Chapter 10
Oh God. Oh my fucking God.
I’m half-naked in front of my other boss, the one who already thinks I’m a walking disaster. The one who intimidates me and turns me on in equal measure.
My instinct is to grab my clothes and run for the nearest exit. But Liam’s hands cup my face before I can move, forcing me to meet his eyes as he continues touching and kissing me with renewed intensity.
His mouth claims mine deeply, making me feel safe despite my panic, his touches grounding me in the moment.
“No, Jasmine,” he whispered, voice steady. “Stay with me.”
His thumbs stroked across my cheeks as he kissed me again, deep and claiming. I whimpered against his lips, my panic softening under the weight of his affection.
While Liam kissed me senseless, Finn moved away to greet his cousin. I could hear their voices low and steady in the background, but Liam’s kisses, his hands, kept me too dizzy to make out the words.
When Finn returned, there was something in his hands: a silk tie. Deep navy, expensive, and unmistakably Asher’s.
With a mischievous smile that should be illegal, he wraps it around my thigh and secures it with a perfect bow, like I’m a gift waiting to be unwrapped.
Which, apparently, I am.
So I stood there, nearly naked, branded by Asher’s tie, trembling from head to toe.
Asher approaches us with an intensity that makes my breath catch. His steel-gray eyes burn with barely contained hunger as they rake over my nearly naked form.
Finn turns to him with obvious delight, smiling lazy and pleased.
“I know it’s bad manners to present a birthday gift early,” he says, “but we couldn’t hold ourselves back from pleasing you. We’ve already prepared her—the one and only thing you’ve ever wanted.”
My face flames red-hot. They’re talking about me like I’m an actual present. Like they’ve wrapped me up in Asher’s tie and presented me for his enjoyment.
The mortifying part? It’s turning me on more than I ever thought possible.
The idea of being desired by all three of them, of being Asher’s “gift,” makes me feel wanted in a way I’ve never experienced.
I burned under those words, exposed. And yet… I couldn’t deny how it thrilled me. Was I really what Asher wanted?
“Is that true?” I dared to meet his gaze, my voice barely a whisper. “Do you really want me?”
His steel-gray eyes darken with raw hunger that takes my breath away. He can’t deny it—the truth is written all over his face in bold letters.
“More than anything in my life,” he growled and then he was on me.
His mouth crashed into mine, claiming, and devouring. The kiss is completely different from the others—demanding, possessive, filled with months of suppressed desire.
It’s everything I’ve fantasized about during those late nights when I couldn’t sleep, everything I’ve imagined when his voice got rough during meetings.
Not, it was better than any of my fantasies. So much better.
His hands were rough and desperate at first, cupping my face, then sliding down to grip my ass, hauling me into his chest like he was afraid I’d disappear.
I melted into him with a moan, completely undone. My knees go weak, and if Liam and Finn weren’t supporting me, I’d probably collapse right here on the floor.
When Asher finally pulls back, his breathing is ragged. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”
The intensity in his eyes makes my breath catch. Before I can overthink it, my hands fist in his shirt, pulling him closer.
“I’ve wanted this too,” I admit, the words tumbling out before I can stop them. “All of you. I just never thought… someone like me could have men like you.”
Asher’s expression darkens. “Someone like you?”
“I’m just your assistant. I’m nobody special—”
“Stop.” His voice cuts through my self-doubt like a blade. “You’re the woman who turned my worst day into my best strategic move even when I’m being an ass.”
Liam’s hand cups my face gently. “You’re the one who lights up every room after you walk into it.”
“The woman who’s been driving us absolutely insane,” Finn adds, his lips brushing my shoulder.
Their conviction overwhelms me, washing away years of feeling invisible, unremarkable.
“If you’re unsure,” Finn began, his usual playfulness tempered with genuine concern. “We can stop it right now.”
I look between the three of them—these powerful, incredible men who somehow want me as much as I want them—and feel a certainty I’ve never experienced before.
“I don’t want to stop,” I breathe.
Something shifts in Asher’s expression, protective and possessive and tender all at once. Without another word, he lifts me effortlessly, and I instinctively wrap my arms around his neck as he carries me to the bedroom.
“Then let us show you how it feels to be worshipped,” he murmurs against my ear.
Asher swept me into Liam’s bed with terrifying grace, laying me back on cool sheets. I watched him through heavy-lidded eyes, my body aching, soaked, desperate.
Finn and Liam followed.
Finn’s shirt was already halfway unbuttoned, eyes dark and gleaming as he stood near the foot of the bed, watching me with wicked anticipation while Liam stepped beside the headboard and began to peel off his sleeves.
