Page 17 of Room Thirty: Perfect Little Doll

I stood and walked to the small breakroom at the end of the floor the agency didn’t share with anyone. There was no denying I was in love with three men. One of them had kissed me. And I had kissed him back like my life depended on it. Heck, I’d almost come on his lap as I rubbed myself up against the hard ridge of his dick like a horny teenager.

As right as the whole moment had felt, Carey’s hands on my body, in my hair, his lips on my neck, it felt like I’d betrayed Ronan and Fox. It had been two hours since I was in his office, yet my lips still tingled. The tips of my fingers stroked my neck, back and forth, slowly. If I shut my eyes, I could almost feel Carey’s mouth on me. Standing in front of me, his mouth on my neck.

But in my fantasy, that wouldn’t be enough.

No.

Ronan would be sitting in a corner. His scrutinizing gaze would watch, his pants unzipped as he gripped his length. Fox’ body heat would engulf my back, his hands on my shoulders. Goose bumps covered my skin, and I opened my eyes at the feeling of someone’s lips hovering right over my ear.

I was no longer fantasizing.

Someone was standing behind me.

Close but not pressing their body against mine. Their body heat radiated off them in waves. My breathing was off, and my eyes dropped to the kitchen counter, where Fox’ hands rested at either side of me.

“Fox,” I whispered. I felt like a live wire. My body was not my own. It vibrated with unadulterated need. My skin burned with an ached that I wasn’t sure could ever be relieved.

“How did you know it was me?” His voice rasped against my ear, and my eyes fluttered shut.

“Your hands.” I pried my eyes open and looked down at them again. He was so much lighter than the other two. His skin was covered in freckles. I wondered, not for the first time, if the rest of his body was littered with spots.

What it would be like to trace them one by one, playing connect the dots, drawing random patterns all over him.

“My hands?” His question vibrated against my face, and I found the courage to touch him. My hand covered his, the tips grazing his knuckles. His hands tightened around the granite counter.

“Your freckles.” I glanced over my shoulder, meeting his bright blue gaze pinned on mine. “Did you need to get a mug?” I asked. He shook his head.

“I’m sorry about Carey pulling you away from your lunch date with your friend.” His jaw clenched at the worddateand then relaxed.

“It’s okay. He kinda made up for it.” Heat hit my face, and I hated the guilt I felt. Logically, I hadn’t done anything wrong. I wasn’t theirs, and they weren’t mine.

I hadn’t done anything wrong fooling around with one of my three bosses.

No, the wrong I’d done went deeper than that. I wanted to fool around with all three.

I turned and pretended to look at the K-cups in front of me like I couldn’t decide on what kind of coffee I wanted to make.

“Turn around, Serena,” Fox ordered, and without thinking, I did as he asked. One of his hands left the counter and came between us. My eyes widened and my lungs seized as the back of his fingers stroked the side of my face. His eyes studied my face for a moment, and I just stood there. Unable to think, or breathe, much less say a word.

“Good girl,” he praised, and I blinked.

“What?”

“You’re too sweet.” His head dipped a little lower.Oh my god! Is Fox going to kiss me?His head dipped closer, and my eyes fluttered shut. My lips parted.

I didn’t care what that said about me.

One boss had just kissed me two hours ago, and there I was, making myself more than available for another. Disappointment hit when his lips pressed against my cheek.

“Soon.” I could have sworn he muttered before pulling back. I opened my eyes and avoided looking at him.Soon? Soon? What does that mean?Why did I want to pout like a child throwing a temper tantrum because she wanted to play with her toy right then and there? My head swam with a million thoughts as I busied myself, reaching for a K-cup without really paying attention.

“How’s the contract coming along?” he asked, and I turned around.

“The contract, umm—”Horribly.The word was on the tip of my tongue. How could it be going anything but terrible when my head was filled with Carey Monroe’s kisses and dirty words?

Words that had replayed in my head one too many times.

They probably wish it were their lap you were sitting on.