Page 156 of Stuck with my Boss Daddies

I let them love me the way they wanted to love me. The way I’d always wanted to be loved.

Completely. Unconditionally.

And God… it was everything.

Samuel’s grip on my thighs tightened as he settled onto the couch, pulling me into his lap with ease. My breath hitched, anticipation coiling tight in my belly.

Behind me, Kai’s hands slid beneath my shirt, his touch firm yet teasing as he dragged it up and over my head, leaving me bare except for my bra. His lips found the back of my neck, teeth grazing my skin before his tongue soothed the sting.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Kai murmured against my shoulder, hands wandering lower.

Adam knelt beside us, his fingers tracing delicate lines over my stomach, my ribs, the sensitive skin just beneath my breasts.

Samuel’s hands framed my face, guiding my gaze to his. His eyes were dark, full of heat. “God, Sadie, you have no idea how much I love you.”

I silenced him by sinking to my knees between his legs, fingers working the buttons of his jeans. “I love you, too.”

A sharp inhale from above me. “Fuck, Sadie.”

Kai chuckled behind me. “Think that’s our cue, huh?”

Before I could process his words, his hands gripped my hips, pulling me back against him, spreading me wide as he settled onto his knees behind me. Warm lips pressed to the small of my back, then lower, lower…

A gasp tore from my throat as his tongue met my slick heat, his fingers digging into my thighs to hold me still. My head fell forward, a moan vibrating against Samuel’s thigh as I finally freed him, thick and heavy in my hand.

“God damn it, no wonder I love you too,” Adam murmured, his hands sliding down my arms, over my back, soothing, teasing, never settling in one place. “We all do.”

I dragged my tongue along Samuel’s length, savoring the way he tensed beneath me. His hand threaded into my hair, guiding but not forcing, his control unraveling as I took him deeper.

The sounds he made—low, breathless curses—sent a fresh wave of heat through me, but then Kai groaned , his tongue working faster, fingers slipping inside me, and suddenly Icouldn’t focus on anything except the pleasure building between my thighs.

“Fuck,” Samuel ground out, his grip in my hair tightening, torn between letting me continue and pulling me up so he could watch me fall apart.

Adam chuckled, his fingers brushing over my sensitive peaks, rolling my nipples between his fingers.

Kai’s tongue flicked against my clit at the same moment Samuel groaned my name, his hips jerking up, the combination pushing me over the edge. My entire body tensed, a cry spilling from my lips as pleasure crashed over me in waves, my nails digging into Samuel’s thighs as I shook.

Samuel pulled me up before I could recover, his mouth capturing mine in a desperate, claiming kiss.

“Bed,” he rasped against my lips. “Now.”

And I wasn’t about to argue.

Samuel’s command hung thick in the air, charged with heat and anticipation. My legs were still trembling, my body buzzing, but when he stood, lifting me effortlessly into his arms, I let myself sink into him.

Kai and Adam followed close behind as Samuel carried me through the dimly lit hallway, their hands roaming, teasing, never leaving my skin for too long.

My breath hitched when Adam leaned in, nipping at the spot just below my ear, his voice a husky murmur.

“You have no idea what you do to us.”

My fingers curled into Samuel’s shoulders, my head falling back against Adam’s chest as Samuel nudged open the bedroom door. The room bathed in soft, golden light from the bedside lamp.

The second Samuel set me down, my knees barely had a chance to steady before Kai was there, his fingers gripping my waist, his lips capturing mine in a slow, intoxicating kiss.

I melted into him, pressing closer, feeling the heat of his bare skin as Adam moved behind me. His hands traced the curve of my spine before sliding lower, grabbing my hips and pulling me flush against him.

A shudder ran through me as Samuel’s callused hands came up to cradle my face, his dark eyes burning with a deep, possessive need. “On the bed, sweetheart.”

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