Page 21 of Three Wickedly Bad Neighbors and a Very Grumpy Girl
“And crazy as it may sound, we now do believe in love at first sight,” Sullivan says.
“You like me?”
“More like love you.”
“And you want to see me again? But I’m so grumpy all the time, and I like rules, and I ruined your party.”
“Did you hear us say the words ‘our bride’? And ‘love’? And ‘forever’?”
“But... wait,” she says, putting some distance between us. “Okay, this is crazy. What is going on? Why are you here?” she cries. “I was supposed to be meeting my new boss, Mr. Anderson.”
“Well, Jake Anderson, our uncle, is no longer the CEO of Obsidia Tech. We fired him, and we’re here to take over the running of the company.”
“Your uncle?”
“Yes,” Gray says.
Without the urge to commit murder when we thought someone had hurt her, it doesn’t take us long to assess the situation and the sheer coincidence of it all. The sexy, bossy girl next door is standing in front of us in the boardroom of the company we now run.
“It’s a long story. But the short of it is our adopted parents grew Obsidia Tech from the ground up. It was a family business, and before long, it had a net worth of several hundred billion dollars,” Sullivan says.
“But we went off to the military after college, only to learn Jake, a distant cousin of our parents, exercised a hostile takeover, and our parents lost their pride and joy. They asked us for help. We owed it to them, and here we are.”
“That is insane. This whole time we were coming to the same building?”
“Yeah, the whole time our cocks were filling you up and you were clenching your sweet wet walls around us, we were coming to the same building.” Gray doesn’t waste any time teasing her as Sullivan pulls down the blinds and I lock the door.
A delicious blush settles on her cheeks, and her eyes are tinged with confusion.
“What...?”
We don’t let her escape us, and soon she’s lifted onto the boardroom table, our hands sliding up over her thighs. Fuck, her skin is so soft.
“We had no fucking clue we were going to be running a tech company, but damned if we’re not going to be thinking about our wife, naked on our boardroom table. It’s the only way we’ll get through all those boring meetings, sweetheart.”
She gasps when I take off her panties. Sullivan unbuttons her shirt, and when her breasts spring free from her bra, her nipples go straight into their mouths while I test her wetness. She’s soaked. Our cocks are going to explode, but this is about her. We’ll have to wait until we get her back home to be inside her again.
“But... my... job...” she says, struggling to speak as I part her legs fully.
“Lesley says you’re the best. We’re in good hands,” Sullivan says.
“If anyone can boss us into behaving like billionaire executives, it’s you,” Gray says.
“Oh god, that’s so much work,” she says, equally stressed and dreamy at the same time as I take her clit into my mouth and Sullivan and Gray bite down on her nipples.
“No more talking, sweetheart,” I say, and she doesn’t, not for a long time afterward.
?Epilogue
Sullivan
Six months later...
If we’d known giving up the military meant Avery would be waiting for us, ready to bust our balls for keeping her awake when she was starting a new job the next day at the same company that belongs to us, we’d have left so much sooner.
Of course, she didn’t marry us right away. She said she needed time to get to know us better before making any such commitment. We didn’t mind; she was ours from the get-go anyway.
At night, she gives herself over to us, demanding her pleasure be our sole priority. During the day, she bosses us around like a pro at the office. If we thought we were entering the unknown with nothing but a business degree and no further clue, we didn’t have to worry.
Avery runs our office life with the precision of a ninja. Our entire company bows down to her. She is, after all, ours, and no one would dare look at her wrong, knowing what we’re capable of doing. But she’s also a force to be reckoned with on her own and backs down from nothing if she’s right.
She made us wait six months before she said yes. Now we’ve moved into the quintessential billionaire mansion, and our only task is keeping her happy. And pregnant.
THE END