Boss Me (Private Listing #3)

Sure, she took it back, but at some point we’ll need to discuss this. Either the four of us or us with Madison, but it will need to happen. Seth gives me a look, and I know he’s thinking the same thing.

But the problem is, I don’t know what the answer is. Or if there even is an answer to this situation. Is there a way for us to be together and not destroy our business and her future?

Seth

I can’t sleep. I’m on the edge of the bed, so I get up. Not sure what to do now. Madison’s confession of love plays on repeat in my brain, keeping me awake. It was just a momentary lapse of judgment as she came so fucking hard around us.

Even things spilled in the heat of passion can have some truth to them. It’s possible she’s falling in love with us. The way it seems all of us are falling for her.

The question of where we go from here plagues me though. It pricks at my consciousness every time I close my eyes. What can we have after this?

She’s our employee. Yes, having sex with her could create complications, but being in love is a whole other story. We could have sex and not get emotionally invested. We’ve done it before. It’s never been an issue since we started fucking women together.

But Madison deserves more. Fuck, I knew it when we proposed this idea to her. It’s complicated and every minute with her makes it harder to untangle. Could we go public with a relationship like this?

Maybe.

I walk to the bathroom and close the door before turning on one of the dim lights. As I get a glass of water from the sink, my eyes stray to the bench where Madison fucked me earlier. Fuck, I feel something deep for her.

I’m not sure I can admit it’s love, even to myself.

The door opens and Madison stumbles in. There’s blood running down the inside of her thigh. My heart lurches as I rush over to her. Groaning, she doubles over holding her stomach.

“Fuck.” I hold her arm as I get her to the toilet. “Did we hurt you?”

“Cramps.” Her pain-filled eyes lift to mine, but she gives me a weary smile. “It’s my period. I thought I might have another day.”

She groans and clutches her stomach. Okay, menstrual cycle. So much better than the alternative, that we hurt her. That I hurt her. My heart pounds as I straighten. Taking a deep breath, I get myself under control.

“What do you need?” I run a hand over my hair.

“Panties, and there’s a box of pads and tampons under the sink.”

“What else, princess? Pain relievers, heating pad?”

Her blue eyes lift to mine again, and she smiles appreciatively. “Yes, to both.”

With my mission in mind, I go around collecting what she needs. When I return, she’s cleaned up her thigh. I hand her the cotton panties and an overnight pad.

She takes them a little self-consciously. Stepping out of the water closet, I leave the door open a crack.

“Do we need to change the sheets? Or we could all move to another bed?” My brain gets to work on the logistics and where we could all fit. My hands clench the t-shirt I’m still holding for her.

“No. The cramping woke me up.” The door muffles her voice slightly. She opens it and glances up at me. “The bed should be fine.”

I hand her the t-shirt and then help her put it on. It’s Noah’s from earlier. It hangs halfway down her thighs.

“Do you always have bad cramps?” I follow her to the sink and stand behind her as she washes her hands. If what we did injured her somehow… Fuck, I didn’t think. I just wanted to be inside her cunt, to feel her tight around me, to make her scream as she came.

Her eyes meet mine warily. “Sometimes.”

I hand her a towel. When she finishes drying her hands, I hold out two pain relievers and a glass of water. She takes them and sets the water to the side.

“I hooked up the heating pad. It’s on the bed waiting for you.”

She steps forward and wraps her arms around my waist as her head rests on my chest. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

Hugging her tight, I press my nose into her soft hair, drawing in her scent. “Whatever you need.”