And after that, damn was it perfect.

After that time in their office - after the time they took me like that hard and fast on the big wooden desk - it was nonstop.

For three days after, we barely left their office, and I most certainly wasn’t getting much work done.

…I don’t think my bosses minded.

For three days after, I found myself sandwiched between the two hot, hung, dominant men almost every minute of every day. I’d be bent over, sprawled across Jordan’s desk with my tongue on his balls and my hands around his shaft, while Luke licked my clit from behind. I’d moan, slurping wetly on the heavy sack in my lips as Luke’s tongue drove deep in my pussy, licking out my honey while his finger slid deep in my ass.

I’d be sitting astride Luke, riding his big cock on the couch while Jordan stood next to us, feeding his thick dick across my lips.

And God did they fill me. I’d never been with a man as big as either of them - not by a long shot. And having them both at the same time was just barely shy of “more than I could handle”. It was perfect.

I was their submissive, and I did love that. But at the same time, they spoiled me too. They’d have me on my back with my legs up over the back of the couch, with Luke’s tongue on my pussy and Jordan pushing his into the tight little ring of my ass. I’d literally never come that hard in my life, and after they realized that, they gladly had me like that every day after.

Somehow, I’d scored the dream job, with two dream men. They were hard, and rough, and dominant, but yet sweet. They were tender with me when they needed to be - they made me feel so protected, so whole.

It was like any relationship I’d had before paled, seemed unsatisfying, or felt empty in hindsight.

Maybe it was because I’d been missing something? Maybe I’d been limiting myself to one man, when really, I needed two to satisfy me? It was a wicked thought, and one that made me blush at how dirty it sounded.

But it was also true.

* * *

“You know, we do have a company to run.”

We were sprawled out on the couch in their office, still panting from the wild bout of fucking we’d just finished. I could still feel their hands on me, could still feel the delicious ache of Luke’s thick cock in my ass, or the way Jordan had emptied what felt like a gallon of cum deep in my pussy.

“Good thing we can run it from our office?”

Jordan snorted and shook his head at Luke. “We can run it from here, but it’s a little hard to do with this sexy little minx bouncing up and down on my cock.”

“Guilty,” I said quietly with a grin, arching a brow at him as he laughed and leaned down to kiss me fiercely.

“No complaints, baby,” he growled. Luke’s hand on my jaw pulled me towards him, and I found myself moaning into his kiss then as well.

Yeah, a girl could get real used to this.

“So, look, you’re not going to sue us or anything, are you?”

“Jesus, Jordan.” Luke swore and reached across me to punch his friend in the arm.

I grinned quizzically. “Uh, wasn’t planning on it?” I turned back and forth to look at them both questioningly.

Luke shook his head. “It’s nothing, Sasha. We just…”

He trailed off and scowled as he turned to look out the giant windows of their office at the city.

“We’ve been burned before when we thought things were good.” He turned back to me, his eyes blazing. “Good like this.”

I melted as those smoldering eyes burned into me, and before I knew it, I was leaning in to pull his mouth to mine, kissing him fiercely. “That isn’t going to happen,” I whispered.

I could feel Jordan’s mouth on my neck, moving to my ears as his hands slid over my body, making me shiver in anticipation.

“You know,” he growled into my ear, before chuckling as he pulled back.

I turned to see him grinning at me.

“What if you just moved in with us?”

I could feel my heart skip a beat, and I bit my lip as I felt the tremble of something big and something powerful welling up inside of me.

“Really?”

Luke nodded. “Definitely. Hell, you’ve barely been home for days.”

I grinned - it was true. We’d basically spent the last week naked in either their office, or the insanely luxurious penthouse they lived in on the top floor of the building. They’d actually sent out for clothes for me, for when I at least had to make an appearance at work, or when we’d gone out for food.

But this was crazy, right? Move in with them? I mean, they were my bosses, and I got that it was slightly more complicated than that now, but what did that make me? I was loving being the center of their attention as they both worshiped me and dominated me, and made me theirs. But moving in, and technically being their employee seemed…dirty, somehow. And not necessarily in the “good” sort of dirty we’d been the last few days.

But at the same time, moving in with these two incredible, sexy, powerful men - who looked at me like I was their goddess and who I felt so loved and cared for and safe with - seemed like the best idea in the world.

Both men leaned in as I sat there mulling over what all this meant, and I moaned as I felt their lips moving over my neck on either side of me. Hands slid up my thighs, opening my legs, feeling my heat, and making me gasp.

And that’s when the sound of a gun went off.

The world cracked with the noise of it - the sound foreign and surreal coming from outside their office. Luke and Jordan were on their feet in seconds.

“Oh my God, was that a GUN!” I could feel my pulse racing in my chest, the sound thumping in my ears like a drum.

My two men shot a look at each other before they started yanking on pants.

Suddenly, the intercom on Jordan’s desk squawked.

“Sirs!” A loud crash and the sound of more gunfire almost drowned out Tilly’s voice over the intercom.

“There are men with guns here! They-!”

More staccato sounds of gunfire blasted across the intercom line, sounding muffled but closer through the thick door to their office.

Tilly shrieked, and suddenly, there was the sound of a man’s voice roaring at her over the intercom.

“Where the fuck is Sasha Reed?!”

Oh, God.

I knew that voice.

I wish I didn’t, and I wished then that I never had known it, but the reality of it washed over me like a cold chill.

Mark.

Mark, the “wannabe” gangster ex-boyfriend.

Mark who’d been so eager to hear about my new job with Steel and Stone Holdings the other day when he’d called.

Mark, who was apparently crazy enough to be here now, with a gun.

I could feel the room start to spin as I stood from the couch.

Luke’s face was grim as he turned and grabbed my arm. “We’re going to get you the hell out of here.”

“Elevator,” Jordan growled, nodding towards their private lift that went from their office up to the penthouse.

“We’re going to get you safe, and then we’re going to deal with this.”

“No, wait,” I shook my head, the whole world still spinning around me as we marched across the office. “He’s crazier than you think he is, and I think he’s here for me.”

Jordan whirled. “Who’s here for you?”

“My ex,” I said quietly. “I think he’s here for me, and I think he’s here to rob you.”