Page 63 of Three Bossy Boyfriends
I moan.
“I’ve been wanting to bend you over in one of these skirts since the first day you practically fell into my office,” he says against my ear.
I’m breathing hard as I pull away from Evan’s mouth. I turn my face to Christopher. “You want to fuck me in a pencil skirt, boss man?”
He growls, and his hand slides up to rest at the base of my throat.
Heat grips me low and hard.
“I want tospankyour perfect ass in a pencil skirt, my sweet little brat.”
Oh, God.
I’ve been spanked in bed. I liked it. And I want it from Christopher.
I have a feeling everything with Christopher will be on a whole new level.
I put my mouth against his, not kissing, but brushing back and forth. “Youonlywant to spank me? You’re going to let Evan fuck me after that? Because that will make mereallyhot and wet, Boss. You’re going to share that? That’s so sw?—”
His growl is louder this time, his grip on my throat tightens just slightly, as he takes my mouth in a deep, hot kiss.
Yeah, that’s what I thought. I drive Christopher a little crazy, but that just makes him want me even more. Evan is his sweet sunshine. The obedient pleaser. The one he can easily order around.
I’ll push back. He knows that. But he likes that too.
“God, you two are going to be so good together,” Evan rasps, running a hand up and down each of our backs.
The three of us are now a tangle of limbs—each of us has a hand on the others.
I love this. So much. I want more.
This is going to be the best sexual experience of my life. I can already feel it.
What about Tucker?
Oh. My.God. I want to stop thinking about that guy.
Tucker Hastings compared to thesetwomen? Two men I actually like? Seriously? No way would sex with him be better than having EvanandChristopher.
But now I can’t get the idea of Tucker’s big, hot hands on my body out of my mind.
In fact, I’m thinking about all three of these men touching me, kissing me, letting me touch and kiss them. At the same time.
I moan. Christopher’s hand grips my ass harder. I press against Evan’s erection.
And then Christopher pulls back. “You need to get to work, Miss Anderson.”
I blink at him.
I need to…what?
I was really expecting him to say, ‘Get on your knees’, or ‘Take your clothes off’.
But he said ‘work’.
I blink again. Oh,work.
Fuck. I need to go to work.
