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Every single time I shifted in my office chair, the slick, wet fabric of my underwear rubbed against my swollen clit. 

The friction sent a wicked, electric shock straight to my brain. My body was totally wired, pulsing with a hunger that I could not control.

I tried to focus on my computer screen, but a shadow fell over my desk.

I raised my head quickly, my heart leaping into my throat. It wasn’t the brothers. Instead, three nosy staff members from the accounting department were standing around my cubicle, their arms crossed tightly over their chests. 

"Can I help you with something?" I asked, forcing my voice to sound firm. I was hungry for intimacy. The kind that makes me think of things that shouldn't be in my head. 

"We were just wondering how a simple secretary gets that kind of royal treatment," the lead girl, Cynthia, sneered, leaning over my partition until she was entirely invading my space. 

"Lewis was a top manager here for years. Then he touches you, and the three billionaire bosses personally break the door down and beat him into a bloody pulp? Come on, Seraphina. No one is that blind."

"They were protecting an employee from an attack," I hissed, my face turning adefensive crimson. 

The heat from my cheeks felt like it was spreading lower, making my nipples harden instantly against the thin fabric of my bra. Not right now! 

"It was a criminal matter." I added. 

"People are talking, sweetie," the second guy chimed in, a nasty laugh leaving his mouth. 

"The way Adrian wrapped his jacket around you? The way they knelt in front of you like you were some kind of queen? There is a highly dirty rumor going around that you are satisfying all three of them in the executive suite. Is that how you got the job? Are you taking all three of them at once?"

The vulgar words sent a sharp, unexpected throb of raw arousal straight to my clit. The thought of all three Knox brothers taking me at once, Adrian pinning my arms, Julian lifting my hips, Sebastian driving his thick, heavy length into my aching, starved pussy made my breath hitch. I wonder how long their cock was and where it would stop inside of me. 

I felt a fresh, heavy gush of slick wetness escape my core, soaking through my clothes.

I slammed my hands on the desk, my anger masking the shameful pleasure. 

"There is absolutely nothing going on between us! It is strictly a boss-and-staff relationship! They are my employers, and I am their secretary. If you have nothing better to do than spread disgusting lies, get away from my desk!"

Cynthia let out a dry, mocking whistle.

 "Fine. But we are watching you very closely, Seraphina. If you are sleeping your way to the top, it will slide out eventually."

They turned and walked away, muttering to each other.

Before I could even draw a clean breath, a hand grabbed my elbow. I flinched, turning around to find Tracy pulling me. 

"Phina, you need to tell me the truth right now," Tracy whispered frantically, her grip tightening on my arm. 

"Yesterday you told me you were single. You said you and Victor broke up a long time ago. But today, Lewis’s wife stormed in here screaming that you are a married whore. She said you have a husband at home right now! Why would she say that if you are divorced?"

I sighed. 

“Tracy,” I gripped her hands, looking directly into her eyes gently. 

"Please, Tracy," I began, my chin resting on her shoulder. 

"Don't expect me to let the whole office know my messy, dangerous business. Everyone is already judging me. You are the only person in this entire building that I trust with the truth."

"I won't say a word, I promise," Tracy whispered, pulling back. 

"Your secret is completely safe with me."

I nodded, sliding back to my desk as the hours began to tick away like a ticking time bomb. 

Every minute that passed brought me closer to 5:00 PM. The physical tension inside my body was building to an explosive level. My clit was pulsing in a rhythmic, torturous beat against my wet panties. 

*Tick. Tick. Tick.*

The large wall clock finally hit 5:00 PM. The closing bell rang through the office, and the staff began to pack their bags, rushing toward the main elevators.

I walked down the executive hallway toward the private garage elevator, where the Knox brothers had commanded me to meet them.

I stepped inside, and my breath was instantly stolen from my lungs.

All three Knox brothers were already standing inside the enclosed, tight space. 

The private elevator was small, much smaller than the public ones, forcing the four of us into an incredibly high-risk proximity. Perhaps it was all just in my head. 

I stepped in and I completely lose my senses. All I could think about was them. Their scent which was strong in the room was not even helping matters. 

Adrian stood at the back, his massive chest stretching the fabric of his dark suit. 

Julian was leaning against the mirrored wall, his long legs crossed, his dark eyes locked onto mine the second I stepped in. 

Sebastian stood near the control panel, his serious face unreadable, his hands tucked casually into his trouser pockets.

The doors slid shut behind me, locking us in complete isolation.

I felt a sudden, fierce wave of panic and desire crash through my veins. 

The space was so tight that my arm was practically brushing against Adrian’s broad shoulder. I could feel the intense radiation of their body heat warming the bare skin of my neck. 

My pussy gave a violent, heavy throb, a fresh gush of hot, slick arousal soaking my underwear until it felt completely heavy and drenched.

I threw my head back, forcing a hard, serious expression onto my face to hide how badly I was panting.

"Before this elevator moves, I want to make one thing entirely clear, gentlemen," I warned, my voice tight and sharp. 

 "I am here under corporate mandate. I expect a completely professional evening. No games, no teasing, and no inappropriate behavior. We are going to a business meeting, and that is all."

I waited for the response. I braced myself for Julian’s wicked laughter or Adrian’s commanding grip.

Instead, there was absolute, dead silence.

None of them uttered a single word. Sebastian simply pressed the button for the private basement garage. He didn't look at me. Adrian kept his eyes fixed straight ahead, his jawline locked like a stone wall. 

Julian didn't slide his eyes down my body; he just stared at the metallic door, completely ignoring my presence.

The rejection felt like an actual physical burn. They were ignoring me completely. 

I didn't like that. 

I didn't like that at all. 

I could see our reflections in the mirrored walls. We were so close that the slight rise and fall of my breasts was almost touching Adrian’s chest. 

I wanted them to notice. To speak. 

To say something other than silence. To touch me, and tease me. 

The more they kept quiet the harder it was for me to keep to myself. 

Did I do something wrong?

Perhaps I said something that annoyed them? Damn, I didn't like this rejection. I didn't like it at all.