Page 26 of Bossed By Three Billionaire Brothers

I shook my head, realizing that I’d been totally hypnotized by what I was watching. If not for the awareness that I needed to be keeping an eye on the little guy, I probably could’ve stared all day.

Bobby was distracted by one of his firetruck toys, rolling it back and forth on the bed.

“You ready to head out, bud?”

He nodded, reaching his arms out to me as I approached. I scooped him off the bed, grabbing the backpack and slinging it over my shoulder as we headed out. I did my best to push the image of Gen in her bikini out of my mind, but something told me that was all I’d be thinking about.

Chapter 9

Gen

However gorgeous it’d looked from a distance, the azure-blue waters of the Mediterranean were even more striking in person. Just watching the waves crash onto the shore was more engaging than the trashy romance book I was reading. So, I set it down next to me and let my eyes linger on the waves, the cool wind blowing over my barely covered body.

The beach was heavenly. The guys were all back at the house, taking turns with Bobby for the day. I’d tried to tell them that I could wait another week before taking my first day off, but they were hearing nothing of it.

After watching the waves for a time, I rolled over and undid the back of my top. The beach was private—not a soul to be seen—and part of me wanted to really go for it and lay there topless. But the idea of one of the guys coming down and spotting me with my boobs out in the open made me reconsider that particular idea.

Then again, would it be so bad? Maybe one of them could come join you, wearing nothing but his swimsuit. He’d offer to lotion up your back, his hands slowly making their way around…Hey, maybeallthree of them could do it…

And just like that, I was making myself horny right there on the beach.

The fantasies had been bad. The dream I’d had during my nap the day I arrived had unleashed something inside of me, and it seemed like any free moment I’d had since then my mind went back to the scenario I’d envisioned, of one of them pounding me while the other two watched.

It was so wrong, so, why the hell couldn’t I get it out of my head?

Forgetting that I wasn’t wearing a top, and so overcome by the fantasies running through me, I began to roll over.

“Hey, Gen!”

A familiar voice called out to me, and I stopped mid-roll, my eyes going wide with surprise. A glance over my shoulder revealed Sean coming down the path from the house. He was dressed in nothing but a pair of very short red swim trunks, the fit tight enough to show off the thick, powerful muscles of his legs, not to mention his tight bulge.

My pussy tingled at the sight of him. In the middle of my panic at the idea of nearly showing Sean my boobs on accident, I realized that he’d most likely arrived, realized what I was about to do, and called out to let me know someone was there.

His hazel eyes were hidden behind a pair of black Clubmasters, and a small Nike beach bag was slung over his shoulder.

“Not cramping your style here, am I?” he asked as he approached. “I know this is your day off and all.”

“The more the merrier.” I was happy to see him. All the same, I made sure to reach behind me and tie the back of my bikini top before sitting up. Still, I couldn’t help but wonder what might happen if I were to simply sit up and show him my half-naked body.

The impropriety would be off the freaking charts. All the same, I couldn’t help but imagine what he would say, what he might do. Would Sean be totally scandalized, covering his eyes while telling me I was fired?

Or would something else happen? Would his cock go hard, straining the red fabric of his short swim trunks causing him to step over to me and take my breasts into his hands, rubbing my nipples until they went hard, then lower down to my height and kiss me hard and deep?

“You OK?”

Once more, his voice brought me back into the moment. I smiled awkwardly, running my hand through my hair.

“Just thinking about getting back to work tomorrow.” A lie, but what the hell was I supposed to say, that I’d been fantasizing about him taking me right there on the beach?

He smiled, shaking his head. “Man, you’re even worse at this day off thing than I am. The whole idea is that you’re not supposed to be thinking about tomorrow.”

“I know, I know. I’ve been trying to do the whole mindfulness thing, living in the moment and all that. But it’s hard when you’ve got a million different things running through your head.”

He gestured to the sand next to me, indicating that he wanted to know if I was OK with him joining. I nodded, and he opened his bag, taking out a beach blanket and rolling it out on the sand, sitting down next to me.

I couldn’t help but admire his body. His physique was lean, but powerful-looking; muscular, but not big and bulky. His muscles were clearly defined, and there wasn’t a drop of fat on him.

When I realized I was once again staring, I cleared my throat and looked away, my cheeks reddening as I said a silent thanks that my own eyes were hidden behind sunglasses. If he noticed that I was looking, he didn’t say anything. Instead, he glanced over to the sea, taking in a deep breath that made his powerful upper body expand and contract.

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