Page 67 of Waiting for It

“What thing?” I didn’t like his hesitation, but he was up to something.

He nodded across the room. “I was hoping to try out your new couch. See what kind of bounce it has.”

Me too. “You can do that anyway.”

“Yeah?”

“Sure,” Luke said. “You stay here, sleep on the couch, and we’ll go celebrate.”

Chase turned and covered Luke’s hands with his own. Pressing in, he crushed his mouth to Luke’s.

I groaned along with them. They didn’t kiss often, but it was becoming more regular. “I can leave both of you here, if you need some privacy.”

Luke stood, never breaking the kiss, and used his body to nudge Chase back. They finally split apart.

“Don’t you dare go anywhere.” Luke’s tone was playfully threatening.

I was up for that challenge. “Or what?”

“I’ll spank you.”

I stood, placed my palms on my desk, and stuck my ass out. “Big words, big man.”

Luke’s palm connected with my backside before I’d registered that he moved. The smack that echoed through the room mingled with my gasp. We shouldn’t do this in here, but that didn’t stop us at any point in the last few months.

He tugged at my hair, pulling my head back. “Stay,” he growled in my ear.

I whimpered. There was no room for argument. Not that I would argue. “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.” Chase leaned in and kissed me hard. He caught my bottom lip between his teeth when he pulled away.

This was fun. A little kinky, a bit risky, and a lot of the most amazing anything I ever could have hoped for.

Fourteen-year-old me never would have believed me, if I’d told her when she was drooling over Chase, that this was our future. Then again, twenty-three-year-old me never would have bought that I’d be spending nights in sexy-boss’s bed. But it was all real. Our future. All three of us together. And nothing could be more perfect.

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