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“No, wait,” she says.“You really do sound exhausted.You know, you could rehire Joel.He told me he apologized.”
“It was hardly an apology.”
“What kind of apology does he need to give?You fucked his girlfriend, Kingston.He was understandably upset.”
Deciding not to argue the fact that I didn’t have sex with Ella untilaftershe dumped Joel for cheating on her, I say, “He filmed her without her permission and then shared that video, Rayanne.He’s lucky Ella isn’t pressing charges.”
“Ugh.Boys will be boys.He made a mistake and all’s well that ends well.”
“Itdidn’tend well.He traumatized a young woman.”
“Just because you’re using her to get your dick wet doesn’t mean you need to defend her.For fuck’s sake, Kingston.”
Fuck this.“Goodbye, Rayanne.”
“Wait, Kingston—”
I hang up while she’s still talking.A part of me is tempted to rehire Joel just so I can take a step back from all the bullshit.Because Rayanne was right about one thing—I am exhausted.
But no way am I bringing Joel back into the company after what he did to Ella.
Ella
On my birthday, I get my secret wish—I wake up in Kingston’s penthouse, sandwiched between both men.I’m on my side, with Kingston behind me, his hand possessive on my hip.His cock is hard and pressed against my ass.I can feel the heat of it through my sleep shorts.
Arching my back, I push myself against him.He groans and his hand tightens on my hip, sliding up my waist to cup my breast through my camisole.
The pajamas—shorts and cami—are from our shopping trip to Angeli’s.They’re silky, soft, and oh-so-sexy.I feel amazing in them.
“Happy birthday, princess,” Sebastian says from the other side of me, his hazel eyes darkening as he looks me over.
Kingston kisses the back of my head.“Happy birthday, little girl.”
“Thank you, Daddies.”
Between him and Kingston, I know I’m going to be averyhappy birthday girl.Kingston flexes his legs, shoving his cock harder against me, and Sebastian grabs himself through his boxers before circling one of my nipples with his fingertip.
I moan softly, hoping for more.“Fuck me?Please?”
“Up on your hands and knees, birthday girl,” Sebastian says.
I scramble to obey, eager for whatever they’re going to give me.
Sebastian gets in front of me and shoves down his boxers, putting his cock in front of my face, huge and magnificent.Getting behind me, Kingston eases down my sleep shorts.
“These pajamas are from Angeli’s, aren’t they?”Kingston asks, leaning over me, his skin hot against mine, to kiss my shoulder next to my cami strap.
“Yes.”I wiggle my ass, shimmying the shorts down to my knees, where they pool beneath me on the mattress.This was a set I didn’t show off for him at the store.“Do you like them?”
“So very much,” he says, “but only because you’re wearing them.”
I have the feeling I could be wearing a burlap sack and he would like it simply because I was wearing it.
Kingston slides into my pussy easily—I’m already wet from waking up in their arms—and my mouth falls open as I gasp.Sebastian takes advantage of my parted lips and presses his cock against them.I open wider, taking in as much of him as I can.His musky, manly taste overwhelms my senses.
They fuck me slow and easy, promising all sorts of decadent, dirty things for tonight.
“Going to fuck you here tonight,” Kingston says, running his fingers over my crack.“We both are, little girl.”
