by Madison Faye
I felt like I was drowning in pleasure, sandwiched between these two amazing, powerful, rough and yet tender men. Their hands and mouths moved over my body, holding me tight as they both drove into me again and again, until I was sure I was going to explode from the pleasure.
“Come on our big cocks,” Wilder growled into my lips, his cock pumping deep into my slick, dripping wet pussy. I could feel my juices and his precum leaking down my thighs and coating his balls
“Be a good little slut for your daddies and come with that big cock in your ass and mine filling this tight little pussy up.”
“Come for us, princess,” Lincoln groaned, his cock swelling up so big inside of me. “Come for daddies.”
The orgasm hit me like a tsunami, crashing over me and shattering everything around me. I screamed in pleasure, my entire body seizing up and spasming and my whole world melting around me as the biggest orgasm of my life thundered through me. The two of them kept moving, fucking me faster, and harder, and roaring into my skin as they both came crashing over after me.
I could feel them both come at the same time, Wilder driving his cock deep in my slick little pussy and letting go. Hot, pulsing ropes of his cum pumped deep inside of me, filling me up and leaking out around us. Lincoln roared as he grabbed my hips and buried his cock to the hilt in my hot little ass. I could feel his heavy balls jumping against my skin as he emptied them into me, his hot, sticky cum coating my ass until the three of us came to a gasping halt.
We collapsed onto the bed, rolling sideways with the two of them still inside of me. I trembled against them, clutching them so tightly and just letting the whole experience sink into me.
Gently, they pulled out of me, cum leaking out of my pussy and my ass. They’d made a mess of me, and I loved it.
They pulled me close, letting me catch my breath as they stroked my body, kissing me tenderly until I could finally try and speak.
“That was so freaking good,” I moaned quietly, still panting as my body trembled.
“There’s one more surprise for you,” Wilder said quietly, kissing me slowly. He nodded at Lincoln, who reached over to one of the bedside tables, plucked something off of it, and then rolled back. They each sat up on either side of me, propping themselves up as they looked into my eyes.
“This is for you, Kenzie,” Lincoln said quietly.
The little box was dark and velvet, and my heart jumped in my chest as I took it. I swallowed, glancing at the two of them before opening it, and that’s when my whole world froze.
The ring looked like someone had taken two other rings, cut them in half, and then taken one half of each and melded them back together as one new ring. One half was silver, studded with diamonds, and the other half gold, set with red stones that had to be rubies.
“Oh my God…” my breath caught, and I brought a hand to my heart as I held the ring in trembling fingers. I looked at each of them, my heart racing and my eyes wide.
“This is both of us, for you,” Wilder said slowly.
“What— what is this?”
“Kenzie,” Wilder leaned over me, looking into my eyes.
Lincoln did the same, kissing me softly. “Will you marry us?”
“Marry us, baby girl,” Wilder purred.
“Be ours forever,” Lincoln said quietly.
I wish I could say I everything froze, or that time stopped. But the truth is, I answered so fast I could barely get the word out.
“Yes!!” I screamed, lunging off the bed and throwing my arms around them. “Yes, yes, yes!”
Wilder kissed me, and then Lincoln, and then I just kept going back and forth between them as we all sank into the bed.
I was theirs, always and forever. And they were mine.
The End.
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Trick And Treat
Sugar & Spice
Five Card Studs
Double Daddies
Bad Medicine:
Doctor Babymaker
Doctor O-Maker (February 2018)
Doctor Dom (Spring 2018)
Men of Blackthorn Mountain:
Claiming His Mountain Bride
His Captive Mountain Virgin (February, 2018)
“Dirty Bad Things” Series:
Hard Core
Pretty Dirty
Rough Stuff (Spring 2018)
“Innocence Claimed” Series:
His Little Bad Girl
Tempting Daddy’s Boss
Paying The Debt
“The Triple Crown Club” Series:
Royally Shared
Royally Claimed
Royally Tempted
“Possessing Beauty” Series:
Beasting Beauty
Stealing Beauty
Sharing Beauty
Hunting Beauty
Possessing Beauty
“Forbidden” Series:
Flirting With The Law
Breaking Her Innocence
“Three Times” Series:
Bossed Three Times
Taken Three Times
Paid For Three Times
“Twice” Series:
Twice Driven
Twice Bossed
Twice Tackled
“First Time” Series:
Legal
Professor
Freshman
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Bossed Three Times
Bossed Three Times
Three times the fantasy, three times the trouble.
