Holden lifted his head and looked from me to Dominic, panicked. “I’m not jacking off in front of you two assholes if Sugar’s not between us. I didn’t sign up for that. Not a chance in—”
Sugar laughed, cutting him off. “I’m kidding. Although, it’s not a bad image in my head. The sight of all three of my men jacking off for me? That’s the stuff books are made of.”
Dominic reached over and grabbed a handful of her ass, shaking it before slapping it and letting go. “Where we go, you go.”
“On every business trip?” She rolled her eyes and rested her head on Holden’s chest again. His head dropped back to his pillow as she idly stroked his side. “I don’t know. Maybe I’ll be busy.”
“You just came a dozen times. How are you already being a brat?” Dominic grunted when she hit him with a pillow and grinned. “Kidding. I know that orgasms can’t take that out of you.”
“Did I once say that you guys were more mature than guys my age? I take it back. You’re definitely not.”
Holden lifted his hands. “Excuse me? I’m just trying to enjoy myself while you wiggle around on top of me. I’m super mature.”
“It’s been six hours since you were spanked last. Six. Hours. It has to be some sort of record, how often you need punished, Sugar.” Dominic rubbed his hands together. “Not that I’m complaining. Although, the next time you need a real punishment, I’ll have to get a paddle. You like these hands too much.”
Cheeks bright red, Sugar groaned and buried her face against Holden. “Shut up. You can’t say that out loud.”
“I can’t say out loud that you get wet each time I spank you? Or can I not say out loud how often you act out, just so you can get bent over and spanked?”
He went up on his knees and moved toward her. “Or maybe I shouldn’t say out loud that spanking that perfect ass gets me hard each time? And that it reminds me of how I was the first to take that cherry?”
Sugar was bright red from her waist to the top of her head. She reached out and slapped blindly at Dom’s arm.
“Or should I not talk about how you come every time I slide deep in that ass? Or how you beg me to fuck it harder? Which is it, pet?”
Holden swore and gripped Sugar’s ass in his hands. “Someone is dripping wet.”
With a confidence that slayed me, Sugar sat up and looked at each of us. “Well? Do I have to give myself multiple orgasms?”
Dominic laughed even as he dragged her around to him so he could lift her hips. “Remember what I told you, pet? About how I’d cherish you at times? And other times?”
Her voice was strained with arousal as she pressed her hips back, searching for him. “I’d be your fuck-toy that you shared with Barrett and Holden.”
I gripped the bed as all my blood rushed to my dick. “Fucking hell.”
47
***SJ***
Wednesdaymorningthenextweek at work, I sat in the lounge area by Cindy, listening to her talk about her grandkids while looking over the various social media accounts I was officially running.
I’d quickly learned that I couldn’t focus with Dominic so close to me, oozing bossiness, so I’d started hiding from him with Cindy. It never took him too long to walk down and check on me before going back to his office, something that Cindy found adorable.
When a mail carrier stepped off the elevator and engaged Cindy, I focused my efforts and grinned when I saw that a post I’d made on the company Facebook was getting comments already. I read through them and bit my lip at the positive feedback. I’d never wanted to go into marketing, and I wouldn’t venture to say that was what I was doing now, either, but attempting to lure people in to the magic that was Rotayno was fun.
Holden didn’t realize it, but for their next trick, he’d be the one luring people in with a quick picture I’d snapped of him a few days earlier. I’d run the post by Barrett first and he’d nodded his head steadily while laughing. Under a picture of a smoldering Holden, I’d made a witty comment about how the only thing hotter than our food at Rotayno was our creative chef and designer, Holden Notaro.
I approved the upload and then looked down at my phone as it started ringing, half expecting it to be Holden, ready to give me an earful. Instead, it was Sam. My stomach dropped and I jerked to my feet quickly. I knew I had to talk to her. The guys were giving me the space to decide when, as long as it was soon. I just didn’t know how.
I hurried across the office to the bathroom and answered the call. “Sam! Hey!”
“I have two important things to say to you. First of all, why didn’t you tell me you started working for Dad? I mean, that’s kind of a big deal.” She didn’t pause for me to answer. “Second, and more importantly, I think Mike is going to propose!”
My own problems forgotten, I screamed excitedly for her. “Sammy! What makes you think that? What happened? What’d he say? Did you find something? Tell me everything!”
We’d spent half of our childhoods planning our weddings together, so I knew how excited she truly was. Mike was a great guy, too. He loved Sam more than life itself, from what I could tell, and he’d spend his life making her happy. I felt tears pepper my eyes and fanned my face with my free hand.
“He’s making these big dinner plans for next week. You know how busy I’ve been in Baltimore? Well, he’s been just as busy in Annapolis. He started talking about a dinner in the city, something fancy. He keeps saying I should get all dolled up for him.” She took a big gulp of air and rushed on. “And I saw a rather large purchase on his card.”