Page 37 of My Boss's Sons

I moaned at the sight we made. His thick arms holding me up and my body covered in his come, it was erotic.

He ran his finger over my face, gathering the mess he’d left and then met my gaze. “Open your mouth.”

I did as he said and cleaned his finger when he fed it to me. It was so dirty and I’d probably feel bad later for how much I loved it, but I did. I loved it and I felt euphoric.

“I’m going to go back outside and look your ex-husband in the eye knowing that I’ve got your pussy on my breath and that you just let me come all over you like the dirty girl you are.” Ethangripped my chin and tipped my face up to his. “Next time, I’m going to paint your face, Sophia.”

I nearly collapsed when he let me go. I held onto the bathroom counter and tried to shake myself free from the lust clouding my mind.

Ethan slapped my ass and then took my mouth in a heated kiss. Our tastes combined and he swore as he pulled away. “I could spend all day every day fucking you. You’re addictive.”

I let out a breathy laugh. “Me?”

His eyes softened and he stroked my face. “In your fantasy, do I stay and help clean you up?”

I shook my head. “You go back to the party knowing that you marked me as yours and wait to see if I’ve changed before coming back out or if I’m wearing the same top you came on.”

He took a deep, shuddering breath. “Fuck, Sophia.”

I pushed him away and watched him struggle with leaving me. “Go. We’ve been in here too long. If we were going for discreet, we failed.”

Ethan’s eyes narrowed and his lips tipped up in a cocky smile. “Who said I was going for discreet?”

I groaned and pushed him out of the bathroom so I could get cleaned up. As much as I liked the fantasy, I wasn’t carrying it outside of the bathroom. I jumped in the shower in my swimsuit and showered off completely before getting out and brushing my teeth. When I was sure I was clean, I tiptoed out to the kitchen, hoping that no one had noticed us missing. In fantasy land, I was wild and dirty and made statements. In reality, I already felt guilty for doing what I’d done while Davis was around. I didn’t owe him anything, but I didn’t want to hurt his feelings.

I was so lost in rushing through getting the sandwich trays out of the fridge that I didn’t notice Ava sneaking up behind me. When she grabbed me, I screamed and nearly took off her headwith a bottle of mustard. “You scared the shit out of me! What are you doing?”

“You skank. You just let that hot young man fuck you, didn’t you?” Ava glanced over her shoulder and didn’t bother holding back her devious smile. “He walked out of here like he’d just placed gold in the olympics. Can I just say that I’m so proud of you?”

I smacked her arm. “Shut up! We didn’t do…that.”

“Bullshit. You’ve got the glow of a woman who just came.”

“Yeah, I did, but we didn’t have sex. I’m not talking about this with you right now, though. Help me carry this stuff out to the table and stop smiling like that.”

She grabbed a platter of meats and cheeses and quietly hummed. “My sister’s a skank and I love it so much.”

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***Ethan***

“We weren’t together through most of our time overseas. We’d meet up occasionally, but we each did our own thing.” I finished a bottle of beer and wiped my mouth on the back of my hand. My manners had been lost on Sophia’s bathroom floor and I was no longer worried about being proper all the time. “I partied my way around the world and spent a few years seeing things. Noah researched and interned at multiple corporations along the way. And Alex spent a few years apprenticing under one of the best tattoo artists in Asia.”

Sophia was curled into a chair across from me and she looked relaxed as she nibbled at a cookie. “I think I want a tattoo.”

Multiple heads jerked around to stare at her.

“What?” She laughed. “Just listening to y’all talk about traveling and exploring makes me want to explore a few thoughts I’ve had along the way. When I was younger, I wanted a tattoo. Our parents died when I was twenty and anything crazythat I’d ever thought about got pushed to the backburner. Then, I was married and having a kid. It was never the right time. Maybe I’ll do it now.”

Alex had to be salivating at the idea of tattooing Sophia. He loved what he did and would’ve told Dad to fuck himself over the idea of working in the family business if it hadn’t meant so much to Noah that we all be together. He leaned over and cupped the back of Sophia’s neck. “Let me do it.”

She smiled up at him and managed to nod once before her ex-husband made his presence known again.

“Sophia, come on. You’re a mom. You’re thirty-seven. You’re not really considering getting a tattoo, are you?” Davis rolled his eyes and ruffled Lily’s hair. “Tell Mom to stop being silly.”

Lily was invested in a game on Sophia’s phone so she just leaned away from her dad and ignored him. Davis might’ve gotten away with his shitty comments if everyone else at the table wasn’t there.

Before any of us could tell Davis where to stick his antiquated ideas, Milo beat us to the chase. For a guy who was either stoned out of his mind or wielding a chainsaw, he was eloquent in his takedown of Davis. “Sophia is a grown woman with an IQ that would probably put us all to shame. Except Ava. Their parents made smart kids. Sophia finished raising me and Ava. She worked her way up in multiple companies and supports two struggling artists because she believes in their work. The woman is my hero and the idea that somehow getting a tattoo would make her silly is ridiculous. Check yourself at the door, D-man. If Sophia wants a tattoo, she should get a tattoo.”

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