Page 32 of Filthy Rich Bosses

"There you are, beautiful," he purrs, his gaze locked on me. It's as if Cole has suddenly become invisible. "Ready for our...plans?"

I feel my cheeks flush, remembering exactly what those "plans" entail. "Chase, I—"

Cole clears his throat pointedly, but Chase doesn't even glance his way. Instead, he slides behind my chair, his hands coming to rest on my shoulders. "I've been thinking about you all day," he murmurs, leaning down to brush his lips against my ear.

I squirm, torn between embarrassment and arousal. "Chase, Cole's right here," I hiss.

"So?" Chase's hands start to wander, tracing tantalizing patterns on my skin. "He can watch if he wants."

Cole stands abruptly, his chair scraping against the patio floor. "I think that's my cue to leave," he growls.

Something in his tone makes Chase finally look up. A slow, wicked grin spreads across his face. "Or," he says, voice low and inviting, "you could join us."

I freeze, my heart pounding. Did Chase just—?

Cole's eyes widen in shock. "What the hell, Chase?"

But Chase is already moving, pulling me to my feet and into his arms. "Come on, Cole," he says, his hands roaming over my body as he kisses my neck. "Don't tell me you haven't thought about it. Not like we haven’t shared before."

I should feel objectified, but there's something in Chase's touch that makes me feel...cherished. Desired. I lean into him, my breath catching as his fingers dip beneath the hem of my shirt.

Cole hesitates, his gaze flicking between us. I’m surprised to see the internal struggle playing out on his face.

"Chase," I breathe, not sure if I'm protesting or encouraging.

He responds by capturing my lips in a searing kiss, his hands cupping my face. When he pulls away, I'm dizzy with want.

"What do you say, Cole?" Chase asks, his voice husky. "Want to find out what you've been missing?"

I bite my lip, torn between desire and uncertainty. Chase's fingers trail along my collarbone, sending shivers down my spine. His touch is familiar, comforting, yet electrifying. I know he's not trying to use me; this is just Chase being Chase—impulsive, playful, always pushing boundaries.

"I...I don't know about this," I mumble, my eyes darting between Chase and Cole. I’ve never been with more than one man at a time, but I’ve definitely fantasized about it. I had a friend who indulged in it from time to time, and she occasionallytold me some details about her romps. I had found it absolutely titillating.

Chase's lips brush my ear. "You're in charge, of course, kitten. Whatever you want."

His words embolden me. I take a deep breath and step back, surveying both men. "Okay," I say, my voice steadier than I feel. "If we're doing this, we're doing it my way."

Chase grins, all boyish charm. "I wouldn’t have it any other way."

"Kneel," I say firmly, pointing to the ground in front of me.

Chase doesn’t hesitate, sinking to his knees without question. I feel a rush of power at the sight.

His eyes lock onto mine, a mix of lust and submission shining through.

I reach down and run my fingers through Chase's hair, pulling him closer to me. "Now," I say, my voice low and commanding. "Show me how much you want it."

Chase's eyes darken with desire as he leans forward and starts kissing along my thighs, slowly making his way toward my core. His fingers hook into my waistband, tugging my leggings and panties down with one swift pull.

"And don't forget to use your tongue," I add, feeling a thrill of excitement at the thought of controlling him like this.

He obliges, eagerly diving between my legs and flicking his tongue against my clit. I moan in pleasure, arching my back and grabbing onto his hair for support.

Chase's hands grip onto my hips as he continues to lick and suck at me, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

"Good boy," I whisper encouragingly as he brings me closer and closer to the edge.

I'm teetering on the brink when suddenly Chase pulls away, leaving me frustrated and wanting more.

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