Max was by her side caressing her back.
“Easy, darling, it’s going to be just fine. Monroe and Caldwell are in charge of the coffee bar and snack side of the business. You just enjoy making your creations.”
She looked up and he pulled her against him, caressing her back and squeezing her ass.
“God, you’re so beautiful when you’re freaking out.” He chuckled.
She squinted her eyes at him and gave his chest a light slap. He raised one of his eyebrows at her and she felt her ass cheeks warm and she lowered her eyes. He gave her ass a tap and chuckled.
“You’re our woman and we’re your men. We do what’s best for you and what makes you happy and less stressed. We can’t make those gorgeous creations you do, but we can help out on the business end. Monroe and Caldwell have this all covered. There’s not a thing for you to worry about.”
“But who will work there? Who pays for them and for the products and things needed? Is it really gourmet like lattes and espressos, biscotti and pastries?”
He squeezed her ass a little snugger, pulling her against him, making her thigh rise up against his thigh.
“You trying to take over the menu?” he teased.
She ran her hands up his chest and then pressed against him.
“I was just thinking what would go perfect.”
She felt his fingers move under her skirt then one finger twirled around the string of her panties before pressing lower to her pussy.
“I know what would be perfect right now,” he said, holding her gaze as she stared up into his eyes all dreamy like. She felt his thick finger push up into her needy cunt. She gripped
his forearms.
“Max,” she whispered.
“Open for me. Let me in so I can feel how aroused and needy for my cock you are, baby.”
“Max, please. Someone might see,” she said in a panic. They were on a construction site, although she hadn’t seen any workers down this end since they pulled up in the cars.
“No one is going to see. This body belongs to us, no one else,” Monroe said as he pressed up against her back.
“Lean back on me. Let yourself go. I’ve got you. Always,” Monroe said.
She did as they told her because she trusted them. Hell, she loved them.
Gripping onto Max’s uniform shirt on his arms and leaning her back and shoulders against Monroe, she opened for Max. Felt his thick fingers thrusting, curling, and coaxing the orgasm building inside of her.
Caldwell unbuttoned her top, unclipped her bra, and leaned forward to feast on her nipple and breast.
She rocked her hips, could feel Monroe’s hard erection behind her, and she knew they would head to their place after this and make love, unless of course she would allow them to fuck her right here on the construction site. She realized she didn’t even care. She never felt so needed, so hungry for sex and for that deep connection ever. They could take her right here. She was wearing a skirt. All they had to do was replace fingers with cocks and she would be in heaven.
“Max,” she gasped, feeling the pinch to her clit and the stroke to her pussy.
“I thought I was boring you.”
She shook her head.
“No. Never.”
“What were you thinking about?” Caldwell asked as he held her snugly around the waist under her breasts with one arm and used his other hand to massage her ass.
“I was thinking about making love to the three of you right here. How you could lift my skirt and take me any way you wanted.
“Monroe,” she gasped when she felt him nip her nipple.