Roman and Miles make a game out of turning me on at the office. Little touches and blatant eye-fucking when other people aren’t looking, but Miles is at least willing to follow through. Roman, on the other hand, always wears a smile and passes me off to someone else. Gunner loves the reward of that.
And Gunner is fun. He knows what a purely sexual relationship is about. We laugh and joke together plenty, but when he tries to really talk to me, I make an excuse to leave. It’s harder in the office though.
“We all met in the military, you know?” He asks while playing with my hair as we come down from another orgasm. “Hard ass life. Not all of us …”
“It’s okay, honey. Forget about all that while you’re with me.” I kiss his neck. “Let me make all those memories go away.”
And he kisses me until his timer goes off. He leaves just like that.
Nick even visits me the next day. I get all excited to see him, enjoying our easy back and forth and the way things go between us. He tells me he needs to check in on me, but his questions are definitely not professional.
“And how do you like the position?”
“Which one?” I ask, tired of the thinly veiled flirting.
Roman denying me what I know will be excellent sex and Matthew always being busy has me pissy. I was told I’d have six men and while I’m lucky to regularly fuck two of them and have Roman and Nick’s attention, being denied is driving me insane.
Nick arches his eyebrow. “Wording like that can get you in trouble, Bella.”
“Well, you are the H.R. manager. Wouldn’t that mean you’re in charge of punishing me?” I stand up and bend over against my desk, giving Nick a view of my ass.
He groans and pushes my skirt over my skin. The chill of the A/C against the warmth of his hands makes my stomach clench and has me immediately wet. Nick palms my ass, then spreads my legs with his feet.
“It’s not punishment I have in mind right now.”
“No?”
I hear his zipper go down and the rustle of clothing before he’s inside me. I gasp as his cock fills me. I’ve gotten so used to Gunner, teasing me and fucking me hard that Nick just standing still as my pussy quivers makes me twice as crazy.
“Nick!” I whimper.
He gently covers my mouth. “You’ll have to be quiet for this meeting, sweet Bella.”
He thrusts again. “You feel amazing.”
Nick sets a slow, lazy pace that erodes at all my sanity. He had me fast enough that I’m moaning, eyes rolling back, pushing against him, but slow enough that I feel every inch moving inside me.
“Please,” I gasp. “Harder.”
“I like this pace,” He purrs in my ear.
Shivers dance on the goosebumps that raise on my throat. It’s almost torture to have him like this. To feel him this deep inside me and know that he’s not going to give me more. But Nick’s effort pays off. The smell of his cologne surrounding me, his warm body against mine, two fingers playing with my clit as he grinds deeper inside me.
It’s too much and not enough at the same time. I’m so overwhelmed, so past any kind of reason. The slow burn of my orgasm builds up until I come apart. Nick’s hand tightens on my mouth, but he moans against my throat.
“So good and wet,” He pants. “Wonderful, Bella. You’re wonderful.”
He pulls out and I turn around. I drop to my knees and wrap my mouth around his cock before he can put his pants back on. Nick groans and his fingers thread through my hair. “Naughty girl.”
I pop off him. “You have to come. I won’t let you leave until you do.”
And I prove it by using my mouth in the same way that works on Roman. Nick may like making me wait, but I don’t have that kind of patience. Not when I can still feel my pussy squeezing with every beat of my heart.
Nick groans and muffles his grunts as he comes down my throat. His fingers tighten almost painfully in my hair as he thrusts deeper into my mouth, but then he shakes and cups my cheeks as he draws back. I stand up and rub his wrists.
He nods. “You really are one of a kind.”
“And you are filled with compliments.” I kiss him softly. “Thank you for being so concerned about my job.”
“I am. I want to make sure you’re happy here. In every way, Bella. I can see that you’re an asset.”
My chest blooms with pride. Nick redresses me and I do the same for him before he heads out. It’s been a productive week. Even if I haven’t seen Holden again. Which is a shame. I like the way his cock feels in my throat.
Thursday, I wear slacks since I have to wash my skirts and a simple silky wrap top. Before I can even sit down to work, I’m called into Miles’ office. All of the men are there, in one place.
A little thrill teases my nerves, but realizing just how many of them there are (holy crap all six) and just one little me has me anxious. Roman and Gunner stand to the side. Gunner’s drinking as usual, but Roman’s eyes find me and I see the corner of his mouth pull up as he drinks me in.
Do pants do it for him?
I take an unsteady breath and adjust in my heels as Holden and Nick argue about something. Matthew motions me towards him with a subtle motion of his finger as Miles tries to get Gunner’s attention away from the story he’s been telling.
I lean over Matthew’s shoulder. “What’s going on?”
“Miles wants to go over everything for the party this weekend in Scottsdale.”
