Hero CEOs_A Reverse Harem office Romance

by Mila Crawford

  Her CEOs (A Reverse Harem Office Romance)

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  Mila Crawford

  Her CEOs: A Reverse Harem Office Romance

  By Mila Crawford

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  Copyright © April 2018 by Mila Crawford

  First E-book Publication: April 2018

  Cover Artist: Popkitty

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  Contents

  Newsletter

  Her CEOs

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Epilogue One

  Epilogue Two

  Epilogue Three

  Coming Next

  I. Excerpt: Goldie’s Bears

  Goldie’s Bears

  Chapter 1

  Newsletter

  About the Author

  Newsletter

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  The CEOs

  The three of us wanted her, had for years. But good intentions and professionalism kept us in check. She was our secretary but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t be ours.

  We’d been celibate for years because Sophia was the one.

  The one we wanted in our lives.

  The one who put all other women to shame.

  The one woman we’d gladly share.

  It was time we showed her that in all reality … she was in charge.

  Warning: Loosen those ties and hold the calls, because this office romance features one lucky lady and three very devoted men. If you like celibate heroes who only want one woman, a definite SAFE read, and packed full of dirty goodness, this is the story for you.

  1

  Grayson

  I shouldn’t have been watching her, shouldn’t have had my focus trained right on her ass, the way the twin globes moved underneath the skin-tight pencil skirt she wore. But fuck, it was hard not to appreciate how gorgeous Sophia was. With her curves and her huge tits, the fact she always wore her black hair in a bun, little wisps falling around her face, had my fingers itching. I wanted to pull the pins out and let the long dark locks flow down her back.

  My cock stiffened painfully. I’d wanted this woman for far longer than was probably healthy.

  For the last five years that she’d been working for my partners, Deacon and Mark, and me, she was all I’d wanted. She’s all we wanted. I hadn’t been with a woman since the first day she walked into our office, knowing there was something about her that would be mine.

  She’d be mine in all ways.

  But I kept things professional, didn’t cross any lines, and I found myself growing more obsessed with her. I waited, biding my time.

  But the animal in me wanted out, to be unleashed and rain down on her, to take her, claim her. I knew that I couldn’t control myself any longer, couldn’t stop myself from finally going after her.

  But I didn’t want to stop myself.

  I turned around and saw Deacon and Mark sitting on the couches, their big bodies dwarfing the leather furniture. We’d gone to school together, graduated, and started this business as a team. They weren’t just my partners; they were men I considered family. And the three of us wanted the same woman.

  The three of us would have the same woman.

  Deacon

  I should’ve told Grayson to quit staring at Sophia, but if I told him that I’d be a hypocrite. The sexy little secretary had been working for us for years, and I’d wanted her for that long, from the moment I saw her. She was quiet, timid almost. I could see she was innocent, almost vulnerable.

  And you’d have to be blind not to see, to know, that we wanted her, that we watched her with this almost possessive, territorial gleam in our expressions. Even now my cock was hard, the thick length pressing against my zipper, my balls drawn up tight. I wanted to fuck her so badly, make her mine, pump all my cum into her. I wanted my seed to take, wanted my baby in her.

  It was an almost primal feeling I had inside of me, one that wouldn’t be submissive. It demanded I have her, and I didn’t care if I had to share her with Mark or Grayson.

  But what all of us were in agreement about was that it was time to finally make Sophia ours.

  Mark

  I left Deacon and Grayson in the office as I headed to my own, trying to calm my arousal over the fact that I knew Sophia was just in the next room. I adjusted myself while I was alone in the hallways, my cock so damn stiff it was making an obscene outline against my slacks.

  Hell, I wasn’t ashamed to say that I might even go into my bathroom and jerk off to the thought of her.

  After five years of having no sex, of choosing celibacy because I wanted one woman, one hot little secretary, I had a severe case of blue balls. And the only woman I wanted to drain them, taking my cum into her body, into her womb, was Sophia.

  I went into my office and shut the door. The blinds to the windows, showing the main receptionist area, were partially opened.

  I could see Sophia sitting behind the desk, her curves filling out her blouse and skirt, her tits more than a handful. She leaned back and reached for something and I watched as her silk shirt stretched across her breasts, her nipples hard. My mouth watered and my cock jerked at the sight.

  Reaching down to palm my dick through my pants, I braced a hand on the wall and groaned. God, I could get off just looking at her. Hell, I could come in my slacks just thinking of her. And because I was a filthy fucker I turned and headed to my bathroom, shut the door, and pulled my dick out. I was going to jerk off to the thought of Sophia.

  I was going to bust a nut in my hand at the thought of finally making her mine.

