Page 11 of The Penthouse


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They’re all quiet for a moment, then Josh speaks.

“The three of us used to come here almost every single day when we were in high school. We grew up in foster care, so most of our time was spent at school, here, or, at the park down the street. The later we got home, the better.”

“The owner of this place,” Michael continues, “the eponymous Jim, was a jovial, balding man with a potbelly. Looked like a sleazeball, but he had the kindest heart in the world. He would give us a free meal every day in addition to paying us for working here. We washed dishes, cleaned toilets, and swept the floors for five dollars an hour and a greasy burger and fries. For us, it was often the only time we ate anything all day.”

I smile. “That was so kind of him.”

Michael nods. “It was. He died shortly before we graduated. Though he’d always considered us the sons he never had and always wanted, we were shocked to find he’d left us everything in his will. His home, his car, his money—and this diner. Split three ways, his estate was ours to do with what we wanted. It wasn’t much, but it was more than enough to get us out of the hellhole we came from.”

“We could have shut the place down,” Christian adds, “and turned it into something else, but Jim’s Place has always been our home. In honor of him, we kept the name.”

I nod, leaning back in my chair. “That’s incredible. So, you all continued to work here, and… What?”

They look at me, confused. “What do you mean?” Christian asks.

“Well, I’m not trying to pry, but there’s no way the three of you can afford that penthouse from just this place alone.”

Josh smiles. “You would be correct. Through running the diner, we realized we had a knack for business and started our own. We began investing in companies and even started a real estate business. We sell million-dollar properties to some of the most affluent people in this city. By the time we turned 25, we’d managed to quadruple the revenue brought in from Jim’s, thus making us some of the youngest billionaires in the country.”

I laugh.

“What?”

“You saidthus. How old are all of you?”

Josh chuckles. “I’m thirty-four.”

“Thirty-five.” Christian.

And Michael. “I just turned thirty.”

“What about you, beautiful?” Josh asks, resting his elbows on the table and leaning forward.

“I’ll be twenty-one next month.”

They raise their eyebrows.

“I know, I’m young. And severely inexperienced for someone my age.”

Josh eyes me like I’m his next meal. “We like them that way.”

I’m about to lean over and kiss him, but Candi comes back with our food. We take our plates and thank her, quickly dismissing her so we can be alone. We eat our food in silence, but the quiet is filled with so much tension I feel like I might burst. I can’t help but stare at them as they bite into their burgers, hoping they plan on biting me the same way when we leave here.

Chapter 5

Brie

Wefinish eating quickly,and pretty soon we’re back in the car on our way to the penthouse. Michael sits in the back with me this time and starts devouring my mouth.

I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer, moaning when he slides his tongue across mine. He reaches underneath my shirt to grab my already hardened nipple in between his fingers, pinching it roughly.

“Don’t get her too wound up, Michael,” Christian says from the driver’s seat. “We don’t want to tire her out too quickly.”

Michael drags my bottom lip through his teeth, sucking on the soft flesh. I moan into his mouth and run my hand underneath his shirt, grazing my fingertips delicately over the hardened planes of his stomach.

I gasp when he dips his hand inside my pants, arching into his touch and letting my hips grind against him as he begins circling my clit with the pad of his finger.

“Oh God,” I breathe, feeling my release coming already.

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