Page 15 of Three Bossy Boyfriends (Honeysuckle Harbor #3)

Christopher

We’ve just finished an associates meeting, and I’m hanging back in the conference room watching Finley and Evan, who also seem to be hanging back.

As per usual in these morning meetings, people are milling around the conference table in pairs or threes, chatting before they go to start their day, slowly filtering out of the room, stalling getting back to their desks.

Except for Evan. He’s usually the first one out of the room and back to work.

Not today. Finley and Evan are in the far corner, just the two of them, taking their sweet time.

He leans over and says something to her, his mouth close to her ear, and the girl who scowls and rolls her eyes more than she does almost anything else, tips her head back and laughs.

The sight grabs me low in the gut.

She’s fucking beautiful when she laughs. Her long dark hair is gathered in a low ponytail today, and when she tips her head back like that, the long tresses skim her lower back.

For a second, a flash of an image flickers through my mind, of that ponytail wrapped around my fist, her head tipped back, my mouth against the front of her throat.

About where Evan’s mouth is hovering.

They are just talking, though. He’s not kissing her. Not doing anything inappropriate.

Or are they?

Finley is looking up at him with what I would almost call affection. And a little bit of eye-fucking.

And I suddenly know exactly what is going on.

Or what has gone on between the two of them.

They’ve fucked.

That’s the change in the air between them. How they’re suddenly so comfortable in each other’s personal space. The reason they’re looking at each other as if they’re picturing the other naked.

Because they are.

I’m still sitting in the leather chair at the head of the conference table. I’m not even sure they’re aware I’m still in the room.

Or maybe they are. Maybe they’re completely aware that I’m watching them. Maybe they like it. Maybe they’re putting on a show for me.

That’s almost how this seems.

Especially when Evan’s hand rests on her waist low enough that it’s almost on the curve of her ass and she lifts up on tiptoe to say something into his ear, their cheeks brushing against one another.

Okay, so they’ve come out to the partners that they’re dating. There’s no problem with the rest of the office knowing it if Charles and Mary Grace know it.

They’re certainly not hiding that they’re fond of one another.

But that is what is probably most interesting. This doesn’t seem to be an act. Their fondness seems very genuine.

I clear my throat.

They both look over at me. But they don’t pull apart.

And Finley gives me a little knowing smile.

That little brat.

Yeah, they were aware that I was still here. And at least some of that seems to have been for my benefit.

“Evan, I need to see you in my office,” I say.

“Okay. When?”

I push back from the table and stand. “Right now.” My eyes go to Finley. “Alone.”

Her eyebrow quirks, and that little mischievous smile turns up a little broader. “You look good in green, Mr. Davis.”

Green? Does she think I’m jealous? She drags her fingertips down the front of her blouse, and I glance down.

I’m wearing a green and gray patterned tie.

Uh, huh.

I don’t think she was talking about my tie.

But am I jealous?

If I am, it is simply because she is able to touch Evan, be publicly affectionate with him, date him outwardly.

I’m not jealous of the two of them together. In fact, the idea of them together makes me hard as a fucking rock.

That puts me a little on edge, I’ll admit.

When I think of them together and get hard at home—something that has been happening more than I should probably admit—it’s not a problem.

I easily take care of it. I’ve done that several times since Finley came to work here.

Especially since the other night on the balcony.

But here at the office, sporting an erection behind my custom-tailored suit pants is a little less convenient.

Especially because this ruse is supposed to go on for another few months.

I have no idea when Evan’s partnership might be made official.

Charles has said nothing about it for several weeks.

I know he’s impressed with Evan’s work in the office.

He’s said so several times. I also know that he likes Evan as a person.

Who wouldn’t? Evan Young is nearly perfect.

Charming, good-looking, smart—everything an ambitious young lawyer should be.

Except married.

And now he has a serious girlfriend.

The partnership discussion should be coming up anytime now.

Evan and Finley pass me on their way to the door, and Evan steps back to let her exit before him.

She shoots me one more cocky little smirk, and I flex my hand as my palm itches to smack that perfect, firm ass.

The chances of that ever happening in real life are slim, but it happens on a near nightly basis in my fantasies.

Evan turns after she’s out of the room. “Do you want to talk here?”

“My office.”

My office door has a lock.