“What party?” I ask.
Matthew takes my hand and rubs my knuckles. “Don’t worry. We’ll take care of you.”
I blink at him as my cheeks heat. “But-”
“Tomorrow, of course, we’re all going to Scottsdale. I have the hotel set up and have given out the invitations for the party itself, but I made sure we have two full nights booked in connecting suites. The largest, of course. Each has two bedrooms, so there will be plenty of space.”
“For you too, Bella.” Gunner winks at me.
I swallow. I knew what I was getting into being with these men. And three weeks is no time, even for a fling. Still, they’ve shown me that they’re good men. That they’re not going to break me just because they can … even if Roman is toeing that line happily. I shouldn’t be nervous, but not even my ex and I went on trips.
“Ow,” Matthew says with a light smile. No one else looks over, so I know his voice is soft.
I realize how hard I’m squeezing his hand. I ease up and focus on the itinerary Miles lays out. But then his eyes go to me. “After the party, we can enjoy ourselves plenty.”
Gunner winks at me and I feel Holden stroke down my back before grabbing my ass. I’m the afterparty.
“Why bother with a party at all when we have Bella?”
“A way to test your drinking, I’m sure,” Nick says. “Don’t overdo it, Gunner.”
“Are you the reward, Bella?” He asks, raising his bourbon glass to his lips.
I smile. “Of course I am. But I won’t complain if you can’t come … that just means more for me.”
The guys chuckle. We go over more details and I take notes. At the end of the meeting, I realize how close to Matthew I am. I clear my throat. “Anyone want coffee?”
I get three orders and head to the front. I don’t realize I’m being followed until I’m outside. Matthew stands there, studying my face intently. Before I can ask what he’s doing, he takes my hand. “Any of us … all of us will listen if you say no.”
“Why would I say no to anything involving you … six.”
“I know pleasing six women at once would terrify me, even if I did like them.” He smiles gently. “But you’re a stronger woman than I am.”
I lick over my bottom lip. “I want to go on a date with you, Matthew. Or at least talk to you. The other guys visit. Holden texts me. I keep thinking I’ve made you mad or offended you. And clearly, you’re not like Roman – punishing me or something.”
“You haven’t, Bella. I’m just … slower on the draw.” His face softens, but he doesn’t smile. “I don’t want you overwhelmed. I don’t want you panicking or concerned about your job. This is a lot for you, even if you don’t think it is. Even if you can handle it.”
I want to melt into that respectful, almost awed look in his eyes, especially considering it’s aimed at me specifically. I take a step closer to him. “You know, I only have two hands. It might be nice to have some help with coffee.”
He flashes a beautiful smile; the same one he gave me last time. The same one I still dream about. We put in the order and Matthew glances around the shop. I see him take a step closer to me. “I don’t like how some of these men watch you.”
“Getting all protective now?” I tease.
But I see women drooling all over him too. Eager to claim him and lock him down, or at least steal him for a night. Since the only thing I’ve managed to steal is a kiss, I can feel my jealousy increase. Six men for me to enjoy, but I still get pissy about this?
Maybe I am going insane.
“Do you want to go out with me?” I ask, completely shutting down a girl who was close to approaching Matthew.
He considers it for a moment, actually takes the time to think about it, which I don’t know how to react to, then nods. “I would, Bella. I’d like to get to know you better and treat you like a lady.”
“Miles does that plenty. Always ordering for me. Sending me things from online stores.”
“With me, there’s no expectation. Whatever happens, happens. Whatever we feel, we can act on. That way there’s no pressure.”
“Yeah, except the party looming over us.” I sigh. “I’ve never been to some big event like this before.”
“I’ll make sure you fit right in.”
“Will that be a good thing or a bad thing?”
“It’s better than Gunner ‘sampling’ all the alcohol until he feels ‘sick’.” Matthew uses legitimate air quotes and I can’t stop myself from cackling.
As we bring the coffee back to the office, I find myself looking forward to our date and to this weekend. Three days off, technically, and a chance to really get to see all these men outside of the office.
I’ll finally get some time with Matthew, who’s been impossible to pin down, and on top of it, I have a feeling I’ll be able to have Roman right where I want him too.
Matthew offers to take all the coffees when he sees me get nervous about the sheer number of emails I have. “Thank you. Apparently, everyone’s very excited about the party and has a million questions I don’t know the answers to.”
“I can drop these off and come back,” He offers.
“I’m pretty good a bullshitting … but it might be better to give real answers.” I can’t just say I want more time with him. With Matthew, being that obvious and direct is terrifying for some reason. But I’m sure I’m just overthinking it.
I know that all this is temporary. I’m a fling and that’s how I want it … probably.
