My 5 Bosses

Hell yes I would! the words in my head are shouting, and inside my body is jumping, but on the outside I try to seem less desperate. Instead I smile pleasantly and say, “Yes, I would like that.”

He nods and smiles back.

I want to lick his teeth. They are just so white and straight. Those things are a dentist’s wet dream. But his teeth aren’t the only thing of his I want to lick …

“Seven?” he asks.

“I’ll be ready. Hopefully no one is hogging the showers when we get home.”

“I’ll make sure the one closest to your room stays empty just for you.”

“Thanks.”

I go back to my desk with an extra hop in my step. Seeing everyone at their desks, I feel a little guilty agreeing to go have a drink with Beck. I know the others like me, and I like them too. But Beck asked me out first and there was no way I was going to pass up the opportunity. Is it wrong to want them all? It seems a bit selfish, but I can’t help how I feel.

I take my clothes off in my room and wrap a towel around my waist. Once I have my shampoo and everything else I need for my shower, I head down the hallway to the shower room closest to me. I can’t stop thinking about my date with Beck tonight. I have no idea what to wear or what kind of date this actually is. Or if it’s even a date at all. What if he just wants to talk about my job performance without the prying eyes of the others?

My hands are sweating and I’m getting nervous. I have no idea what to expect, which is hard for me because I’m a natural planner.

I’m thinking about Beck and this date, and not really paying much attention to what I’m doing, so when I walk into the shower room and there’s steam pouring out the door, I don’

t think much of it. Not until I see Winston facing the wall under the showerhead through the clear curtain. He turns around and our eyes lock. I feel the shocked look on my face, but he doesn’t look surprised at all to see me. Didn’t Beck tell everyone to keep this shower open? Did Winston do this on purpose?

He doesn’t even try to hide himself. He continues to wash himself while my eyes scan the length of his body. His skin is pale, slightly freckled as it tends to be with most redheads. His chest his heavily muscled and so are his arms. He looks like a cast member straight out of Outlander. I can picture him as a Scottish warrior in his clan tartan. And then my eyes land on the biggest dick I’ve ever seen outside of porn. He’s not even hard and he’s still bigger than anyone I’ve ever been with. Flaccid, it’s easily the size of a soda can . I swallow down my surprise, suddenly very thirsty.

“I’m sorry,” I say, backing toward the door, but not quite able to look away. “Beck said I would be able to use the shower after work. I’ll go see if there’s another one open.”

My body feels hot all over and it’s not because of the steam in the room. “Trey is in one and Jason is in the other. There’s enough room in here for both of us. Two shower heads,” he says, pointing at them.

It’s tempting, and not only because I’d get to shower with one of the sexiest men I’ve ever seen, but because I can’t go out without a shower. By the time everyone is done with theirs, there won’t be any hot water left.

“I’ll even face the wall. I won’t look at you,” he says, then adds, “and I promise not to touch.”

I hesitate, but then decide I don’t have much of a choice—not that I thought too hard about other options. If he’s facing the wall that means I get to look at his naked ass all I want.

“Okay,” I say.

It’s disappointing at first when he turns around and I no longer get to look at his beautiful, giant cock any longer, but then I get a different view of his strong, muscular ass and all is right with the world again. His shoulders are broad and his back looks strong and powerful.

I slip out of my towel and get into the shower. The warm water feels amazing and there’s something about being slippery and wet that makes this whole situation even more erotic. I never got close enough to Winston to realize just how big and tall he is. He might even be taller than Derrick. He’s massive, actually. If he wanted to, he could easily lift and flip me into any position he wanted without breaking a sweat. I envy any girl who has ever been man-handled by him.

Taking a deep breath, I fight the urge to reach out and run my hand along the hard, taut muscle of his ass cheek. I wash my hair as a distraction, then turn to face the wall to wash my face. Now our backs are to each other and I think about how close we are. One step backwards and our backs will be touching. I desperately want to feel his skin against mine.

I have no self-control, and so I take a step backward, but when I bump into him, it’s not his back I feel. What I feel is a giant hard cock at the small of my back. I whip around, eye-level with his chest. His proud dick is rock-hard and practically the length of my forearm, the head resting high above his belly button. I’m so mesmerized by it, I can’t look away.

“I thought you said you were going to face the wall,” I say, covering myself with my hands.

“I needed to rinse my back.”

“Sorry about this,” he gives his dick a little tug that makes me gasp. “It has a mind of its own when you’re around.”

For a moment I’m able to look away from his gorgeous cock and make eye contact with him. His bright red hair clings to his forehead and water drips from the tip of his nose. His green eyes never waver from mine. Given our situation, he’s being very respectful not to ogle me. I wonder if it’s as hard for him not to want to reach out and touch everything as it is for me.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” he says. “We’re roommates now. We’ve all seen each other naked from time to time.”

“I’m not embarrassed,” I insist.

He motions to my arms which are still covering all the vital sexual parts of my body. I put them down at my sides so I’m fully exposed. “I’m not embarrassed,” I say again, but firmer this time, like I mean it.