Home with my bosses 2

“I don’t understand,” I whispered, heart thudding wildly. “What do you mean I’m yours?”

“Exactly what we said,” Asher replied smoothly, his eyes locked on mine like he could see straight through me. “We’ve always wanted you. And now… you’re here.”

A slow heat curled inside me at his words. The thought that my billionaire bosses—cold, untouchable, larger-than-life—had secretly wanted me? That they had watched, waited, craved? It sent a pulse of electricity through every nerve.

“But you guys were so rude to me,” I blurted out, suddenly remembering the endless glares, the clipped commands, the cold walls they’d built around themselves. “You were harsh. All the time.”

“We had to be,” Alex said, stepping closer, his voice velvet-dark. “We have a strict policy: no mixing pleasure with business. If we’d touched you then, we wouldn’t have stopped. And we couldn’t fire you either—because, believe it or not, you’re the best assistant we’ve ever had.”

His words sank in slowly. My lips parted, caught somewhere between flattered and overwhelmed.

“So… this thing between us?” I asked, breath catching. “How would it even work? I’ve never been with more than one man at a time.”

Their twin smirks could’ve melted glaciers.

“Then let us show you,” Asher said, his voice a delicious promise.

“H—” I started to speak, but Alex gently pressed two fingers to my lips.

“Shh,” he whispered, gaze intense. “No more talking. Just feel.”

Then his mouth captured mine.

Hot, commanding, and oh-so-consuming.

The kiss ignited something inside me—something wild and long-caged. His lips moved with purpose, teasing, tasting, claiming. And just when I thought I couldn’t breathe, I was pulled away—straight onto Asher’s lap.

He didn’t hesitate.

His hand cradled the back of my head, tilting me toward him as his mouth found mine, slower but deeper, filled with restrained hunger. His fingers spread across my lower back, stroking my spine, grounding me, burning me.

My mind spun. I was floating between them—kissed, touched, adored.

“Relax,” Asher murmured, gently laying me down on the plush fur rug in front of the fireplace. The flames flickered beside us, casting golden light over everything.

“Do you trust us?” Alex asked, kneeling beside me. His fingers brushed a stray strand of hair from my cheek.

I swallowed hard… and nodded.

That was all they needed.

In seconds, their hands were on me—undoing buttons, slipping fabric from my shoulders, unzipping, tugging. Every movement was reverent, like they were unwrapping something precious.

Soon, I was lying bare beneath them, the cool air brushing my flushed skin. Instinctively, I moved my hands to cover myself, shame flickering like a shadow.

“Don’t hide your body,” Asher said, voice husky with emotion. “You’re perfect.”

“Let us worship you,” Alex added, kissing the inside of my wrist. “All of you.”

Their hands returned, smoothing down my thighs, my stomach, my breasts. Every inch of me was kissed, caressed, adored like they’d waited a lifetime for this.

Asher kissed a trail down my collarbone while Alex captured my lips again, one hand cradling my cheek, the other exploring my waist like he was memorizing me.

I gasped when Asher’s mouth reached the inside of my thigh, his stubble grazing my skin. My hips arched involuntarily, and Alex groaned softly at the sight.

“You’re so responsive,” he murmured against my ear. “So beautiful like this.”

My head tilted back, a moan escaping before I could stop it. Their touches, mouths, and bodies pressed against mine were too much. And not enough.

They took their time, whispering things in my ears, lips brushing my skin like silk, as if they had nowhere else to be but here, loving me.

And as the fire crackled beside us, I realized something:

This wasn’t just lust.

This was possession.

And I was utterly, deliciously theirs.

I couldn’t think. I couldn’t breathe.

Not with Alex’s mouth on my neck, licking and sucking until I whimpered.

Not with Asher’s hands sliding up my thighs, parting them with confidence and care, like he owned me—like he always had.

They moved in perfect sync, like two halves of the same dark desire, and I was the flame they circled.

“Let go, Ivy,” Asher whispered against my skin, his voice a sinful caress. “You don’t have to hold back. Not with us.”

I moaned as his lips found my inner thigh again, trailing kisses closer, closer, until—

“Oh my God,” I gasped, back arching as his tongue finally met the ache he’d stirred in me all evening. My fingers gripped the rug, desperate for something to hold onto as his mouth worked its magic—slow, skillful, relentless.

Alex watched me come undone with fire in his eyes. He kissed my collarbone, my jaw, his hand cupping my breast, thumb teasing the peak until I cried out beneath them.

“You’re so damn beautiful like this,” he growled, his mouth capturing mine again, swallowing my moans as Asher sent shockwaves of pleasure up my spine.

I couldn’t decide where to focus—on the heat building low and fast between my legs or the feel of Alex’s strong hand slipping down my side, grounding me in the moment.

Asher’s tongue moved in circles, relentless and hypnotic, and when he sucked just right—

“Oh—please—”

My voice broke as I shattered for them, wave after wave pulsing through me. My vision blurred, my body trembled, and still they didn’t stop. They devoured me.

Asher looked up, lips glistening, proud and wicked. “You taste like heaven.”

Alex kissed the tip of my nose, his voice low. “Now it’s our turn.”

I barely had time to recover before they stood, undressing before my eyes—slowly, deliberately, giving me a show I’d never forget.

Alex was all sharp lines and carved muscle, his abs rippling as he stepped out of his jeans. His length stood hard and ready, proud between his thighs.

Asher was no less stunning, slightly broader, with a wicked smirk and eyes full of promises. My breath hitched as I took them both in.

“You still okay, baby?” Asher asked, kneeling beside me, fingers brushing my cheek with surprising tenderness.

“Yes,” I breathed. “More than okay.”

He leaned down, kissing me deeply, while Alex positioned himself behind me, trailing soft kisses down my back.

And then… they took me.

Together.

Alex entered me first, slow, thick, stretching me deliciously. I gasped, my fingers clawing at the rug, overwhelmed in the best way possible. He moved with long, controlled strokes, his hands gripping my hips as he filled me over and over again.

Then Asher leaned over me, his mouth brushing my ear. “Ready to feel even fuller?”

Before I could answer, I felt the pressure of him pressing against me from behind—different angle, different sensation—and my whole body clenched at the thought.

They moved with patience and understanding—giving me time and care. And when I took them both, when they were fully inside me, buried deep and groaning at how tight I was—I shattered all over again.

Every movement was fire and silk, every thrust drawing out sounds I didn’t know I could make.

“Mine,” Alex growled, pounding into me.

“Ours,” Asher corrected, biting my shoulder gently.

Their hands roamed my body like it was their favorite thing to touch. Their mouths kissed every exposed inch of skin. Their rhythm, their chemistry—it was sinful. Perfect. Addictive.

I screamed their names as I came again, shaking, my body quaking between them. And even then, they didn’t stop.

They wanted to ruin me.

And I let them.

Because I wanted it too.

By the time they reached their peak—groaning my name into the curve of my neck, releasing deep inside me—I was wrecked, breathless, and clinging to them like I’d drown without their touch.

We collapsed together on the rug, tangled limbs and slick skin, the fire beside us still crackling.

For a while, there was only silence. Breathing. Soft kisses. Fingers tracing lazy circles on flushed skin.

Then Asher spoke, voice raw. “You’re never going back to that office, Ivy.”

Alex chuckled, pulling me closer. “No. From now on, you work under us.”

I laughed weakly, curling into their warmth.

“Gladly.”