Page 62 of Three Bossy Boyfriends
Christopher turns and also leans against the counter behind him, bracing one hand next to his hip, meeting my gaze directly, and lifting his cup with the other.
He’s got a six-pack.
I blow out an appreciative breath and look at Evan. “So you’re good then?”
He grins. “Really, really good.”
I laugh. “Yeah. Glad to hear it.” I look at Christopher. “It’d be so disappointing if there was all this pining and angst and he lost his job and then you sucked in bed.”
Christopher sips, swallows, then says, “No worries. I definitely suck in bed, Finley.”
Heat floods through me, and it’s not just from the sudden very graphic image of Christopher sucking Evan’s cock, but also that Christopher Davis just made a silly, immature sexual joke.
Him being relaxed and joking, even dryly, is attractive as hell.
“And here I thought you’d just be using that mouth for giving orders,” I tell him. And I’m not just flirting. I mean it. I really pegged him for the bossy one and not the one on his knees.
“I’m extremely good at multi-tasking,” Christopher says.
I smile. I’ll bet he is.
“But it’s hard to give orders when your mouth is full,” I say flippantly. I lift the bacon to my mouth and take another bite.
He doesn’t react as if I shocked him—or turned him on—with that. He’s so cool and collected all the time.
Another reason I would have loved to see him lose it and grab Evan and just kiss the hell out of him.
Christopher simply swallows another sip of coffee and nods. “Yes,” he agrees. “Which I will definitely keep in mind when you’re with us. Your mouth will need to be kept busy.”
I wasn’t expecting that, and I suck in a quick breath…and a bit of bacon. I cover my mouth and cough.
Evan crosses to the fridge and pulls out a bottle of water, bringing it to me. He uncaps it and hands it over. I drink, and he pushes my hair behind my ear.
“Breathe.”
I drink, swallow, and then take a breath.
I glance at Christopher. He’s just watching us. I look back up at Evan and take another drink of water.
They’re a couple now. Officially. The office knows. Evan is no longer Christopher’s subordinate. There’s no reason they can’t be out and together in all the ways.
I want that for them. I like them. They clearly care about each other a lot. I’m happy for them.
But if they are agreeable to the one hot night with all three of us that Evan teased me with the other night, I’m in. I’msoin.
“You guys are big talkers,” I tell Evan.
He grins and cups my cheek. “You need us to prove that we can back all of this talk up?”
“I really do.” I lift up on tiptoe and press my lips to Evan’s.
He groans, and his hands immediately drop to my hips. He squeezes and pulls me in against the hard cock behind his sleep pants.
I grip the back of his neck with one hand, opening my mouth to his demanding tongue.
I’m only slightly surprised to feel Christopher move in next to us.
I’m more thrilled than anything. His hand slides over my ass, and he presses a kiss to my neck.