  2

  Sophia

  Working in an office with three ridiculously attractive older men was unbelievably distracting. I’d always been a good worker, my head down and my hands continuously busy, making sure everything was in its place and nothing could be questioned. But when I was in this office it was just plain hard. I had never really even looked at another man until I started working here. Imagine working in an office with three Greek gods, then enhance their looks by one hundred percent and you still couldn’t envision how handsome these men were.

  Grayson was the intense one. He had a chiseled jaw, jet black hair, and these eyes that were bluer than any ocean or sky I had ever seen. Yet that disheveled black hair always fell in his eyes, and his smile was the adorable lopsided one that melted my heart every time I saw it. Although that wasn’t often, because Grayson Steel was a hard man, even if he seemed more easygoing than his two partners. They called him an ogre behind his back, because he always won at any cost.

  If I didn’t know any better I would say I was the only one he smiled at. And his arms, God… I didn’t really know what it was about that man’s arms, but they had these bulging muscles that made my mouth salivate. I pictured him shirtless … a lot. Mayb
e it was silly, but I pictured myself as the heroine on the cover of a romance novel and Grayson was the sexy leading man sweeping me off my feet.

  Then there was Deacon. He was so sweet and thoughtful, the caring one out of the three. He was the kind of guy that would take off his jacket and throw it under my feet so I wouldn’t have to walk in water. He just seemed romantic, like he would do anything possible to make me happy. He also smelled so good. I don’t know what cologne he wore, but it was like all my favorite smells rolled into one had decided to latch on to the skin of a sex god.

  Deacon had short blond hair, almost a buzz-cut style, and he was always serious, but yet his eyes were so kind. He also had a picture of his deceased mom on his desk, which I secretly loved.

  My grandma always told me, if a man loved his momma he would love you just as fiercely. Don’t get me wrong; Deacon wasn’t a mama’s boy, he just really loved his mother, and in turn I loved that about him. He once told me it was because she did it all on her own while he was growing up, and that picture was to remind him that hard working and loving women are the absolute best. He said this with a wink, and I couldn’t help but imagine he was also talking about me.

  So obviously, being a girl that overthinks everything, I played that wink in my head for weeks. I became so uncomfortable that I wouldn’t even look him in the eyes. He probably thought I was an oddity and felt sorry for me. That would explain why he was so over-the-top nice to me.

  Deacon was the guy you want to hold you at night while you watch a movie, maybe even make out like teenagers. He was sexy but in a really sweet way … an all-American, boy-next-door way.

  Finally we had Mark. The badass out of the three, Mark came to work in a leather jacket and carried a helmet under his arm. He rode a Harley, had tattoos, and was all kinds of rough around the edges. I would have never pictured him as one of the richest men in America just by the way he looked. Honestly, he resembled a member of a one-percenter biker gang with a very long criminal record more than a CEO.

  When Mark walked into a room he commanded it. He was visceral, dangerous, and commanding. He looked like the kind of guy that would make a girl do things in bed that she never thought she would ... just because he asked. Mark intimidated and fascinated me. I was scared of him, and yet he had a way of making me feel like he would slay dragons to make sure I was okay.

  It was really unnerving when a bulldog turned into a newborn puppy for you.

  He was the type of guy who would break out all the toys in the bedroom and make you scream his name and all kinds of profanities for hours on end. Then he would hold you all night and tell you how amazing you are.

  Obviously these were my fantasies. In reality I’m just an admin assistant, and a mousy one at that. I am no sex pot. I am really plain, ordinary even, but for as long as I had worked for these three men they had made me feel like I was one of a kind and beyond special.

  Hell, they even made me feel sexy. And that actually made me laugh. I was the girl who barely had any sexual experience, and thought ludicrous things about three sex gods.

  In all reality I knew they were just being nice to the weird girl ‘cause she was a phenomenal worker.

  Give a dog a bone and she will be loyal for life.

  3

  Sophia

  I stood in front of the copy machine, the light and sound this rhythmic motion, my fingers tapping along the top of the device.

  Tap.

  Tap.

  Tap.

  It was well past quitting time, but I had a last few contracts to copy before I wanted to call it a night. Most of the staff were gone, with a few lingering in the other offices. But I knew that they would be leaving soon as well.

  I closed my eyes and ran my hand over the nape of my neck, the muscles in my shoulders strung tight. I couldn’t help but think about Mark, Deacon, or Grayson. I’d been taking notes in a meeting for them this afternoon, and I swore all three of them had their focus on me during the entire time, making me feel on edge.

  Of course I wanted to imagine that they were staring at me because they wanted me, not because they were making sure I was doing my job.

