Page 47 of On Your Knees

I gasp and hold my chest. “I’m offended that you don’t think I’m your friend.”

“You want to be my friend?”

“I do. I came here on that first day as a favor to Zeland.” I lie a little because he thinks I have a boyfriend—well, I do now—and I can’t scare the poor guy. “You see, I don’t actually officially work here yet, and that’s why Ridge was in the closet. He’s bulldozing me to sign or I have to leave. And I like working with you.”

“Shit, okay, I guess we are friends, as long as your boyfriend doesn’t mind.”

I laugh because hearing it out loud sounds crazy. “He doesn’t. If you can’t tell by the dynamics, our relationship is not the norm.”

He clears his throat, and I take a step back, realizing I’m standing way too close to him. We both get back to work looking over the notes some beta testers sent us. When lunch time comes, I head upstairs to Ridge’s office, and his receptionist waves me through, telling me he is waiting for me. What I don’t expect as I open the door is Ridge sprawled in his office chair, his hands tightly gripping Zeland’s hair, who is on his knees.

“Well, isn’t this a nice surprise,” I say, closing the door and flicking the lock. “I think I’m really going to like having a boyfriend who has a boyfriend.”

“You know we come as a package deal, stray.”

I hold Ridge’s stare, but it’s like trying to break through solid stone. He doesn’t smirk, nor give anythingaway, just watches me with a dark, unreadable intensity that makes it impossible to tell if he wants to push me away or pull me closer.

“A package deal,” I repeat, my voice quieter, like I’m testing the weight of his words. He doesn’t explain, but he doesn’t need to—the way he looks at me tells me he’s not joking. I keep my expression neutral, refusing to be the first to crack. “And what exactly does that mean, Ridge?”

The silence stretches between us, thick and unyielding, until I’m not sure if I want his answer, or if I’m afraid to hear it.

“It means exactly what you think it does. If you’re his, you’re also mine. But be warned, I’m possessive of what’s mine, and I don’t do love.”

Heat coils low in my stomach, sharp and unwelcome. I should walk away, tell him I don’t belong to anyone, I’m no one’s possession. But with the way he says it, the way he owns it, I don’t know if I want to fight him or make him prove it.

“Prove it,” I say, deciding to call his bluff.

I get not doing love, it’s also not for me, not when the one person who was supposed to love me the most left. It’s why I don’t do relationships and yet these men have somehow made me want one. Even when in the end they will leave me—everyone does, but this time I want to see if the pain is worth it.

Zeland lifts his head off Ridge’s cock. “Hey, baby. Want some lunch? I can confirm his cock is a greatsnack.”

“I hate to break it to you, but his cock is a whole meal. There is no snack about the size of that thing.”

“Get your sexy ass over here. I have fifteen minutes until I have a conference call, so I’m going to fuck you while Zee strokes himself and comes on your face.”

I want to tell him to make me, but his words hit me straight in the clit and I’m already removing my clothes as I walk toward them until I’m naked and drop to all fours.

“This won’t work—she is too small,” Zee says, picking me up around the waist. I flail like I’m about to die, and he swipes everything off Ridge’s desk. I chuckle, knowing the mess is going to give Ridge an aneurysm.

Zeland lays me face down and Ridge grabs my hips, pulling me back and up onto my knees, which he urges me to spread wide. “This is just right.”

He swipes his cock along my pussy, and I moan. Zeland kneels on the desk, and I’m thankful for the quality of the timber as it holds both our weight. He strokes his cock as Ridge thrusts deep inside me.

“Oh, fuck!”

“You need to be quiet, stray. I can’t have anyone knowing what I’m doing right now.”

Biting down on my lip muffles my whimpers as Ridge grips my hips hard, pulling me back as he moves forward. I want more—no, I need it—and I can’t help the noises I make the closer my orgasm comes to spilling over.

“That’s it, baby. Take our man’s cock. You’re so perfect.”

Zeland praises me until I can’t hold on anymore, andjust before I can scream, Ridge reaches around, covering my mouth with his hand and stifling his name beneath it.

I feel Ridge pull out of me, and within a moment, wetness hits my back and my face.

“So pretty letting us claim you,” Ridge says, rubbing his cum into my skin. Zeland does the same until I fall stomach-first onto Ridge’s desk to catch my breath.

Zeland jumps off and retrieves some tissues to wipe the cum from my body, then Ridge helps me off his desk. I expect him to disinfect it, but he doesn’t. We all get dressed, then he simply puts everything back where it belongs and I smile as I watch him.

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