He heads out the door without a word and turns toward my office.

I step in right behind him and close the door immediately. I don’t give him a chance to ask me a question or say a word. When he turns to face me, I grip the back of his neck, pulling him in and sealing my mouth over his in a hot, deep kiss.

He doesn’t act surprised. He doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t pull back for even a second. He opens his mouth for my tongue and grips my waist, pressing close.

I kiss him, imagining his tongue in Finley’s mouth. Imagining it all over her body, between her legs.

I groan and pull back. “Have you fucked her?”

“Last night.”

He doesn’t stumble, doesn’t even hesitate.

I pull back further so I can see his eyes clearly. “How was it?”

It’s an inappropriate question. He shouldn’t tell me about fucking her.

It’s a private thing between the two of them.

They are dating. The details about the relationship are fabricated, but they are seeing one another.

They are going to social events together, spending time together, getting to know one another.

And there is palpable chemistry between them. There has been from the beginning.

I’m not surprised they slept together. I wanted it. I practically told them to do it.

“Never mind,” I say. “I shouldn’t have asked.”

“I told her I was going to tell you. She knows. She wants me to tell you. It makes her hot.”

Surprise is followed immediately by lust. My whole body hardens even further, which I would not have thought possible.

“Really?”

“We talked about you last night. When we were together.”

My breath seizes in my lungs. “Tell me,” I order.

Hell, they talked about me, about this. If she knows he’s going to tell me, then I need to hear every word.

“She’s thought about you. And me. And us together. She teased me about you and the fact that she’s fantasized about you. I told her we should punish her by giving her two cocks at once.”

My breath rushes out. “ Fuck .”

“She’s fucking perfect, Christopher. Hot, sassy, gives as good as she gets. It was amazing.”

I kiss him again, hard and deep.

“More,” I demand when I pull back.

“She’s as hot as you’ve imagined.” He presses close, grinding our hard cocks against one another. “And you have imagined her, haven’t you?”

“Of course I have. And you and her together. And the three of us.”

“I told her after I make partner we’re going to come see her.”

New heat surges through my body. The only hesitation that I have is I’m not sure one night or one weekend would be enough. But that’s a hurdle we can cross when we come to it.

“Are you jealous?” he asks.

“Only that she got the cock I’ve been lusting after for over a year.” I reach between us and cup him through his pants. He’s hard, hot, and big. God, I want him. “And she did get your cock, didn’t she?”

He presses into my grip. “She did. Three times. Every position we could fit into one night. With plans to do it again.”

I groan and kiss him again, squeezing him hard. He groans into my mouth.

“So you want her pussy again?” I ask. It’s a stupid question. Of course he does.

“Oh, fuck yes. I have so many plans for her.”

He’s enjoying taunting me like this. He grinds into my hand, and I grip him, stroking up and down his length as best I can through his clothes.

“Did she suck your cock?”

“She did. And very well I might add.”

“Keep going,” I tell him. “I’m keeping a list of all of the things I need to punish her for. All of the things she got to do to you before I did.”

He chuckles, and it’s almost a smug sound.

Which is very unusual for Evan. He’s usually submissive.

I’ve often imagined that in the bedroom, I would be the one bossing him around.

But if Finley has given him a dose of confidence, that’s hardly something to punish her for.

I’ll reward her for that. Though my punishments and rewards may seem similar.

“I think she’d like to have you punish her,” he comments.

“Was she bratty for you?”

“No. More playful. Mischievous. I think she saves most of the brattiness for you.”

I can be okay with that.

“Are you looking forward to watching me tame our pretty little brat?”

He groans and presses harder into my hand.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” I’ll admit that calling her our little brat causes another surge of lust to go through me as well. “I can’t wait to watch the two of you together, too,” I tell him. “And to finally have this cock myself. Will she like watching us?”

“I think Miss Finley will be up for almost anything.”

“Excellent.” I kiss and stroke him harder. “I want to get you off,” I say against his mouth.

“Fuck yes,” he moans. “Please.”

“Undo your pants.”

He reaches between us and fumbles with his belt, then the button and zipper of his pants. I slip my hand inside and along his bare shaft.

We both groan. I squeeze and he whimpers against my mouth.

I grip him. I want to make him come. “Fuck, we shouldn’t do this here.”

“Bastard, you started it.”