Asher’s hands slid along my hips, thumbs hooking the edge of my panties. He glanced up, locking eyes with me.
“You’re still sure?” he asked, voice low and quiet—so unlike the man who barked orders in meetings.
“Yes,” I whispered. “Please.”
He slid them down slowly, while my thighs trembled, and knelt between them and leaned in, kissing along the sensitive skin of my inner thighs.
Each press of his mouth lit another nerve on fire. I squirmed, breath shaky.
“So fucking perfect,” he murmured, his lips ghosting just above my center. Before I could respond, he slid down my panties and dipped his head to taste me.
The cry that left my mouth was raw. Asher moaned into me like he’d been starving for it.
His tongue stroked with deep, practiced care, circling my clit in slow, devastating laps. Then his fingers followed, slipping inside me with careful precision, curling gently, opening me up for him.
“Already so wet,” he murmured, kissing the slick mess between my legs. “You were made for this, .”
My hips lifted, chasing his mouth, but it was Liam who pressed his hand against my lower belly, grounding me. His other hand came to my breast, thumb brushing over my hard nipple.
“Such a good girl for us,” Liam whispered into my ear as he kissed the shell. “Let us be good for you, sweetling.”
Meanwhile Asher replaced his fingers with the thick, hot length of his cock, and he paused, waiting for my breath, my nod, my consent.
I gave it with a whisper and then he slid inside.
The stretch burned in the most exquisite way. My breath hitched, eyes fluttering closed as Asher slowly, so carefully, sank in deeper. His mouth met my shoulder, kissing it between ragged breaths.
“You’re doing so good, Jasmine,” he whispered. “So fucking good.”
As Asher moved inside me, shallow and slow, Liam’s lips captured my mouth—firm, sure, his hand sliding down between my thighs. His fingers found my clit, working it in rhythm with Asher’s thrusts, dragging cries from my throat with every pass.
Then I felt it before I saw it—Finn’s presence shifting at the edge of the bed, one knee on the mattress, eyes locked on mine. His cock already thick in his hand, glistening at the tip with arousal. My lips parted on instinct.
“You look like you want to be good for me,” he murmured, stroking himself with slow, lazy precision. “Want something between those pretty lips while your tight little pussy’s being stretched?”
I just whimpered and his smile deepened, sinful and devastating. “Of course you do.”
Finn slid his cock across my cheek, then traced the wet tip across my parted lips, smearing precum along them like gloss. My breath hitched, my tongue darting out to taste him, and his groan rumbled through the air like thunder.
“That’s it,” he whispered. “Open wider for me, bunny. Show me how much you want it.”
I obeyed, mouth stretching open, tongue curled out in offering, eyes glassy with need.
God, I wanted it. I wanted him.
Finn watched me for one more beat, then finally fed it to me—slowly, inch by glorious inch.
I moaned as he slid over my tongue, filling my mouth until my throat tightened around him.
“Fuck,” he breathed, hips rolling forward just enough to make me gag. “You look so fucking good like this. Greedy little thing, aren’t you?”
I couldn’t answer, not with my mouth full of him, not with Liam’s fingers stroking my clit and Asher moving inside me with deep, measured thrusts that left me shaking.
My moans were helpless and wet, vibrating around Finn’s cock, making him grunt and tighten his grip in my hair.
“Taking us so well,” he growled, fucking just a little deeper, but slow. Teasing. “Look at you, bunny. Can’t get enough, can you?”
I was gone. My body was caught in a storm of sensation. Every nerve screamed for more.
I sucked him deeper, hollowing my cheeks, loving the weight of him on my tongue while Asher’s cock dragged against every fluttering, soaked inch inside me.
My walls clenched harder, and his groan grew ragged.
Liam’s voice broke through the haze, low and filthy at my ear. “Mouth full. Pussy full. And dripping for it.”
That was all it took—one dirty talk and my orgasm slammed into me like fire.
I moaned, or more like screamed, around Finn’s cock, my body writhing between them, every muscle locking down as I came so hard I forgot where I was.
Asher lost his rhythm, groaning low as he spilled inside me, hips jerking erratically, burying himself to the hilt. He whispered something soft, something I couldn’t quite make out over the pounding of my heart.
But the way he touched me, the way he lingered inside me, said everything.
I wasn’t just something he wanted. I was something he cherished. But as Asher pulled out, pressing one final kiss to my mouth, I felt Liam shift beside us.
His hand sliding along my hip, drawing lazy circles until my breath caught again.
“Deep breath, sweetling,” he murmured against my ear. “My turn now.”
