Page 119 of Stuck with my Boss Daddies

Maybe it was me. Maybe it was one of them.

But suddenly, everything was closer, tighter, hotter. Kai’s hand slid up my thigh, slow and teasing, as Adam turned my face toward him, his lips ghosting over mine—a promise, a dare.

And Samuel exhaled sharply, eyes dark as he moved in, closing the space with the kind of control that made my stomach flip.

My pulse pounded, my breath coming quicker.

Three men. Three different kinds of gravity pulling me under.

I had no intention of resisting.

Samuel didn’t say a word. He just reached out slowly, his fingers curling under my chin. He tilted my face up, forcing me to meet his gaze.

The raw intensity there stole what little breath I had left.

“You want this,” he said, and it wasn’t a question.

It was a statement. A truth neither of us would deny.

I swallowed, my throat tight. “I?—”

Adam cut me off, his fingers finally slipping beneath the hoodie, skimming my bare skin. “Say it, Sadie.”

The command sent a fresh wave of heat through me.

I felt Kai shift closer, his breath at my ear.

“Let us take care of you,” he murmured.

A low sound left me, a purr between a whimper and a sigh, and Samuel’s grip tightened slightly. Adam’s fingers trailed lower, teasing, while Kai’s hand slid further up my thigh, his touch firm.

“Say it,” Samuel repeated, his voice rough.

I let out a shuddering breath. “I want this.”

The effect was instant.

Samuel didn’t waste time. His hands skimmed down my sides, possessive and unyielding as he pulled the dress over my head, tugging the hoodie with it, leaving me in nothing but my underwear.

The fabric did little to shield me from their hungry gazes.

“Fuck,” Adam exhaled, his fingers trailing the newly exposed skin, tracing the dip of my waist before skimming the underside of my breasts. “You’re so goddamn perfect.”

Kai’s hands tightened against my thighs before he dragged them apart, making space for himself between them.

The couch creaked as he leaned in, his lips pressing to the sensitive spot beneath my ear, heat flooding every nerve in my body.

Samuel gripped my jaw again, his thumb teasing along my lower lip.

I parted my lips without thinking, and he slipped his thumb inside, pressing against my tongue in a silent command. The control in his gaze sent a rush of liquid fire pooling low in my stomach.

He pulled his thumb free, his lips replacing it in a bruising kiss that stole my breath.

Adam was a different kind of chaos.

His hands were already on the move, palming my breasts, teasing, pinching, making me gasp into Samuel’s mouth.

My head tipped back against the couch, overwhelmed, burning, needing more.

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