19. Peyton
PEYTON
I should have realized exactly what would happen once I opened the door to sex in the office.
I really, really should have realized, but as I knelt between Viktor’s legs, my body curled under his desk as I drew his cock into my mouth and sucked like I’d die if he didn’t come, I realized I’d heartily underestimated our sex drive.
Not just mine. All of ours.
Viktor gripped the back of my head, his hand so tangled in my hair, I might never get it under control again.
We were alone in the office, and I’d taken advantage of my lunch hour to sneak in here and politely ask him if he needed anything.
He’d rolled back in his chair and pointed down at the space beneath the desk. I’d never scrambled so fast on my hands and knees in my life. I probably had rug burn, but I didn’t care.
The taste of him, the feel of his thick shaft working between my lips, made me moan. I ran my fingers along my slit and pressed my thumb against my clit.
I’d never been great at getting myself off, something about my lack of confidence in my body making me too uneasy about touching myself.
The hell with that. I lifted onto my knees to take him deeper and thrust two fingers into my pussy.
It wasn’t enough to get me off, but it helped with the aching emptiness.
“Peyton.” My name was a harsh rasp in the back of his throat.
“Damn it all to hell and beyond. I’m tempted to make you live under that desk.
” He pushed his dick deeper into my mouth, his fingers moving to cradle my jaw.
He rubbed small circles there, the pressure easing the ache of unused muscles learning how to stretch.
I sucked harder, wrapping my lips tight around the head of his cock and running my tongue over the deep slit, then around the bulbous tip.
Viktor grunted and yanked me up by the hair, driving me to straddle his lap. He shoved my dress up around my hips and pushed my panties aside.
My head fell back when he entered me, filling me so completely, I almost came on that first thrust.
“You are the most intoxicating thing in the world.” Viktor buried his face between my breasts, almost tearing the straps on my dress in his frantic need to bare my skin.
I’d chosen the dress for this very reason. Easy access, and it didn’t wrinkle.
I rolled my hips over him. “Make me come, Viktor. Please.”
This wasn’t the first time we’d been in this position. Just yesterday, Misha had trapped me in the bathroom and fucked the living hell out of me against the locked door.
The day before, Leo followed me into the storage room, and we’d made out for half an hour before he gave in and let me ride him. Right there on the floor.
My knees still ached a bit from that, but again. Worth. It.
I leaned away from Viktor, resting my spine against the edge of his desk. My legs splayed on either side of his, and he dragged his tongue over my nipple while driving into me.
I fisted both hands in his hair. I’d learned he didn’t just like to have control.
He liked it when I got a little rough with him too.
I tugged his mouth to my other nipple and gave myself over to the sensations rolling through me.
I kept waiting for it to lessen, for the sex to become something I could live without.
If anything, the opposite happened. The more we were together, the more I wanted.
I cried out as the orgasm slammed into me with the force of a wrecking ball.
Viktor stood, carrying me up with him, and pushed me onto his desk. I’d barely taken a breath when his thrusts turned savage, punctuated by a grunt every time his balls clapped my ass.
More of this seemed impossible.
Hot breath rushed over my neck. Viktor braced his weight on one hand beside my head, the other gripping my hip.
He shuddered, his eyes slanting closed for a heartbeat before he straightened.
“Just a prelude until tonight.” He kissed me, his tongue sweeping into my mouth and sealing his words with a promise.
This was how it had been for the last week. They stole moments individually throughout the day, then claimed me together at night.
Their possessive, single-minded devotion was almost overwhelming, but I’d learned there was also a thrill to it.
I’d never been so exhausted, but I still could not get enough. Every time I even thought about taking a night and going home instead of to their penthouse, I immediately scratched the idea.
Viktor helped me to my feet and straightened my dress, then his pants, tucking himself away.
Until later.
The craving for them that had started weeks ago flamed higher with every passing day.
Even now, moments after being so wrapped up in pleasure I could barely think straight, I was tempted to check in on Misha next. See if he needed anything.
Tonight. I could make it until tonight.
I ran my fingers through my hair, taming the waves on my way to the door. “Have a good evening, Sir.”
Viktor winked at me as the door closed, then sat and scooted closer to his computer.
I, meanwhile, barely managed to form a complete sentence for the next few hours.
A text message from Elena popped up on my phone, and I glanced toward the offices before I checked it.
Missed you at lunch again. Meet after work to catch up?
I chewed my lip and considered before typing back.
Sure.
I could spend a few minutes with Elena before I made my way to the penthouse for the night. Message sent, I twirled in my chair, contemplating how I’d get my work finished for the day when all my brain cells had evaporated.
