Chapter 18
Addison
My meeting wasn’t that important. But even if it was, how was I supposed to turn down three hot billionaires?
I told the other people who were supposed to be on the call that I had an emergency.
Not exactly a lie.
Liam’s office feels smaller with all four of us inside. The door locked. Blinds already drawn.
“Come here.” Liam’s voice cuts through the silence.
I move toward him. He catches my wrist when I’m close enough.
“We’re doing this my way.” His eyes hold mine. “You follow my lead. Understood?”
Heat floods through me. “Yes.”
“Good girl.” He releases me and steps back. “Nolan, sit in my chair.”
Nolan moves without hesitation and settles in the leather office chair.
Liam turns to Axel. “Couch. You’re watching first.”
Axel’s jaw tightens, but he doesn’t argue. Just drops onto the couch, legs spread, arms draped across the back. That half-smile playing at his mouth tells me he’s enjoying this already.
Liam circles me once. Studying. “Strip. Slowly.”
My fingers find the top button of my blouse. Undo it. Then the next. The fabric parts, slowly revealing skin—inch by inch.
“Slower,” Liam commands.
I force my hands to move at half speed. Each button is an exercise in restraint. The blouse finally falls open. I let it slide off my shoulders.
The air conditioning raises goosebumps across my skin.
Liam smirks. “And your bra.”
I reach behind and unhook it. Let the straps fall forward. The lace catches on my nipples before dropping completely.
Axel shifts on the couch. I see him adjust himself through his jeans.
“Skirt.”
The zipper sounds loud in the quiet room. I push the fabric down over my hips and step out of it.
Now I’m standing in just my underwear and heels.
“Those, too.” Liam gestures to my underwear.
I hook my thumbs in the waistband. Slide them down and kick them aside.
Three men watching me, and the dynamic makes my pulse race.
“On the desk.” Liam’s tone leaves no room for negotiation. “Sit on the edge. Face Nolan.”
The wood is cool against my ass when I perch there, facing toward where Nolan sits in the chair. My legs dangle, heels barely touching the floor.
Liam moves behind me. His hands settle on my thighs from behind, pushing them apart.
“Nolan.” He doesn’t look away from the back of my head. “Tell me what you see from there.”
Nolan’s eyes darken, his gaze dropping between my spread legs. “She’s wet already. I can see it from here.”
Liam’s hand slides around my hip from behind. His fingers find my clit, and I gasp.
“Axel, what do you think? Should I make her wait?”
“Nah.” Axel’s voice has gone rough. “Make her beg first.”
Liam circles my clit once. Twice. Then pulls his hand away.
“Please,” I beg.
“Please, what?” Liam drawls.
“Touch me.”
“Where?” His fingers trace my inner thigh. Deliberately avoiding where I need him.
“Between my legs,” I answer breathlessly.
His fingers find their way inside of me—two at once. No warning. And the sudden fullness makes my back arch.
“Fuck, you’re soaked.” He pumps his fingers slowly. “You like being on display for us?”
I arch my head back. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?” Liam asks in a dominant tone.
“Yes, I like being on display for you.”
His thumb finds my clit again. Pressure and friction build heat throughout my core.
“Nolan, come here.”
Nolan appears in front of me. His hand cups my face, tilting my head toward him.
The kiss is gentle. Patient. Everything Liam’s fingers aren’t.
Liam’s pace increases, and his fingers curl, pressing against the sensitive walls of my pussy as he drags his fingers in and out.
I moan into Nolan’s mouth.
“Her pussy is tightening around my fingers,” Liam says. “We’re going to make her come.”
“Not yet.” Axel’s voice cuts in. “Make her earn it.”
Liam withdraws his hand completely, and the loss makes me whimper.
“On your knees,” he says. “Between my legs.”
I slide off the desk. My knees hit the carpet, and he’s already undoing his belt.
His cock springs free. Hard. Ready.
“Let’s give my brothers a show.” Liam runs his fingers through my hair. “Show them what that mouth can do.”
Being wanted by all three of them—not performing, just desired—makes me wetter. I wrap my hand around him, and I stroke once before taking him into my mouth.
The salt-musk taste of him floods my senses. I hollow my cheeks, creating suction, and his hand fists in my hair.
Not pulling. Just holding.
From the couch, Axel groans. “Fuck, that’s hot.”
I take Liam deeper. Feel him hit the back of my throat. He doesn’t thrust. Doesn’t force. He lets me set the pace.
Nolan’s hand slides down my spine. His fingers trace the curve of my ass before dipping between my legs from behind.
Liam fills my mouth while Nolan’s fingers curl inside me. My toes curl in my heels.
“Look at her,” Axel says. “Taking both of you. She’s so fucking perfect.”
Nolan’s fingers move faster. His other hand grips my hip, steadying me.
Liam’s breathing changes. Gets rougher. “Enough.”
I pull back, and his cock slips from my mouth, glistening.
“Axel, get over here.”
Axel is off the couch in seconds. Clothes being shed as he moves.
