Page 18 of Room Thirty: Perfect Little Doll

I can guaran-fucking-tee they’re just as hard as I am. Probably harder.

Wishing it were their lap you were dry humping.

I stared at Fox, searching for an inkling that would make Carey’s words true. But anything I saw, I shot down. It was wishful thinking on my part. Wasn’t it? But Carey himself had told me the three of them were different than other men.

“Serena?” Fox’ head tilted as his blue eyes searched my face.

“The contract,” I repeated a little to breathily. “It’s, you know, going.” I swallowed the lie. “I’m just reading it.” I would more than likely have to stay late or take it home to finish because my head was a mess.

“Good,” he mumbled under his breath. I started the coffee machine, and just when I did, his hand took the one I held at my side.

“Fox?” When his hand took hold of mine, this incredible feeling of safety washed over me. His nose flared and his Adam’s apple bobbed like he’d swallowed heavily.

“Come here, baby girl.” The rasped tone of his already deep voice made a burning ache inside of me come to life. One I had felt with Carey in his office.

I went with him like a little plaything that didn’t have to think. Easily following the man in front of me. Which was completely not like me. I’d never appreciated any man who thought he could push and boss me around. Not that I was that experienced, but bossiness had never been a turn-on for me.

Until them.

My bosses were different.

With them, I didn’t mind. If anything, I thrived on it. With Fox, Ronan, and Carey, I not only liked when they took control, but I loved it.I love them. When they took care of me in their own ways and told me what to do.

In a way, it was a relief from always having to decide for myself. For always having to be on my toes and expect the unexpected. Only counting on myself for support. Don’t get me wrong, my grandmother tried. She did everything she could, but it was always limited.

Money was always tight and opportunities scarce.

It’s why she had raised me to be as independent as I was. She’d hated that I left school so close to graduation to take care of her, in turn letting go of all the scholarships I had earned to get me through school.

But it was something I would never have changed.

I’d been taking care of myself for so long that when they did little things, like making sure I ate or that I had a ride home when the weather was bad or made sure I was always with them when they went out of town, it meant so much. I knew they respected my opinion. They knew what I had to offer, and when they stepped in, they had nothing but good intentions.

I followed Fox, loving the way his hand felt in mine.

His was so much bigger than Carey’s. Rougher with callouses on the inside of his palm. He took a seat in one of the chairs by a table and pulled me down right on his lap.

“Fox?” I gasped.

What is it with these men today? It’s like they have taken extra touchy-feely pills or something!

Fox

I could tellby her still swollen lips he’d done it. Carey had set our plan in motion, and I had to keep the momentum going.

“Fox, what’s going on?” Her voice, Jesus, the sound of her voice always went straight to my dick.

“What’s going on?” My lips tipped upwards. “That’s all you want to know?” I drawled out slowly. My hands stroked the line of her spine. Images of what would soon happen filled my head.Who the hell am I kidding?Those images lived permanently in my mind, rent free. Her nude body, my hands training every angle and dip.

“Fox?” Her dark eyes searched mine, eyes I dreamt of on a nightly basis, eyes I wished and prayed to wake up next to.

“I have you on my lap, Serena. You’re not pushing me away or asking me why,” I pointed out the obvious and watched as goose bumps covered the smooth skin of her bare arms.

Today, she was in another one of her sexy little outfits I was positive she wore to test our control. A teal flowy skirt with a button-up black top that was sleeveless. I knew without having to check she had a blazer resting on the back of her desk chair.

“Fox,” she whispered, and my dick jerked against her bottom. I knew by the way her eyes widened there would be no denying the effect she had on me.

“You’re not wondering why my hands can’t seem to stop touching you?” I taunted, making sure my touch turned firmer by the second. Her chest rose and fell, making her perfect tits rise and fall with a slight jiggle.