Page 22 of My Brother's Best Friends

I need a moment to breathe and refocus.

I stare at the wall between us and catch a soft hum. A hesitant melody takes shape, and I inch closer. She’s singing something. I don’t know what it is, but she misses a few notes. It brings a smile to my lips.

“It’s for your own good,” I whisper, even though she can’t hear me.

It’s for her own good. We can’t rush this. We won’t let anything happen unless we’re sure it’s leading somewhere. Makayla is different, and I intend to make sure she gets everything she deserves.

We may have been apart for all these years, but I never took my eyes off her.

Even from afar, I’ve kept my ear to the ground.

She’s been on my mind for so long.

9

MAKAYLA

Istep into the shower, determined to make the most of a bad situation.

My heart is racing. I’m still achingly aroused from our tumble in the hot tub, and I need another release before I lose my mind. For a second there, I thought Oscar might join us. I wanted that so badly.

“I need to figure out how to get Oscar on my side,” I say, letting the hot water sluice over my face and body.

The steamy heat fills my lungs with every deep breath as I let my hands wander up and down my body, retracing Alex and Kellan’s feverish touches. I’m both angry and unbearably aroused; the contradiction leaves me breathless.

“What if… What if I get a job at their company?” I wonder. “That would certainly get me closer.”

I imagine walking into their office on the first day of work. Bryan is nowhere to be found—probably out meeting with a prospective client.

In the shower, I squeeze my breasts, summoning the ghost of Alex’s mouth on my nipple. I give it a sharp pinch and whimper as shivers ripple down my spine. My eyes screw shut; my core clenches even tighter.

I’m dressed in high heels and a pencil skirt. I want to make a good impression on my three new bosses. Unlike my old boss, these three are men I actuallywantto sleep with.

My hair is twisted into a bun behind my head—the classic office-girl look. I’ve chosen a nearly see-through white blouse and a lace bra that lifts my breasts, putting them shamelessly on display.

I stride into Oscar’s office and find him behind his desk. Kellan and Alex sit across from him, deep in conversation.

My fingers trace invisible lines down my naked hips, the sound of rushing water bringing back the sensations from the hot tub.

Back in my fantasy, their eyes land on me, making my skin prickle with anticipation. They want me and I know it. The desire is downright palpable.

“We’ve got a new social-media campaign for you to spearhead, Kay. Can you jot down the main points?” Oscar asks.

“Of course,” I respond, reaching for a notepad.

I pull the pencil from my hair like a sultry reporter and sidle up to the desk, ready to do my duty.

By now I’m breathing hard—both in the shower and in the fantasy—my fingers circling a slick, swollen clit that throbs for attention. I love a good slow build, but I can’t decide what Oscar wants me to write. To move things along, I push my chestforward into the shower stream to feel the hot water sliding across my breasts.

I picture Kellan rising. He plucks the pencil from my fingers and hoists me onto the desk.

I’m surprised. Technically, this could be sexual harassment, but I’m already wet and aching for his touch.

“There’s something more important that we need you to do for us,” Kellan says.

“What’s that?” I ask, even though the answer is obvious.

“Take your shirt off,” Kellan commands.

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