“What’re you thinking about, Addison?” he asked, never pausing the bump and grind of his hips.
“You,” I admitted. “How much I want you.”
He growled, a deep, animalistic sound. The next thing I knew, he pulled me off him, set me on my feet, then turned me around so that my torso was flat on his desk. His fingertips dug into my hips once again and he slammed into me.
“Yes!” I loved that he was losing control. There was something about it that made me feel powerful.
“Fuck…Addison…baby…” Mr. Parker drove into me again and again, over and over. His cock bottomed out inside me, filling me completely, but I still wanted more. I wanted everything he was willing to give me.
“Say my name,” he commanded.
“Mr. Parker.”
“No! Say my name.”
“Justin…oh, God!” As soon as his name fell from my lips, I came in a rush, white-hot pleasure tearing through me.
“Fuck, Addison.” Mr. Parker roared his release, his hips slamming into me one final time before he leaned over, his weight a welcome pressure against my back.
And right then, as we lay there trying to catch our breath, I felt it.
Another shift.
Only this time, it sounded like that dreaded other shoe.
Thirty-Six
JUSTIN
“I’D LIKE TO MAKE A toast,” Langston said when we were seated at dinner on Thursday night.
“This ought to be good,” Landon joked.
“To the next phase,” Langston said with a wide grin.
“To the next phase,” we all chimed in, clinking glasses before settling down once more.
Tonight, we’d decided to come to dinner to celebrate the fact that Zeke, Greg, Jane, and Jordan had all officially accepted the positions they’d been offered. And in roughly a month from now, we would be starting the next phase, as Langston so eloquently put it. Unfortunately, it wasn’t going to happen right away because our new employees had notices to give and contracts to fulfill before they could come on board. And, of course, Luci had to marry the twins, go off on their honeymoon, then come back before we would actually see any semblance of order.
But at least we were making progress. All the interviews were done and we could get back to the routine we’d had before all this started.
I glanced over at Ben, who was sitting to my left. He was sipping his scotch and watching me. I knew something was on his mind. I even knew what it was, yet I had absolutely no intentions of discussing it with him. Because of that, he was giving me the silent treatment. In all fairness, I deserved it.
After my encounter with Addison on Monday, I had pulled a chickenshit move and come up with an excuse of a business trip to be out of the office. It could’ve waited, but I had needed some time to clear my head, to rein in the control I felt quickly slipping out of my grasp.
I hadn’t returned until tonight, coming to the restaurant straight from the airport.
We both knew exactly why I’d run, but I didn’t care to discuss it. For the fucking life of me, I couldn’t explain what was going on. Although I’d been more than willing to see this thing with Addison through, to explore a D/s relationship with her while employing her, I hadn’t expected what had actually transpired.
I thought for sure this was going to go in a different direction. I’d even mapped it out in my head. I would be sharing Ben with Addison, giving him what he needed while watching from the sidelines. Although I’d agreed to take her on as my submissive, I’d thought it was merely a formality to make Ben feel more complete.
I hadn’t expected to feel anything for her, certainly not this fast.
And there was no denying it, no matter how many miles I managed to put between myself and the two submissives who had somehow…
Fucking shit. I couldn’t even think about it without anger boiling to the surface.
Not at them, of course. I wasn’t angry with either of them and I wasn’t placing blame. I was pissed at myself because I felt so out of control. I hated that feeling. I loathed it.
And anytime I felt that way, I tended to do something relatively foolish, which usually involved coming up with one excuse or another to put distance between myself and whatever was causing the chaos.
In this case, Ben and Addison were causing the uproar in my life.
I hated to admit it, but I had fallen for Addison the same way I’d fallen for Ben. And now I had to deal with these goddamn feelings that had no business shaking the stable foundation of the life I had built for myself.
“What’s got you so quiet?” Zeke asked, pulling me from my thoughts.
I shook my head and took a drink. “Busy week.”
Ben snorted. I ignored him.
“Remember that thing you asked me to look into?” Zeke asked.