“Addison, on the desk. On your back.”
I climb up. The wood presses against my shoulder blades. Cool and hard.
Liam positions himself between my legs. “Nolan, hold her hands above her head.”
Nolan’s fingers circle my wrists. Pin them gently to the desk surface.
Liam enters me in one smooth thrust.
The stretch makes me cry out. He fills me completely, the angle hitting deep.
“Axel, kiss her.”
Axel’s mouth crashes onto mine. His kiss is demanding, teeth scraping my bottom lip. He swallows my moans as Liam sets a punishing pace.
Each thrust drives me up the desk. Nolan’s grip on my wrists tightens, anchoring me.
The wood digs into my back. Liam’s fingers bruise my hips. Axel’s tongue invades my mouth.
My mind can’t process it all.
“Switch,” Liam says.
He pulls out, and I’m left wanting.
Axel takes his place, entering me hard and fast.
“Fuck, you feel good.” His voice is ragged. “So tight. So wet.”
Liam moves to my head. His cock brushes my lips. Still wet from me.
“Open.”
I do. He slides inside. The taste of myself mixed with him makes my core clench around Axel.
“Fuck,” Axel groans. “She likes that.”
They find a rhythm. Axel thrusting into me while Liam moves in and out of my mouth. Nolan’s hands keep my wrists pinned, rendering me helpless to do anything but take what they give.
Pressure builds in my core, coiling tighter with each thrust.
Axel’s fingers find my clit, applying pressure that makes my head swirl. “That’s it. Come on my dick. Show me how good we make you feel.”
The climax slams into me. Every muscle locks, then releases in waves I can’t stop. I clench rhythmically around Axel’s cock, feel myself getting wetter.
Liam pulls out just as I come, and warmth hits my chest and neck as he spills his seed.
Axel follows seconds later. Cursing. Hips jerking as he empties himself inside me.
We’re all breathing hard. Nolan releases my wrists. Helps me sit up on the desk.
Nolan’s still rock hard. My turn to take care of him.
Liam retrieves tissues from his desk drawer, and hands some to Axel.
Liam’s touch is gentle as he cleans his release from my chest and neck. The tenderness contrasts with what just happened.
Then Axel kneels between my legs.
The first touch of the tissue makes me flinch. Oversensitive. But he’s careful as he cleans between my thighs, wiping away the evidence of what he left inside me.
When he’s finished, he presses a kiss to my inner thigh. Then he stands and moves to the couch, giving Nolan space.
I slide off the desk. My legs protest, but I make it to where Nolan sits in Liam’s chair.
I look him up and down. “Your turn.”
Nolan’s hands grip my hips, and I straddle his lap. My hands work his belt open. “I need you.”
He helps me free him, and when I sink down onto him, we both inhale sharply.
The angle is different. Deeper. And I feel every inch of him.
My forehead drops to his, and I start to move. Slow rolls of my hips. Not the brutal pace Liam and Axel set. This is something else.
His hands find my waist. He doesn’t direct me, just follows my rhythm.
“I love watching you like this.” His lips brush my jaw. “Taking what you want.”
The words hit somewhere deep.
My rhythm increases. His hands slide up my back, pulling me closer. Our chests press together, and I can feel his heartbeat against mine.
“That’s it.” His mouth finds my neck. Kissing. Not biting. “However you need me.”
I grind down harder. The friction against my clit makes everything tighten despite how sensitive I still am.
“Nolan, your cock feels so good,” I whisper, and I move up and down his shaft.
One hand cups the back of my head. “I’ve got you.”
Being this close—seeing his face, feeling his gentleness—makes my chest ache in ways I don’t have words for. I come with soft cries I can’t control, sounds I didn’t know I could make.
He follows immediately. His grip tightens, pulling me against him as he finishes.
We stay like that. Breathing together. His hand stroking my hair.
When I finally climb off his lap, Liam produces more tissues. Cleaning me carefully before helping me stand.
Nolan tucks himself away and rises from the chair.
Axel’s already retrieving my clothes. “Here.”
Nolan takes them from him. Buttons my blouse while Liam zips my skirt. The three of them work in silent coordination, dressing me with care.
When we’re all clothed again, Liam checks his watch. “The appointment to see the penthouse is at three.”
The apartment viewing. Right. Because we’re actually doing this. Moving in together. All four of us under one roof. Committing to whatever this becomes.
I smooth my hair. “Do I look—”
“Like you just got thoroughly fucked by three men?” Axel’s eyes dance. “Absolutely.”
I snort. “Helpful.”
Nolan gives his brother a playful smack. “You look beautiful.”
I go into Liam’s office bathroom and fix my makeup. The flush won’t fade, but the rest is manageable.
When I emerge, they’re all standing there looking disgustingly composed.
I grab my purse. “Nothing says ‘responsible tenants’ like showing up directly from an office threesome.”
“Foursome,” Axel corrects.
“Right.” I laugh. “My mistake. Foursome.”
Holy shit. Is this really my life?