Employed by the Boss (Managing the Bosses 7)

With the teasing little smile still in place, she straightened up just enough to toss the suits toward the sink, and then before Mark had time to say anything else she had dropped to her knees in front of him and was sliding her tongue up his length. He made a sound that wasn’t entirely coherent, and clutched at the counter.

Amanda sauntered across the room and, with a look that definitely didn’t have the sweetness of Danni’s, went to her knees, too. Danni shuffled over a little to give her room, and then there were two mouths on him, sliding up his cock, and Mark thought maybe humans were capable of spontaneous combustion after all. At least if he burst into flames, he’d be dying happy.

He let his head tip back to rest against the cabinet, eyes sliding shut, and gave himself over to the sensation. But it wasn’t enough. He had to see. He lifted his head again, and groaned. They were looking up at him, green eyes and brown, and then they were leaning in toward each other to kiss, tongues flicking over his skin instead of each other’s.

“Fuck,” Mark hissed. “If you two want there to be anything left for the main event, you’re going to have to stop.”

They pulled back, slowly, and knelt there in front of him waiting, their expressions expectant.

“Bedroom,” Mark said. “Now.”

He pointed, and they rose, heading deeper into the apartment. Mark stood for a moment where he was, letting his breathing slow a little, and then pushed himself off the counter and followed.

When he got to the bedroom, he stopped in the doorway, fingers curling white-knuckled around the frame.

Amanda and Danni were wrapped around each other on the bed and trading kisses back and forth like they were air, one of Amanda’s long thighs slipped between Danni’s for the other girl to rock against.

“I don’t think I remember telling you to start without me,” Mark said.

Both of them gave guilty little starts, and turned to look up at him. He was pretty sure the wide-eyed looks were at least half an act, but he really didn’t care, because they were exactly what he wanted to see. He grinned, and stepped away from the door to slowly cross the room.

“You know what I think?” he said, sliding one knee onto the bed and crawling upward, making sure they got a good view of the muscles rolling in his shoulders and the predatory expression on his face. “I think you’re both teases.”

“Guilty

as charged,” Amanda said, rolling over with a languorous stretch so she could meet his eyes.

Danni just smiled at him. The same sweet, teasing smile she’d worn in the kitchen. Mark caught her hips in his hands and pulled her toward him while she wiggled in a mock attempt to escape the gentle grip. When her back was pressed against his chest, he wrapped an arm around her waist and held her there, sliding his hand between her thighs to work his fingers over her clit in quick little circles.

Almost as soon as he touched her, she was writhing against him, the curve of her backside rocking against him. It wasn’t an entirely accidental contact either. He could tell by the way she shifted to rub against the full length, her fingers clutching at his forearm. Her head dropped back against his shoulder.

“What do you think?” Mark asked Amanda, who was watching them both with a flush in her cheeks and one of her own hands between her spread thighs. “Should I let her come?”

Danni made an alarmed noise that Mark was pretty sure meant she didn’t want him asking Amanda, but he slid two fingers between her lips before she could answer, muffling the words that tried to escape. She wrapped her tongue around them, taking them deeper.

“No,” Amanda said, giving him a grin that said they were on exactly the same page, and Danni moaned. Mark stroked her clit one last time, and slid his hand back to rest against her thigh.

She rocked her hips upward like she was trying for more touch, making pleading little noises around his fingers, but Mark didn’t give it to her. Instead, he pushed her gently away, sliding his fingers free in the same moment.

Mark moved the rest of the way up the bed, and lay back against the pillows. They both watched him, their expressions nearly identical want. He smiled, slow and dangerous, and lifted a hand to beckon to Amanda.

“Over here,” he said.

She straddled his hips, her thighs pressed to his. He raised an eyebrow at her in silent expectation, and she held him in place, lowering herself onto his length with a moan. Danni watched from the end of the bed, her nails digging marks into her thighs where she’d wrapped her hands around them in an effort not to touch herself.

“You, too,” Mark said as Amanda began to move. He groaned. “Come here.”

Danni crawled across the bed until she knelt right next to his hip, and March reached out, guiding her down with hand on the back of her neck until she was stretched out against his side. Then he drew her into a kiss.

“Fuck,” Amanda said above them, low and drawn. She picked up the pace a little and Mark pressed his palm against her thigh, forcing her to slow again. “Fuck,” she breathed a little more urgently.

“When I say so,” Mark broke from Danni long enough to say, and then he dragged her in for another kiss.

Amanda kept up the slow pace, and Mark made himself let her, didn’t rock up hard to meet her the way that he wanted to. He wanted it to last, so he teased both of them with it, waited until Amanda was moving her hips in tight, desperate little circles and Danni was whimpering into his mouth with every kiss.

Finally, when Mark couldn’t take it any more than the girls could, he slid the hand that had been on Amanda’s thigh away, letting it fall to the bed. She growled something that sounded like ‘finally’ and suddenly she was moving like she couldn’t help it. Like she needed him so bad that she couldn’t wait.

“Up,” he told Danni, the word coming out a growl.