I’ve got a dirty secret. A crush. Specifically, on my boss.
Well, bosses.
All three of them. Not one, and not two, but three. Three huge, dominant, possessive, gorgeous men.
And you want to know the really dirty part?
They want to make me theirs. They want to make me submit, and make me feel things I’ve never felt before. Things I’ve never dared to dream about.
Three men with an offer of a lifetime – the chance to fulfill the dirtiest, filthiest, most forbidden fantasy a girl could ever imagine.
There’s only one question. Do I dare?
They say two is a party and three’s a crowd, but I don’t think that’s right.
Three is perfect. The filthiest, hottest, most mind-blowing type of perfect imaginable.
That is, if I can handle it.
Bossed Three Times is a hot, steamy read involving a mfmm menage romance with three utterly obsessed alpha heroes. This is all about her – no m/m. If you love over-the-top, slightly unrealistic, and wildly dirty romance with plenty of steam, this one�
�s for you! HEA with NO CHEATING!
Author’s Note:
Warning: This book is HOT. It's really dirty, and it's really naughty, and it’s really going to melt your kindles (among other things…). Please know that this book is a MFMM romance, which is to say, it's all about her - no MM action.
This book is sort of a continuation of another book of mine - Twice Bossed, but, not really. It is a completely standalone story - you DO NOT have to have read Twice Bossed first, at all.
Copyright © 2016 Madison Faye
All rights reserved.
Editing: Sennah Tate
Cover: White Rabbit Creative
No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author, except in the case of brief quotations used for review purposes.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are solely the product of the author’s imagination and/or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, organizations, actual events or locales is entirely coincidental. The author acknowledges the trademark status of products referred to in this book and acknowledges that trademarks have been used without permission.
This book is intended for mature, adult audiences only. It contains extremely sexually explicit and graphic scenes and language which may be considered offensive by some readers. This book is strictly intended for those over the age of 18.
All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older. All acts of a sexual nature are completely consensual.
1
The door to the garage slammed shut, startling me from the book I was reading at the dining room table. I’d heard the familiar sound of Jason’s car pulling into the garage a few minutes before, followed by the familiar sound of the automatic garage door grinding back down. But the fury in the door-slam and the mutterings down the hall told me something was up.
It also told me he was drunk.
I sighed and dropped the book to the table, rubbing my temples. I glared at the time and at then at the dinner I’d made, now sitting cold on the table.
“Everything alright, honey?”
“It’s fine,” came the sharp response from the hallway, followed by my boyfriend’s stomping steps to the kitchen. Another sigh escaped me as I glanced down at the copy of Honing Your Resume I’d been paging through while waiting for him.
I wasn’t working these days, since Jason had insisted that it was his job to “provide” ever since we’d moved in together the month before. I’d gone along with it, because you do things you never thought you’d do when you think you love someone.
I wasn’t so sure of that after a month of playing second fiddle to Jason’s career — “career”, or rather, his propensity for going out to drinks after work and leaving me bored and stir-crazy back at home. I had a damn masters degree, for crying out loud, and here I was playing housewife all day while my boyfriend was out half the night getting wasted. I’d thought about getting back into the workforce, but the number of job offers I had before we moved in together dwindled, until there was nothing but an empty inbox waiting for me every day.
“The hell are you reading, Arianna?”
I glanced up to see Jason swaying in the doorway, holding a fresh beer from the fridge and reeking of whiskey even from across the room. My eyes dropped to his collar, and suddenly my blood was boiling.
Lipstick.
There on his shirt collar, like the most ridiculous cliche out of a movie.
“Where were you,” I said evenly, ignoring his question.
“None of your damn business.”
I stood and felt my hands ball into fists at my sides, glaring at him.
“Well it is my business, actually, because I’ve been sitting here with dinner waiting for you.”
“Such a fuckin nag,” Jason muttered, swigging from his beer. My gaze moved from the lipstick on his collar to his messed-up hair, the smug look on his face, and I rolled my eyes.
I wasn’t even shocked at this point, just mad at myself for staying this long. Of course this was how this debacle of a relationship was going to end. The zero communication and all his secrets, the fact that he had all the time in the world to go out with “clients” but no time for me, and the fact that after three months of no sex or any intimacy at all, I was starved for some physical attention
And he came home with the lipstick of some other woman on his collar.
