Boss Me (Private Listing #3)

Even the women we’ve tried this arrangement with before never really wanted me. I was just something they had to deal with to get to the one they really wanted. In college, women used me to get to Coop or Seth or even Blake. I stopped dating because it was easier.

Even when someone seemed genuine in their desire for me, I couldn’t help wondering if I was a stepping stone. To someone better.

Taking Madison’s hand beneath the table, I squeeze it gently before just holding it. Her eyes soften. I don’t need to repeat how I feel. She knows I love her. Where her doubt stems from, I’m not sure.

But maybe tonight I’ll work it out of her.

Chapter 112

Taking It All

Madison

Knowing what Noah has in store for me makes me eager to finish dinner and get started. The guys talk about work. About how to divide the Stiner project among the teams available. Taking mental notes occasionally, I can’t help but worry this whole deal could blow up if Seth doesn’t keep Elizabeth happy.

How she’ll blow me up if he doesn’t make her happy.

It’s an axe waiting over my neck. The other one is Coop’s mother. Was the “no one” Coop said I wouldn’t be meeting right now his mother? She obviously upset him earlier, but when we talked, he didn’t mention she wanted to meet me. But if she heard about our engagement, then why wouldn’t she want to meet me? He seems determined to stop that from happening.

I’m not sure what to think. Is it because of me or because of her? My mother is logical and cold sometimes, but she can be loving other times. I’m just not a priority to her and never have been. Coop’s family sounds frigid and unloving. I don’t want to believe that though.

How could anyone who knows Coop not love him? He’s fun, and when he gets serious he gets so dark and… Fuck, I can’t even describe it in my own head. Growly, possessive.

“Princess?”

I lift my gaze to Seth, noting I’m the only one still at the table. Seth holds his plate and gestures with his head toward the kitchen. Fuck, I zoned out hard. I grab my plate and follow him.

I wait my turn to load the dishwasher, but Coop takes my plate and loads it. Blake spins me around into his arms before claiming my mouth. I rise on my toes as the kiss deepens, stirring the desire that always simmers under the surface.

It’s hard to imagine going a single day without a kiss from every one of my guys. When this ends, I’m going to miss this part.

“Good night, tiger.” His hard cock presses into my stomach.

I nibble on my lip, wanting to help with that, but knowing I’m Noah’s tonight to do with what he likes. When I cleaned up after the shower, I didn’t need to put in a new tampon. I’m done with my period and ready to play fully.

“Ready for bed, kitten?”

I glance at him from Blake’s arms and give him a hopeful look. Maybe just a little sharing tonight? I’ve had them all today except Noah, but it’s not enough. It’s never enough with them. I want them all the time. It’s an addiction, and I’m not sure I ever want to recover.

Noah closes in on my back, sliding the satin nightgown up over my hips. His body traps me against Blake before he whispers in my ear, “Do you want to be used by everyone, kitten? Fly off into subspace from being fucked so good?”

A burst of butterflies explodes inside me at the thought. I groan and rest my forehead against Blake’s chest. The fire burns hotter, needier. Fuck, I want that.

“I could tie you to the bondage horse and let them all take you as often as they want. As often as I let them. You’ll be all mine. I’ll be in charge of your safe word. I’ll be in charge of your pleasure. What do you say, kitten? Do you want to put yourself into my hands?”

“I—‍” My gaze lifts to Blake’s.

His green eyes burn with desire. He brushes my hair off my cheek, sending sparks through me. Noah rubs his cock against my ass. Aching need shudders through me, but I want Noah to have what he wants. Not do what he thinks will please me and the others.

Turning in their arms to face Noah, I press back against Blake. His fingers trail over my neck and shoulders, brushing my strap down on my arm. Shivers ripple through me. I take Noah’s jaw in my hand and tip his face so we’re eye to eye.

“This is your night,” I whisper.

His dark eyes are liquid pools of desire, making me want to sink into his darkness. His hand slides beneath my nightgown, and his fingers trace circles on my hip bone. Arousal churns hot and heavy inside me.

My lips part at how much I want him. That connection between us flows strong, and I take a breath before I admit, “I want to give you everything. Do with my body what you want. Take my safe word and make it yours. You decide when I’ve had enough. You claim my body and give it to whoever you like. Tonight, I’m yours.”

Noah smiles darkly, lighting that fire in my belly that burns for him alone. “Let’s play, kitten.”