Thankfully, no one seemed to mind. I kept the schedules up to date, but reading a report hadn’t happened in a week.
They’d driven me to distraction in the best possible way, and my performance took a steep nose dive. My work performance, anyway. My sexual performance had never been better.
But Elena had noticed something was off too. This wasn’t the first time she’d messaged me about missing lunch.
I’d given her the same excuse every time, usually alternating between saying Viktor, Misha, or Leo needed me.
I still didn’t refer to them by their first names unless we were alone, and Elena hadn’t pressed for details.
The rest of the afternoon passed in a blissful haze. To the point that I was still smiling when I met up with Elena outside the front doors.
She eyed me up and down. “Seems they cannot live without you. Not even for lunch.” Her lips puckered. “I am not sure that is healthy, Peyton.”
“It’s fine.” I waved off her comment. “It isn’t permanent.”
“No? What would they do without you if they cannot make it through a single business hour without you under their thumb?”
I bit back a giggle at that, then let it out because Elena wouldn’t be able to understand why I laughed so hard. I’d definitely had my clit under their thumb on more than one lunch. “I’m not irreplaceable. I’m just good at my job, and we’ve entered a busy season for the company.”
“Busy season?” Elena’s brows furrowed. “If it is so busy, why have so many been fired?”
I didn’t have an explanation for that, so I shrugged. “That’s just what I’ve been told.”
My lies were turning flimsier by the second, so I did my best to redirect the conversation to something more fun. “Did you hear about the gala happening at the end of the year?”
Elena let me change the subject, but her expression told me she remained unconvinced.
Had I gotten too careless with our secret meetups? The last thing I wanted was for people to find out. People would look at me differently, and I’d had enough of that. Not to mention the hostile work environment our relationship would create.
I listened to Elena and made a plan to talk to them tonight.
By the time Elena and I caught up, I barely had time to drive over to the penthouse without having to text that I’d be late.
Leo met me at the elevator, as he usually did, and I was struck as always by the opulence of his home.
The stark white walls should have been intimidating, but the bright splashes of color from the abstract art he preferred warmed the space.
“That looks says you have something to say.” Misha pressed a glass of wine into my hands. “Might as well say it now and get it out of the way.” He tensed, just slightly, but enough for me to take a long look at his face. Was he worried?
“As much as I am loving the things we’re doing at work, I’m afraid people are going to catch on. I can’t concentrate on my job.” I paused and sipped the wine. All three men stared at me.
Talk about intimidating.
“Has anyone said anything?” Leo asked.
I shook my head. “Not about that. My friends have noticed that I’m missing lunch.
They’re not suspicious, but I’m afraid they will be if I keep spending all my time in your offices.
” I’d fought with this all the way here, worrying how they’d react.
Tears gathered, and I sniffed them back.
“I understand this is a bit late, and you might not appreciate taking a step back.” The rest of what I’d planned to say failed me.
I couldn’t tell them I understood if they wanted to end things, because that would be an outright lie.
“Explain this step back.” Misha leaned against the edge of the counter, wine in one hand and the other splayed across the marble.
“Just… go back to how things were before. No sex in the office.” I managed to keep from blushing. Weeks of sex with them had given me a newfound confidence, and I needed every ounce. “I’m sorry that I crossed that line, only to go back on it now.”
“Are you sorry for the things we have done in the office?” Viktor gave me one of his lowered brow, dark looks.
I shook my head. “No. Absolutely not. I have loved every single minute of it, and I wouldn’t mind continuing. But I don’t want people to find out. If they find out, they’ll think that’s the only reason you hired me. My professional career will be ruined.”
“Peyton, we would never let that happen.” Leo took a step toward me and framed my face in his hands. “But we understand. We can do this for you. We will do this for you. We respect your boundaries, whatever they may be.”
Misha released a long sigh, his head shaking from side to side.
“Pity. I had such delicious fantasies I was about to indulge next week.” He met my eyes and winked.
“I suppose we will have to play them out here. And I will be thinking of you every day as I sit behind my desk. You have done some naughty things, Peyton. Things that have made my visions of you become even filthier.”
Yes, I’d done some crazy things in their offices. Things that made me wet just thinking about. I hated to give up that part of our romance, but it had to be done.
I kissed Leo, leaning into his side. “Thank you for understanding. As for you, Misha.” I drew out his name with a laugh. “In this house, I will be anything you want me to be.”
Even prey. He hadn’t yet asked me to fulfil that fantasy again, but I had every confidence he would at some point.