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MAKAYLA

I step into the shower, determined to make the most of a bad situation.

My heart is racing. I’m still achingly aroused from our tumble in the hot tub, and I need another release before I lose my mind. For a second there, I thought Oscar might join us. I wanted that so badly.

“I need to figure out how to get Oscar on my side,” I say, letting the hot water sluice over my face and body.

The steamy heat fills my lungs with every deep breath as I let my hands wander up and down my body, retracing Alex and Kellan’s feverish touches. I’m both angry and unbearably aroused; the contradiction leaves me breathless.

“What if… What if I get a job at their company?” I wonder. “That would certainly get me closer.”

I imagine walking into their office on the first day of work. Bryan is nowhere to be found—probably out meeting with a prospective client.

In the shower, I squeeze my breasts, summoning the ghost of Alex’s mouth on my nipple. I give it a sharp pinch and whimper as shivers ripple down my spine. My eyes screw shut; my core clenches even tighter.

I’m dressed in high heels and a pencil skirt. I want to make a good impression on my three new bosses. Unlike my old boss, these three are men I actually want to sleep with.

My hair is twisted into a bun behind my head—the classic office-girl look. I’ve chosen a nearly see-through white blouse and a lace bra that lifts my breasts, putting them shamelessly on display.

I stride into Oscar’s office and find him behind his desk. Kellan and Alex sit across from him, deep in conversation.

My fingers trace invisible lines down my naked hips, the sound of rushing water bringing back the sensations from the hot tub.

Back in my fantasy, their eyes land on me, making my skin prickle with anticipation. They want me and I know it. The desire is downright palpable.

“We’ve got a new social-media campaign for you to spearhead, Kay. Can you jot down the main points?” Oscar asks.

“Of course,” I respond, reaching for a notepad.

I pull the pencil from my hair like a sultry reporter and sidle up to the desk, ready to do my duty.

By now I’m breathing hard—both in the shower and in the fantasy—my fingers circling a slick, swollen clit that throbs for attention.

I love a good slow build, but I can’t decide what Oscar wants me to write.

To move things along, I push my chest forward into the shower stream to feel the hot water sliding across my breasts.

I picture Kellan rising. He plucks the pencil from my fingers and hoists me onto the desk.

I’m surprised. Technically, this could be sexual harassment, but I’m already wet and aching for his touch.

“There’s something more important that we need you to do for us,” Kellan says.

“What’s that?” I ask, even though the answer is obvious.

“Take your shirt off,” Kellan commands.

Two fingers slide in as the hot water loosens my muscles, every last inhibition melting away. This clearly isn’t the first nor the last time that I’ll be pleasuring myself while thinking about them. God, these men are something else, teasing out a side of me I never knew existed.

I look from him to Oscar and then to Alex. They all stand and come closer to surround me with their hard bodies. I wonder if I’ve bitten off more than I can chew. Can I really take all three of them at the same time?

The answer is a resounding YES!

Fingering myself, I feel a tightness coil in my belly, desire surging through me like liquid wildfire as I grind the heel of my palm over my clit. The harder I press, the closer I skate to the edge . . .

I spread my legs, welcoming Kellan between my thighs. He kisses me fiercely, stealing my breath even though it’s just a vision. He plants his hands on my knees, drawing back just long enough for me to reach for the buttons of my blouse.

“Is this in my job description?” I tease.

“Only if you want it to be,” Oscar says, watching intently.

“I do,” I answer, peeling off the gossamer layer of silk and dropping it to the floor.

In the shower, I move faster, moaning in white-hot need as I remember Kellan’s fingers doing the same. The hunger, the roughness, the curling motions. I can see the scene so clearly and it feels like it's causing steam to rise all around me.

In my mind’s eye, I see Alex reaching behind me to unhook my bra.

“Am I going to get overtime for this?” I ask.

Kellan claims my mouth again, silencing my teasing. Banter is over. They expect me to perform, and I’m ready to give them one hundred and ten percent.

“Have you ever been with three men at once?” Oscar asks. “Because we share everything in this office.”

“I’m a hard worker,” I reply.

“When you love what you do, you’ll never work a day in your life,” Oscar quotes the old entrepreneurial adage. And that’s when Kellan hikes my skirt up and yanks me hard against his crotch.

I cup the back of his head and kiss him deeply. My thoughts scatter. I try to tame the fantasy into something that obeys space and time, but it’s already running wild.

Kellan frees his cock—ruddy and hard against the sculpted columns of his thighs. I wrap my fingers around him as he eases me back onto the desk. Things are happening so fast.

In the shower, my fingers speed up. All thoughts of drawing out the fantasy vanish, replaced by a singular need to climax. The need grows inside my core until it’s almost painful.

On the opposite side of the desk in my dream, Oscar remains clothed.

But this time he doesn’t stop us. He looks on with interest as Kellan pushes his pants to the ground.

I have one cock in my fist and another poised at my entrance.

I engage my abs and lift myself so I don’t miss a thing.

I don’t want to miss a minute of the action.

Kellan thrusts inside me, burying his massive rod in one blunt stroke.

“Oh, yes,” I hiss beneath the spray, finger-fucking myself out of this world.

My legs tremble, my entire being zeroed in on this exquisite moment. I can almost feel the weight of Kellan inside me. He moves like an athlete, gliding forward and back with a grace that builds to a crescendo.

I can barely focus enough to stroke Alex. I reach out for Oscar. He takes my hand and brings it up to his lips.

“Open your eyes,” he commands.

I do as I’m told, gazing up into the depths of his warm brown eyes. Our souls touch. He’s there for me at this important moment. Oh God, I’m going to come as he watches, allowing him to witness my joy.

He squeezes my hand while his brother pounds into me, hard and deep. I can almost hear the sound of skin slapping skin. In that instant before I rocket off into the stratosphere, I feel one with all three of them. Then my body convulses, and I slump against the shower wall.

“Yes… a thousand times, yes.”

The office scene dissolves in my mind and I’m left with the gentle rain of the shower stall, and my own two fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy.

I resolve to make it happen. Damn Oscar and his caution; I won’t let that stop us.

Using the resort’s signature spiced vanilla shower cream, I wash up, then pat myself dry and take a moment to gaze at my naked form in the mirror. I’m not vain, yet I know I’m attractive. Sure, I have a little more meat on my bones than some women, but I love my curves.

And judging from Kellan and Alex’s excitement only moments ago, I suspect I’m a perfect fit for their tastes.

“Damn, I need to make this work,” I tell my reflection. “Alex and Kellan started this, but Oscar had better be there to finish it.”

I dither too long, until a knock at the door jolts me.

“Be there in just a minute!” I call out.

In a rush, I grab a pair of tight blue jeans and a red sweater. It’s warm and comfy, and it's cropped right at my midsection, so it does a fairly good job of showing off my assets. Glancing at myself in the mirror again, I offer a steady smile.

Arm yourself with patience and cunning, girl. You’ve got this.