Chapter 28: Filthy Rich Bosses: Chapter 28

I can hardly breathe as Chase’s lips crash against mine, his hands roaming my body with urgent need. My head spins, overwhelmed by the sensations.

Suddenly, Cole’s deep voice cuts through the haze. ‘Undress her, Chase. Slowly.’

Chase obeys without hesitation, his fingers skimming along my skin as he peels away my clothes. He only breaks our kiss to lift my shirt over my head, then dives right back in. His hands frame my face tenderly, a contrast to the heat of his mouth on mine.

‘God, you’re beautiful,’ Chase murmurs against my lips.

I want to respond, but words fail me. My body is on fire, every nerve ending alive and tingling.

Without warning, Cole is there beside us, his presence commanding even before he touches me. His large hand grips my inner thigh firmly, sending a jolt through me.

‘Chase,’ Cole orders, his voice low and controlled. ‘Go down on her. But don’t let her come until she understands how wrong it was to leave without a word.’

Chase’s eyes meet mine, a mix of desire and apology in their depths. As his head dips between my legs, I can’t help the moan that escapes me.

My mind races, torn between the pleasure building and the guilt gnawing at me. I didn’t mean to hurt them. But the unknown, the severance, the fear…

Cole’s fingers dig into my thigh, grounding me in the moment. ‘You don’t get to run away from us, spitfire,’ he says sternly. ‘Not without consequences.’

I open my mouth to protest, to explain, but Cole silences me with a searing kiss. His lips are demanding, stealing my breath and any coherent thoughts I might have had. When he finally pulls away, I’m left gasping.

‘You don’t get to speak yet,’ Cole murmurs, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down my spine. ‘Not until you’ve learned your lesson.’

He starts a trail of kisses along my jaw, each one igniting a new spark of desire. His lips brush against my shoulder, then move to my collarbone, leaving a tingling path in their wake. I can’t help but arch into his touch, craving more.

A movement in my peripheral vision catches my attention. I turn my head slightly, my eyes widening as I spot Grayson standing there, watching us intently. The heat in his blue eyes is unmistakable, but he makes no move to join.

Why would he? The thought flits through my mind, bitter and sharp. He doesn’t want me. Not really.

As if sensing my gaze, Grayson’s eyes lock with mine. Something flickers in their depths—desire, uncertainty, maybe even a hint of vulnerability. He takes a hesitant step forward, and I feel my heart skip a beat.

‘Grayson,’ I whisper, my voice barely audible over the sound of my own ragged breathing.

Cole nips at my earlobe, drawing my attention back to him. ‘Eyes on me, sweetheart,’ he commands softly. ‘You’re not done with us yet.’

I nod, unable to form words as Chase continues his ministrations and Cole resumes his exploration of my body. But even as pleasure courses through me, I can’t shake the weight of Grayson’s gaze, watching us from a distance.

I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts. The movement catches Grayson’s attention, and his face falls, looking for all the world like a kicked puppy. My heart clenches at the sight.

‘I didn’t—’ Grayson starts, his voice rough. ‘I don’t want you to go. I was going to ask you to stay. Juniper was drawing up a long-term contract for me to give you.’

A laugh bubbles up in my throat, but it’s cut short by a moan as Chase sucks my clit and Cole pinches my nipple simultaneously. The sensation is overwhelming, and I struggle to focus on Grayson’s words.

‘A contract?’ I manage to gasp out, my hands gripping Cole’s shoulders for support. ‘You were going to offer me a job?’

Cole’s fingers trace lazy circles on my skin. ‘Seems our girl is in high demand,’ he murmurs against my neck.

I’m teetering on the edge, pleasure building to a crescendo. Just as I’m about to come, Cole suddenly pulls Chase’s head back.

‘Not yet,’ Cole says, his voice low and commanding. ‘I think she needs to show up she’s sorry first.’

Before I can protest, Cole’s strong hands are on me, turning me around. My knees press into the couch cushions, my chest against the back. I gulp, suddenly feeling exposed and vulnerable.

‘Cole, what are you—’ I start to ask, but my words trail off as his hand slides down my spine.

‘Shh,’ he soothes. ‘Trust me, Tessa. Let go.’

I close my eyes, torn between desire and the urge to run. But as Cole’s touch sends shivers through me, I realize that for once, I want to stay right where I am.

I hear the subtle shift of fabric as Cole positions himself behind me. His hand rests warm and heavy on the small of my back, a stark contrast to the cool air hitting my exposed skin.

But he doesn’t do what I’m expecting.

Suddenly, his palm connects with my backside in a sharp, stinging slap. I gasp, more from surprise than pain.

‘That’s for trying to leave us,’ Cole says, his voice a low rumble.

Another smack lands, and I bite my lip, a mix of pleasure and pain coursing through me.

‘And that’s for making us worry,’ he adds.

Chase settles beside me on the couch, his breath slightly ragged. His hand traces gentle patterns on my back, a soothing counterpoint to Cole’s firm strikes.

‘You okay, kitten?’ Chase asks softly, his fingers ghosting over my breast.

I nod, not trusting my voice. The dual sensations of Cole’s spanking and Chase’s tender touches are driving me wild.

‘Good girl,’ Cole murmurs, his hand caressing where he just spanked. ‘We’re not done yet, though. Are we, Chase?’

I glance over to see Chase’s hand moving rhythmically, his eyes dark with desire. ‘Not even close,’ he agrees with a crooked grin.

My breath catches. Despite everything, I can’t help but feel wanted, cherished even. It’s overwhelming, but in the best possible way.