“Oh fuck you, Jason, you think you can just—”
The slap came hard, knocking the wind out of me and leaving a stinging heat across my cheek.
The room went silent and still for a second before I whirled back at him, hand on my cheek and my jaw dropped in shock.
“Are you fucking serious?”
Jason suddenly paled, as if suddenly sobering enough to see clearly.
“Shit, baby.” His eyes were wide and he shook his head.
“Baby, I’m just drunk is all,” he mumbled. “I’m sorry, baby, you know I lov—”
“Don’t.”
My voice was ice cutting through his words.
“Don’t even say that, Jason.”
Because that moment right there in that dining room was like a puzzle piece clicking into place. Right then, everything made sense.
“Actually,” I hissed, shaking my head at him. “Don’t ever say it to me again.”
I stormed off to our room before he could even say anything else. I grabbed a suitcase from the closet, half expecting him to run in and stop me, and not at all surprised when he didn’t. Five minutes later, I was stalking towards the front door with a suitcase rolling behind me.
Jason laughed when he saw me.
“You’re leaving?”
“Yeah,” I hissed, jabbing a finger at him as I snatched my resume book off the table. “Yeah Jason, I’m leaving.”
He laughed again.
“Over one little slap? Jesus.” He rolled his eyes and slugged his beer. “I bet I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“No, you won’t, asshole.”
He narrowed his eyes at me, sitting at the table and picking at the cold dinner I’d made.
“Bitch, yes I will.”
This time, I only flipped him off as I whirled and stormed away. I grinned wickedly seeing the keys to his Porsche laying on the table by the door to the garage.
Fuck him.
The engine roared triumphantly and I pulled out the garage. The front door to the house opened a second later as Jason recognized the sound of his prized car, but I only flipped him off out the window as I roared away, watching the image of him shaking his fist at me get smaller and smaller in the rearview mirror.
2
“I think you’ve got a great shot.”
I took a big gulp of my wine and raised a brow at Sasha.
I’d been staying with my friend for almost a week now, and while it was amazing to have such a great friend to take me in, I knew myself, and I knew I needed my independence. Luckily, I’d just landed a job interview for a secretary position.
“It’s just a secretary job, you know.”
My best friend — seven months pregnant — shrugged and grinned wickedly as she poured lime seltzer over ice and took a sip.
“You really want to go there?”
I blushed as I looked down, grinning.
Sasha had, after-all, started in this very position. Broke, looking for work, and leaving her asshole of an ex, Sasha had found “secretary” work with Stone and Steel Holdings.
Of course, that’s not all she’d found there.
What started as probably the hottest, dirtiest, most inappropriate office fling in the history of workplace flings had turned into so much more. I knew just enough of the details to go red in the face whenever I thought too much about it.
Hey, you would too if your best friend was involved in a relationship with two gorgeous, protective, dominant men who had at one point been her bosses.
I say
“used to be,” because as their relationship had bloomed into what it was now, Sasha had moved from secretary to actually co-running the biggest corporation in the city with Luke and Jordan
I could only imagine what board meetings were like.
People have all sorts of ideas in their heads about what a relationship should be, but Sasha, Luke, and Jordan proved them wrong. Was is nonconforming? A little different? Apt to make people blush and whisper in public when they noticed how close the three of them were? You bet. Did any of that trio really give much of a shit?
Nope.
“That was different,” I said primly, sipping my wine.
Sasha laughed. “Oh really? Why, because I slept with them?”
“Because they’re hot!”
I turned red the second I said it, rolling my eyes at myself as Sasha burst out laughing.
“Well? Maybe the guy running — what’s the name of this place?”
“Camelot Holdings.”
Sasha paused, furrowing her brow, looking like she was thinking it over before she shook her head.
“I’ve heard of the company but I know the CEO stays pretty private. Anyways, who knows? Maybe he’s gorgeous?”
“And maybe usually sleeping with your boss gets you fired.”
Sasha winked at me. “Gotta take chances, lady.”
“I gotta take employment, first,” I grumbled.
“You know I’ve got a job for you, right?” Sasha put down her soda water and gave me a look. “I mean, you don’t even have to ask; it’s done.”
