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“What’s that?”
“Since Mr. Parker here was the one who brought you into the firm, and since he obviously didn’t… teach you the rules firmly enough,” he said, clicking his tongue, “he’s going to have to wait to punish you last, watching as Mr. Stevens and I show him how it’s done right.”
Damn. They had this whole thing planned out. I reached to rest my hand on the edge of the room’s large table, just in case my knees weakened and gave out.
What did they have in store for me? Would it be more than I could handle?
Seeing my concern, Mr. Parker stepped forward, taking my hands and brushing my hair out of my face. He was the only one I’d not yet been… intimate with, and the touch of his fingers set my skin on fire.
“Kait…,” he said softly, leaning close to whisper in my ear. “Mr. Stevens and Mr. Takayama won’t hurt you. You know that.”
“But I’ve never...” I started to say, trailing off.
I’d never what? ‘I’d never’ a whole lot of fucking things before the last week.
The least of which was imagine I’d be alone with three gorgeous men who were my bosses.
“You haven’t what, Kait? You’re a beautiful girl, and I’ve wanted you since the moment I first saw you. And I think, based off the way we’ve talked this week, you might want me too. So why not enjoy yourself tonight?”
Mr. Stevens walked up to me and took my hand. “If you want to walk out of here right now, I’ll walk you out. Any of us will. But we’re seriously hoping you won’t.”
Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath.
These men, these three handsome, sexy, powerful men wanted me.
I opened my eyes and looked directly at Mr. Parker, the first one I’d met at the firm, on my first day. He gazed back at me with anticipation… and desire.
“I’m staying,” I said, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I want to play. I mean, take my punishment.”
I pulled him in, kissing him deeply, thrilling at the touch of his hands cupping my ass and pulling me against his hard body.
But as I felt him harden against me, I pulled back, giving him a little smirk. “Oh wait, Mr. Parker,” I said, wagging my finger. “According to the rules, you are last in line.”
* * *
9
Hard and Rawand Deep
Partof me couldn’t believe what I’d just said to Mr. Parker, but the nod he gave me and the smiles on Mr. Stevens’ and Mr. Takayama’s faces told me everything I needed to know as I followed them to an opulent room with two massive, curved couches.
“Stay right there,” I said, reaching for the snap on my jeans. I was no stripper, no exotic dancer swaying to a beat. But I could feel three sets of eyes fixed on me as I pushed my denim down and off before reaching for the hem of my shirt and pulling it over my head.
“Damn,” Mr. Stevens whispered in awe. “Even better than I remembered.”
In his blunt honesty, I felt more heat and desire than I’d ever caused another man. In response, I unhooked my bra, freeing my breasts before pushing my panties down and kicking them aside.
Would Mr. Stevens help himself to these, as well?
He brushed his lips over mine like he had the other day, but more slowly because neither time—nor privacy—were an issue tonight. He made his way to my neck and ear, nibbling and sending heat flushing through my body.
“We’re going to fuck the shit out of you,” he growled against the shell of my ear. “Three hard cocks ready to make you scream with delight. I’m going to taste you, bend you over, and fuck you hard and raw and deep.”
To keep myself upright, I leaned back to run my fingers through his messy blond hair and, out of the corner of my eye, watched Mr. Takayama approach. With a free hand, I reached for him, kissing him as Mr. Stevens nibbled down my neck and to my breasts. He was ravenous, sucking as much of my soft, sensitive flesh into his mouth as he could, leaving my world spinning. Mr. Takayama cupped one of my breasts, pulling on my nipple as our tongues wrangled each other’s.
I was the middle of a sex sandwich, and I loved it.
We somehow made our way to the bed, tumbling onto it as Mr. Takayama and Mr. Stevens stripped out of their clothes while Mr. Parker, in the corner, took a seat and watched, occasionally adjusting the bulge in the front of his trousers.
