Boss Me (Private Listing #3)

I chuckle and press her shoulder so she lies back on the bed with me hovering over her. “Only if you submit to me afterward and take your punishment like a good girl.”

“That seems reasonable.” She smiles and wraps her arms around my neck, drawing me down until our lips meet.

We move farther up on the bed. Taking my time, I explore her mouth, knowing we’re building a hunger that neither of us will quench. But I enjoy tasting her and exploring her without the rush to fulfill the ache.

I roll to lie beside her. She curls up on her side facing me.

“Thank you,” she says.

I turn my face to meet her blue eyes. “For what?”

“For understanding. For knowing this time I didn’t need to be dominated. That I need my space sometimes.” She draws her fingers through my hair, sending little sparks through my veins.

“I’m here for you, love.” Always.

Chapter 106

Immaterial Misstatement

Madison

Sunday night is low-key. We have a light dinner and watch a movie. When we all head to bed, Seth draws me into the closet.

“Sit.” He gestures to the bench.

I sit while he opens drawers. It’s still pretty unbelievable that this is my closet. That all these things are mine. They don’t feel like they’re mine. It feels like they’ll all get taken away from me when I least expect it. Kind of like these guys.

This whole thing isn’t permanent and I need to remember that. This is a stepping stone to my future. What we do here in this apartment is the experimenting I didn’t have time for in college. And when I go, I’ll leave all this behind me. No magical closet. No wonderful men. Just me and what I learned from them.

Taking a breath, I return my focus to Seth. He rummages through a few drawers.

“I figure you’d want something comfortable for tonight.” He returns with a set of pink shorts and a sleep shirt that says But First, Coffee.

Smiling, I lift my gaze to his, trying to imagine Seth picking these out for me. After all, I didn’t buy them. Imagining the man I thought he was buying these makes me smile. He sets them beside me.

“Stand.”

My insides rejoice, knowing he’s going to command me, control me, and I want it so bad. I love my independence, but giving in to Seth gives me something I didn’t know I needed. Willingly, I stand.

“Arms up.” He stops in front of me.

I lift my arms and he draws my shirt off over my head. When I start to drop my arms, he gives me a warning look. Straightening them, I give him a small smile.

“How are your cramps?” His fingers draw lines across my abdomen above the jeans I put on earlier. Tremors quake through me at his light touch.

“The pain meds and heat worked.” My breath catches as his fingers tickle up my sides before his warm hands settle on my ribs. His thumbs brush just below my bra.

“Arms down.”

I bring my arms down. He traces the band of my bra to the hook and releases it. He draws it off me, and my nipples tighten in anticipation of his touch. The guys haven’t really played with me today.

“Are your breasts more sensitive?” He drops my bra into the hamper and reaches for the button and zipper of my jeans.

“A little tender, but usually only the first day.” My breath catches as his hands skim over my hips beneath the denim, sliding it down my thighs. His lips graze my stomach as he lowers to the ground to push my jeans all the way off.

Fuck. If I weren’t on my period, I’d be all over him. I’m not particularly shy, but I don’t know how the guys feel about period sex. I’ve never actually had sex while on my period, and no one’s really offered. It feels like we’re all feeling each other out to see what we should do. Which means no one is doing anything.

After last night, maybe that’s for the best. Between the multiple rounds of sex, and taking both Noah and Coop together and Seth and Blake together, I should be worn out. Not craving the slightest touch from Seth now.