Page 5 of My 5 Bosses


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His eyes drop to my breasts and he lets out a low sound deep in his throat. “Good. You have absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about.”

The way he looks at my body causes a pulse between my legs and a deep ache.

“I should finish washing myself,” I say.

“Go right ahead.”

He doesn’t turn to face the wall again, and I don’t mind at all.

I grab my body wash and lather myself up, running my hands along my breasts, down my stomach and between my legs, taking extra time there to try and relieve some of the pressure without it being obvious that I’m pleasuring myself in front of him. I can hear his breathing and see the cords of muscle in his arms flexing as he opens and closes his hands into fists, as if he’s fighting an urge not reach out and have his way with me.

I grab my loofa, struggling to reach my back.

“Need some help with that?” he says.

“Could you?”

I hand it to him. He adds more body wash and I turn my back to him, closing my eyes. He washes my back with the loofa, but then suddenly the loofa is gone and his hands have taken its place. I let out a startled breath as he starts to massage my shoulders. He runs his hands along my back and sides and down to my butt. He spends most of his time there. Each of his hands is the same size as my butt cheeks. He massages them with soap, cleaning me.

I let out a startled sound as his hand slips into my crack and cleans me there. He spreads my cheeks, and I know he’s getting a good look. I slightly bend over to give him a better view. The pad of his thumb rubs against the back entrance of my body and it feels so amazing. I let out a soft moan so he knows exactly how he’s making me feel. He applies a bit of pressure and I know he’s going to enter me with his thumb. I let out a slow breath and relax, waiting for it.

Then someone knocks on the door, startling both of us. He lets go of me and steps back.

“I’ll be right out,” I say to whoever it is.

Once I hear footsteps retreating, I turn to Winston. He has a guilty smile on his lips.

“I should probably go,” I say.

“Have fun tonight,” he says.

Does he know about my date with Beck? Do they all?

“Thanks,” I say and go back to my room.

Four

Beck knocks on my door exactly at seven. I wear the sexiest thing I own: a body contouring black dress with an open back and platform red heels. He stands there, his mouth gaped open when he sees me.

“Wow, you look incredible,” he says.

“So do you.”

He still wears the button down shirt and slacks, the same that he wears at work, but because he’s all in black, it gives the appearance of being more casual. Beck is always pristine, his clothes and hair impeccable. It’s part of his charm, but just once, I’d like to see him messy. If Trey and Beck switched places for just one day, I’d be a happy girl. Like I said, if I could take the different attributes of all my bosses and mix them together it would be a sweet and spicy cocktail and I would drink every drop.

I expect to see the others in the living room as we’re leaving. It’s the only part of the house that hasn’t been converted. There’s a communal TV where everyone gathers to hang out when they’re not in their own apartments or in mine. But no one is there, which I guess is a good thing. It feels awkward going somewhere alone with Beck. We usually all hang out together.

Beck opens the car door for me. I settle into the leather seat. The car has the same masculine scent as him, and I breathe it in, looking forward to our date/outing—whatever it is. We head into the heart of the city. The scenery is a blur as we get onto the freeway. I think about what happened with me and Winston in the shower and start to feel guilty. I should tell Beck. But at the same time, I’m hesitant. If this

is just a casual outing to talk about work, I don’t want to just pop off with some random detail of my sex life. If this is a date, then it might start issues in the house if he ever finds out on his own.

My mind is a flurry of confusion. I wish I knew what to do. I don’t want what happened with Winston to mess up whatever might be happening with me and Beck, same as I don’t want this outing with Beck to ruin what happened with me and Winston in the shower. Plus, there’s also my feelings with the others that I’m contending with. I wish my feelings were more black and white. I wish one of them stood out more than the others, that way I could make a choice and stick with it. Or if they had girlfriends, it wouldn’t even be an issue. I would never go after another girl’s man. Unfortunately, it’s not like that. I’m attracted equally to five perfectly single, astronomically sexy men and I want them all to myself.

I look over at Beck with his hand draped over the steering wheel, a little smirk on his face as though his mind is also somewhere else. As if he knows something I don’t.

“What’s funny?” I ask.

He glances at me, his smile broadening. “Not a thing.”

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