  I exhaled and opened my eyes, the flash of light from the copy machine slightly blinding in that moment. When the copies were done I grabbed the stack of papers and turned. I felt my heart jump in my throat, and a gasp left me at the sight of Grayson standing in the open doorway, leaning against the doorframe.

  He had his arms crossed, his tendons and sinews bulging under his button-up shirt. He didn’t have a suit jacket on, and his sleeves were rolled up his forearms, showing off his muscles. His shoulders were broad, his hips narrow. I shouldn’t have lowered my gaze to his crotch, but I couldn’t help it, especially not when his slacks were a little on the snug side and the outline of what he was sporting between his thighs was evident.

  For long seconds we just stood there staring at each other, our gazes locked, my breathing increasing. I felt my nipples harden, felt myself get wet between my thighs. Just looking at him, being in the same room with him, even if we weren’t speaking, had my body aroused.

  “You’re working late,” he said in his deep, gravelly voice.

  I licked my lips and nodded, not trusting my voice right now. He took a step forward and I swore the heat in the room intensified. Beads of sweat started dotting the valley between my breasts, and I knew I was breathing harder and faster.

  I had no doubt he noticed the change in me as well.

  I inhaled roughly, felt my heart race faster, and knew my pulse was probably pounding right below my ear. “Yes,” I said softy. “Just finishing up copying the contracts from earlier.”

  He nodded, his focus still trained on me.

  “I’ve got some paperwork I need you to look over in my office.” His voice was so deep, so commanding. “Come with me?”

  I felt my face heat because my mind went right in the gutter after he said the latter. Instead I licked my lips and swallowed roughly, nodding. I didn’t trust my voice right now.

  He stared at me for long seconds, then turned and headed out of the copy room. I followed, rubbing my hands on my skirt, my palms sweaty from my nerves.

  God, it seemed like my arousal and desire for all three men was starting to take control. And I knew if I wasn’t careful it would bring me down deep.

  Grayson

  I led her into my office, hit the door once she was inside, and tried to rein in my desires. She looked around my office and I moved past her, lightly touching the ends of her hair that fell from her bun as I moved by. I went over to the desk and grabbed the files, knowing that I should just hand them to her and be done with it. But the truth remained I was done waiting. I was done pretending like I could control myself where she was concerned.

  I didn’t know if Mark and Deacon would jump on the opportunity to tell her they wanted her as well, but right now she was in my office and I wasn’t going to back down from my emotions. No more.

  It was time for me to let her know my intentions. Hopefully she wouldn’t knee me in the balls.

  When I was right in front of her again I heard her breathing pick up. There was something about Sophia that made me want so much more. Fuck, I wanted her in every way, not just in my bed but also in my life. And I also knew that she owned me. She could be with Mark and Deacon and it wouldn’t matter to me, because I knew I’d still have part of her.

  And that was good enough for me.

  I didn’t want anyone else. Ever. The years I’d been celibate, ever since she came into my life, had been hard, but so fucking worth it. I didn’t want anyone else but her.

  Without thinking, this instinct and possessiveness moved through me. I lifted my hand and touched her cheek, her skin warm, smooth. She sucked in a breath at the touch, but I liked that, loved that she was reacting. I was ready to stake my claim, make her know I wanted her.

  I could tell I affected her, but whether she’d embrace that remained to be seen.

  4

>   Sophia

  Grayson’s touch felt scorching. His fingertips singed my skin and made my blood feel like it was embers dancing in the fire. My body had never felt so alive and my mind felt high and out of control. His gaze peered into mine and I felt myself combust with heady need and desire. His lips turned up in a slow sensual smile.

  “You feel it, don’t you? The pull, the want. I can tell you right now, Sophia, that when I finally claim you, and it will happen, it’s going to be something phenomenal.”

  Grayson then shocked me. He pulled me into his arms and kissed me. His lips pressed against mine tenderly, yet with force. He pushed his tongue past my lips, probing my mouth. He tasted like peppermint with a hint of honey; warm, solid. The kiss was intense and filled with purpose and direction and something else was just under it.

  Passion.

  “I wish I could stay, beautiful, but duty calls. But make no mistake that we will be taking this up later.” With that, Grayson walked out, leaving my head spinning and my body needing him.

  Deacon came over to my desk. He smiled sweetly and gently pressed his hand on my back to get my attention. I looked up at him and his gaze was warm and inviting. Fire raced through my veins and I instantly got wet between my thighs. His touch was intimate, and although I should have possibly been anxious over the events that were transpiring, I couldn’t help but let the desire and need claim me.