Page 26 of My Boss's Sons

I opened my mouth to try and list why it was a bad idea but he pinned me to the bathroom wall and kissed me again. I sucked on his tongue while he shifted his hips back enough to get his hand between our bodies. I hadn’t been expecting anything, but if I thought he’d take it slow and be gentle, I was wrong. He shoved two of his thick fingers inside me without pause and began fucking me with them fast and hard. His thumb hooked over my clit and my eyes rolled back in my head.

Alex wrapped his other hand over my mouth while he kissed down my throat and rubbed his face over my breasts. He worked his fingers in and out faster and harder until the wet sound of fucking filled my ears and I couldn’t catch my breath.

His teeth raked over my ear as he whispered. “If I had the time, I’d bend you over the sink and fuck you until you left your cream all over my dick. I want you to watch me fucking you, Soph. I want to watch your face when I come inside you.”

I came hard, clutching at him and the vision he filled my head with. My body tightened and released, pulsing as each wave of orgasm rolled over me. I cried out into his hand and had the insane thought of turning around and letting him fuck me. Thankfully, Alex had more control than I did.

He slowly eased his fingers out and brought them to his mouth to lick them clean while I watched. Then he fixed my clothing and kissed my forehead. “That should get me through the rest of this day. I’m warning you, though, Soph. If you force me into much more polite socializing, I’m going to need more than this to get me through.”

22

***Noah***

Istared down at the piece of cake on my plate and frowned. I wasn’t sure, but I had my suspicion that Sophia had somehow orchestrated me getting the piece with the worddickon it. The birthday party for Richard Williams had happened out of nowhere and the cake with the messageHappy Birthday, Dick!had just appeared. It’d brought a smile to my face until I realized the guy actually went by the name Dick.

I glared across the room at Sophia and found her hiding a smile behind a cheap plastic cup of punch. She looked away as soon as I looked at her but it confirmed that my slice of cake was intentional. For some reason, knowing she’d done it on purpose made me want to smile.

“Sophia always throws birthday parties for everyone. She’s never missed a single birthday for anyone on her team in all the years she’d worked here.” A woman whose name I couldn’t remember spoke to me in a hushed tone, like she was speaking about a goddess in reverence. “She even figures out how to getthe best personalized gifts for everyone and none of us ever know how. My last birthday, she got me tickets to see a musical that I’d been dying to see but I’d never even mentioned it to her. She’s magic.”

Another woman leaned closer. “None of us know how she keeps getting skipped over for promotions. She’s the hardest worker in the whole company, I swear. James really screwed her over. Bill Trent? What the hell is he going to do? He doesn’t know what he’s doing here. He looks lost.”

Randal appeared next to me and grinned when he saw my slice of cake. “Listening to the watercooler gossip, boss?”

I could hear the lowercase ‘b’ when he called me boss and knew that he had zero respect for me. I didn’t care. Or, at least I wouldn’t have cared, if Sophia didn’t seem to worship the ground the guy walked on.Randalcould do no wrong. I tried to keep my glare to a minimum. “I’m listening to everyone sing Sophia’s praise. She leaves quite an impression on people.”

He nodded at the women who’d been talking to us and then pointed at my brother in the opposite corner of the room. “I heard Alex rolled up his sleeves.”

Both women exchanged a look and then hurried over to Alex. I looked down at Randal. “He rolled up his sleeves? Is that code for something?”

He laughed. “Nope. In case you haven’t noticed, the women in this office are obsessed with your brother’s arms. Tattoos, veins, and big hands are all it really takes to seduce a woman these days. Thank god I met and married Rita before the whole bad boy trope really got out of hand in romance novels.”

I looked back over at Alex and watched as a woman playfully touched his arm. “And Dad said those tattoos would hold him back in life.”

Randal chuckled. “I’m sure your dad says lots of things that don’t prove to be true.”

Snapping my head back around to him, I scowled. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He studied my expression and then shrugged. “Nothing. Enjoy the party.”

Ethan came over just as Randal was leaving. He looked at my face and sighed. “He’s not so bad.”

“Excuse me if I don’t jump to agree.” I searched out Sophia in the crowded room and tensed when I saw her bent over, cleaning up a spill. Glancing around, I saw a handful of men watching her ass sway. Being uncharacteristically possessive was something that just came with my feelings around Sophia so I didn’t stop to question what I was doing as I stalked across the room.

Sophia gasped when I materialized at her side and gently pulled her to her feet. She blinked up at me and then down at my cake. A smile played at her lips. “Is this about the cake?”

I handed her the cake and bent down to finish wiping up the drink that had been spilled. When I stood up again, I realized she was staring at me with wide eyes. I didn’t know how she managed to make doe-eyed look sexy as fuck one second and the next, she made me hard by staring at me with her eyes narrowed and fierce. “Men were staring.”

She took a bite of my cake and looked confused. “What do you mean?”

“At your ass. Can’t say I blame them, but I didn’t like it.” I watched her eat another bite and smiled. “You’re eating my cake.”

She gasped again as she looked down at the plate in her hands. “Oh, god. I’m sorry! I guess I’m hungrier than I thought. I’ll go get my own.”

“Finish it. I’m not big on sweets.” I was but I wasn’t going to take the cake back from her if she wanted it. “Aren’t there people who clean up after these things? Why are you doing it?”

She waved the fork at me. “I throw the party so I clean it up. It’s my mess.”

“But you’re-” I stopped talking when her phone rang and watched as she flashed an apologetic smile at me and turned away to take the call.

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