“Addison,” he groaned. “Can you feel that? His cum filling you, easing my way as I fuck you?”
His dirty words obviously had an impact on her because her breathing became rapid, her moans endless.
“Mr. Parker! Please! Fuck me harder.”
He gave her exactly what she asked for, ramming her again and again while I remained right there on the bed, watching the intense way he kept his eyes locked on hers. I knew he was feeling the same way I did, knowing without a doubt that this thing between us was no longer casual, no longer merely a piece of paper giving us permission to enjoy one another.
This was more.
Mr. Parker growled her name as he came at the same time Addison cried out his.
No, this was everything.
Thirty-Five
ADDISON
I HAD SPENT THE LAST three nights sleeping in Mr. Parker’s bed, wrapped securely in their arms, feeling decidedly whole for the first time in my life. After the role-playing session in my apartment, I felt different. Like a whole new woman. Whatever had transpired that night had made a significant impact on everything. My outlook, my thought process. Most of all, my feelings for the two Doms who had claimed me in the most delicious way.
And the things they’d done to me over the weekend had only intensified my feelings. The way we had pleasured one another, enjoying our time together, hardly able to resist one another. I’d never felt this way about anyone.
Oddly enough, things weren’t awkward like I’d expected them to be. They were actually not awkward for the first time since I’d met them. Mr. Parker wasn’t retreating, Mr. Snowden wasn’t worrying, and I…well, I was trying not to wait for the other shoe to drop. It was a horrible response I generally had to any new situation and I was fighting it tooth and nail, desperate not to allow any negativity to interrupt the good thing we had going on.
Now that it was Monday and we were back in the office, I was ramping into my new role without any more training from Luci. I think that was a relief for her because she didn’t have me at her side at all hours of the day. That and the interviews had ceased. Well, except for one, which was taking place right now.
Mistress Jane was in Mr. Parker’s office, where they’d been for at least two hours. I had no idea what they were discussing, but every now and then I heard Mistress Jane laugh. She sounded happy. I hoped that meant she was intending to join the team.
This morning, during my first official Monday meeting, Mr. Snowden had announced that he was making a formal offer to Master Edge and Mr. Parker informed us he was doing the same with Master Zeke. (Yes, I was still calling them by their Dom names.) Mistress Jane’s decision was still forthcoming, but Jordan was already in his new position and Dale had joined us this morning, a full week earlier than he’d originally anticipated.
Since I didn’t truly understand the overall organization structure, or what these new people added, I had presented the question during the meeting. Mr. Parker had kindly informed me that they were adding an additional layer, one that would offer another buffer between the big bosses and the managers. It was an attempt to lessen everyone’s time in the office. The new regional directors—Master Edge, Master Zeke, Mistress Jane, and Jordan—would take some of the strain off and, in turn, allow them to seek additional clients, to build their ever-growing portfolio.
I didn’t know if it was the stars aligning perfectly or what, but everything seemed to be falling right into place. Not just for me but overall. For the firm, for my bosses, and yes, for all of us individually. Part of me was scared that something was going to happen to rock the boat, so I was attempting to be as positive as I could without overdoing it.
The phone on my desk buzzed and I glanced down to see that the call was coming from Mr. Snowden’s office.
“Hi,” I greeted cheerfully.
“Can you come into my office, precious?”
That giddy feeling was back. “Of course, Mr. Snowden.”
Without running, I hurried to his office, then rapped my knuckles on the door briefly before entering.
“You wanted to see me?” I asked, unable to hide my huge grin.
“I did.” He leaned back in his chair. “In fact, I’d like to see more of you. Strip, precious.”
My insides coiled tightly as I slowly removed my clothes, placing them neatly on the chair. When I was naked, I moved toward him, stopping at the side of his desk. Mr. Snowden reached into his desk drawer and pulled something out, then grabbed his laptop and stood.
“Let’s move over to the sofa.”
Excitement fizzed in my veins as I wondered what he had planned for me. We’d been pretty much playing nonstop since Friday night, yet I always found myself eager for more. Their attention was addictive and the desire to please them in any way that I could had become my main focus.
