Page 29 of My Boss's Sons

After Gerald had almost caught them rubbing my feet and shoulders, I’d gotten serious about not touching them and them not touching me. I’d snapped at them time after time until they held up their hands and kept their space. It just made the tension between us worse and there we were, arguing about lunch on Friday like it was the most important decision we were ever going to make.

I wiped my eyes and tried to reign in my laugh but it was useless when I was looking at them and they were laughing just as hard. I eventually had to look away from them to get myself together.

“It’s miserable being this close to you and not being able to touch you, Sophia.” Alex’s quiet words brought the tension between all of us right back to a boiling point.

I could feel that it was a mistake to look back at them, but I did it anyway. Each of them looked somber and serious, so serious that it made an ache form in my chest. “I…”

“We’ve all heard your reasons and we want to respect your choice, but…you still haven’t said that you don’t want us.” Ethan rested his elbows on his knees and sat forward. “Being this close to you and having to pretend like there’s nothing between us is brutal. All I want to do is fucking touch you, Sophia.”

“He’s right. This is torture. You don’t seem all that happy about things, either. There has to be a way to deal with this without us all suffering so much.” Alex heaved out a big sigh. “I made you come in the bathroom on Tuesday and the world didn’t end.”

My face heated and I darted my eyes to his brothers to see if they were surprised, but they weren’t. I tried to imagine them sitting around together and listening as Alex told them aboutfingering me in the bathroom after lunch. My neck and chest burned right along with my face.

“If we’re wrong and you don’t want us, say so, Sophia.” Noah’s gaze was intense. “If you can’t tell us that you don’t want us, though, you need to be ready to come up with something you’re comfortable with. We’re dying here and you don’t seem to be handling it much better.”

I swallowed and waited for my brain to begin its overanalyzing so I could process what choice I should make, but there was nothing but silence. There was no overthinking or panicking as I stared back at Noah. Instead I felt a flood of hunger and awareness of my body. I noticed how I was leaning towards him with my entire body and how my nipples felt achy and my panties were wet. “I can’t really sleep.”

Noah licked his lips and shifted even closer in his seat. “Why not?”

“I keep dreaming. Images of that night sometimes. Images of possibilities other times. I wake up frustrated every time. I spend every day frustrated. There’s no relief.”

Alex growled. “Let. Us. Help.”

I opened my mouth and snapped it closed again. My heart was racing and I felt like I was standing on the edge of a giant cliff. “It’s not right.”

“Like hell it’s not right.” Ethan stood up and reached across my desk to grip my chin and tilt my face up towards his. “It’s a lot more right than pretending that we don’t feel anything and walking about here like zombies.”

I gasped as he stroked his thumb over my lips. Every sensation in my body was heightened. Every sense was hunting for more of him. “If anyone found out-”

“No one will find out.” Noah came to his feet and moved around my desk. “We’ll protect you.”

Alex slowly pushed himself out of his seat. “All you have to do is say yes. Yes to us touching you.”

“Yes to us making you come harder and harder.” Ethan pushed the tip of his thumb past my lips. “Yes to letting us take you however we want you.”

Noah ran his hand over my hair. “Say yes, Sophia.”

I was opening my mouth to give them what we all wanted when my office door burst open. We all separated instantly, but I could tell with one look at my sister that she’d seen enough. Then my brain kicked back on and I realized my sister was standing in my office with Lily. “What’s going on?”

25

***Ethan***

When we heard that Sophia had a daughter earlier in the week from our mom, it hadn’t meant much. It was just a couple of words that made sense of the picture on her desk. Seeing the kid in real life was different. She had Sophia’s eyes and they were just as intense as she looked us over. Her arms were crossed and she was clutching a stuffed seal in one hand and a book in the other.

The woman with the kid looked just as intense, with narrowed eyes and her hands balled into fists at her sides. There was practically smoke coming out of her ears as she ignored us and glared at her sister. I didn’t have to guess if she was Sophia’s sister, or not. The three of them were so clearly related.

“I’ll tell you what’s going on, Sophia! Your daughter is the spawn of satan and I can’t spend one more minute with her today.” The woman glared down at the kid and growled. “You’re lucky I can’t give you up for adoption or I’d be tempted.”

Before Sophia could respond, her kid handled it. “And you’re lucky Mom says I can’t kick people in the crotch anymore!”

“Okay!” Sophia stood up and rounded the desk. “What the hell happened? Ava, don’t tell my kid you’d give her up for adoption. That can’t be good for her development.”

“She ruined my painting!” Ava, the sister, put her hands on her hips. “I was almost finished with it, Sophia!”

“I didn’t ruin it! I made it better. It’s not my fault you forgot to put clothes on your people!”

Sophia’s eyes widened slightly. “Lily… Tell me you didn’t paint clothes on your Aunt Ava’s people.”

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