“I can go lock the front door and change the sign to closed,” Tucker says.
I was going to close soon, so that makes sense. “Sure.”
The men I’m sandwiched between shuffle to the side. Tucker sneaks out beside us.
I’m turned around again, so now I’m facing Grayson. He slides one hand into my hair, which is down today.
The kiss is deep and demanding. He presses into me, until my back is plastered against the solid wall of muscle behind me.
Only when Tucker walks back in the room and the door snaps shut behind him does Grayson pull away from the kiss. Warren’s grip on my hips is the only thing that keeps me upright.
Grayson retreats until the backs of his legs hit my desk. He casually perches on the edge of the desk, his legs extended out in front of him.
“Get her clothes off,” he says. “And I swear to fuck, Tucker, if you say one thing about me being bossy…” He trails off, glaring at Tucker, who forces his expression to look innocent. “I am your actual boss, so…”
“Fine, fine,” Tucker says. “You like to be in charge. I get it. It seems like our girl here likes it too, so I’ll go with it.” He steps in front of me, reaching for the hem of my shirt.
I lean in, whispering in his ear. “I don’t think you mind it either.”
A shudder runs through him, but he doesn’t say anything as he peels my shirt over my head. He tosses it so it smacks Grayson in the face.
Warren and Tucker work in tandem until I’m standing between them completely nude.
“Is she ready for us?” Grayson asks.
Warren runs a finger between my breasts and over my stomach until he reaches my pussy. My legs squeeze around his hand as his fingers slide through my wetness.
He pulls his finger away and holds it up so the other two men can see my glistening arousal clinging to his skin. I peek over my shoulder as Warren brings his finger to his mouth and licks it clean.
“Just as perfect as I remember,” he mutters.
“Fuck,” Tucker grunts. He starts unbuckling his jeans and kicking off his shoes. “My dick is so hard right now. These jeans are killing me.”
I stare while he peels off his shirt, leaving only his gray boxer briefs. I can see why the jeans were painful. His dick is straining against his underwear, begging to be let out.
I can only focus on his dick for a few second because the rest of him is there and pleading for my attention.
He’s narrower than the other men in the room, but his muscles are impressive. He also has a perfect trail of hair disappearing into the waistband of his boxers that makes my mouth water.
“My eyes are up here, Sunshine,” he says, catching me ogling him.
My head cocks to the side. “You have a problem with me staring at you?”
He laughs. “No, stare all you want. I love having your eyes on me.”
“What if my mouth was on you instead?”
What is it about these guys that makes me feel more emboldened than I ever have before?
“Fuck yes,” Tucker says, sliding his boxers down.
My mouth waters even more because his dick is perfect. It’s almost pretty, if that’s a thing that can be said about dicks. I guess Tucker is pretty, so it makes sense.
I look around the office, realizing Tucker and I are completely naked, while Warren and Grayson are both still fully clothed. I don’t know why this makes me laugh, but I can’t help the giggle that bursts from my throat.
“Are you laughing at his dick?” Grayson asks, laughing himself.
My eyes shoot up to Tucker. “No. No, I swear.” My hand waves around the room. “I was just laughing at how we all look right now. Half-naked. Half fully dressed.”
