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100 pages, Paperback
First published February 3, 2022
He looks at me and smirks. “Sorry about this but try and keep your eyes on her tits. They are phenomenal.”
I stop and face him. I smile and he thinks his line landed. No way, buddy.
“Oh, Chad. If I wanted to have a mediocre Valentine’s weekend by having to ride a tiny dick then hiding in the bathroom after to take care of myself, I’d absolutely take you up on that offer.”
“I’ll think about it, No-No. I’ve got to get ready for work.”
She nods, “Of course. How else would you drool over your bosses today?”
“I do not drool. I’m a fucking lady.”
Snorting, she stands up and heads back to her room.
How does one end up with three bosses who look like they should be on the covers of romance novels? No idea.
Bodies? Rideable.
Faces? Sittable.
Dicks? I haven’t seen them, but I'm betting they are fuckable. Or lickable.
What more could you ask for?
“Val, please. You haven’t made an effort to get laid in months, you’ve been focused on the new job. It’s time to dust the cobwebs off the clit and get lit.”
“There are several issues with joining a dating app. Starting with unsolicited dick pics. I’ll never understand why men assume we want images of their penis. I want to ride it, maybe lick it, but not because it’s nice to look at.”
We both cringe and shiver at the truth in my words.
We’re all in our early thirties and own our own firm. We make a fucking difference in this industry and eventually, the world will see it too.
Romeo groans while tilting his head toward the ceiling. “Like you fuckers have any room to talk. Why were you both watching her desk to begin with?”
“Because Hart is a stalker.” The chuckling stops and I remember that I hate them both as much as I love them.
“At least we still have each other, Romeo. I’m no Juliet, but I bet I’d look pleasant in a gown. Do you want to be my Valentine?” He spins around and curtsies as they make their way to the door.
I roll my eyes as they shuffle out of my office being loud and absurd. “Get some damn work done, will you?”
Their laughs travel down the hallway with them. Assholes.

“Look at this pretty little pussy. I can see you’re wet for me.”
I dive in. That’s the only way to explain the animalistic way I begin to eat her out. Thrusting my tongue inside her, I make sure her entrance is slick enough before inserting a finger.
Val doesn’t let me down, making sure I know just how much she’s enjoying herself. She cries out and I hope like hell the other two can hear her.
“Yes, Romeo. Oh my god, more.”
Let them hear how she’s losing it for me, how she wants this.
“You sound so sweet when you’re begging me. You want to come, love? Come on my face for me. Like the greedy girl you are, ride my face.”
Note to self, Val loves dirty talk. A gush of wetness hits my fingers and I curl them inside her as my mouth continues to wreak havoc on her clit.
“Holy fuck. Yes, yes, yes.” Val gets louder and louder as she comes for me, holding my face to her like she wants me to be permanently attached. I wouldn’t object.
My fingers and my face are covered in her taste, but I don’t stop until she’s shaking with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
“Orgasm, check. Next up, coffee.”
“Or I could show you how good I look on my knees in that fancy shower of yours.” Her eyebrows wiggle up and down.

Snorting, she stands up and heads back to her room. Not before turning around and pretending to shoot me with a bow and arrow. There's a sparkle in her eye that tells me she isn't done with Cupid.
Only then do I see the symbol she's wearing.
"Huddle."
They both look back at me, unamused.
"Fucking huddle up. We need a game plan."
"What do you think?" He sighs. "I think I'm going to end up sharing my future wife with you two assholes."
Hell yes.