I smile slightly and sigh. “Are we crazy being in a relationship together, all of us?”
“I don’t think so. I love what we have. I can’t imagine you not being with all of us, Sophie. You’re like the missing piece.”
I take Nick’s hand and rub my thumb over his wrist. “It doesn’t bother you that you share me?”
“No.”
“You don’t get jealous?”
“Nope. As long as you pay attention to me too.” He chuckles, then leans forward, feeding me a fry. “Where is all this coming from?”
“The wedding, I guess, has me nervous. I just want to make sure everything is okay. I don’t want to rock our boat.”
“We’re very good. All of us, together. It’s almost effortless.” He promises. “I love what we have, Soph.
“Okay. I mean … I do too. I don’t know why I’m overthinking so much.” I shake my head. “I should just stop listening to other people.”
“Of course. What do other people know about what we have? It’s rare. Once in a lifetime rare.” Nick agrees, feeding me another fry. “Like these milkshakes.”
We devour our food and walk back to the office hand in hand. Once we get there, he lets go of me slowly. “In Hawaii, we won’t have to part like this.”
“Except at the wedding.”
“We’ll see.” He winks.
I spend the rest of the workday powering through, even if my dedication drops a little after five. At seven, Gunner comes to get me, pulling me up and against him, kissing me hard and deep. I groan and give in.
How can one deep kiss turn me into pudding?
I cling to him and kiss him back hot and heavy, rubbing his sides so I don’t tear at his buttons. Gunner pants as he draws back. “The other employees are gone. Maybe we should take care of something before we go.”
“You want to fuck me in the office?” I ask.
“Yes, I do. Reverse cowgirl in that chair right there.”
I moan. “We shouldn’t. We should wait. Until I can be loud.” But he kisses across my neck and growls as he bites just below my ear. I whimper. “Because we’re only supposed to be professional at work and ….”
Gunner pushes his hips against mine, rubbing his cock against my hip as he gets harder. “How can I resist when you wear sexy pencil skirts and leave a few buttons undone.”
“Gunner.” I gasp as he rubs up the back of my thigh. “You make naughty things sound so fun.”
“And after, we’re going to a speakeasy. They allow cigar smoking, and it’s all 1920s themed.” He purrs in my ear. “So we’ll have to get all dressed up, but I’ll have to behave.”
He jerks my skirt up and over my hips, walking me backward. “But I can’t wait to have my hands on you.”
“Your bruises are still on my ass.”
“Prove it.” He bites my ear, then licks, teasing me in that way that makes my resolve melt.
“Oh fuck.” I moan.
“Is that a yes?” He whispers against my lips, denying me a kiss.
I nod, leaning into his mouth. “Yes.”
Gunner sits down in my chair, fumbling with his belt until he finally gets it off and pushes his pants down. He jerks me down on his lap and kisses across the nape of my neck while palming my breasts.
I moan, and my back arches until I can catch his cheek and kiss him hungrily. Gunner groans and rubs his hard-on against my ass, teasing me with what I can have. What I’m going to have.