As we step into the back room, my attention stays on Beau. His smile is slow and almost predatory now, the playful edge to it makes my heart race a little faster.
He guides me down onto the couch before saying, “Think of this as a trial run. Just a little taste of how life could be with more downtime.”
Beau’s gaze is locked on mine, and I can see the intensity burning in his eyes. “But… the store. The door is still unlocked!” I say, trying to sound responsible.
Beau’s smile is wicked as he leans in, his voice low and teasing. “Don’t worry, babe. We’ll hear the jingle if someone walks in.”
I meet his gaze, then glance at Jackson. Their desire is palpable, gleaming like a fire just waiting to explode. “You two had your turn yesterday,” I say, voice dripping with control. “Today, it’s mine.” I see the flicker of excitement in their eyes…oh, I’ve got them exactly where I want.
They exchange a charged look. Beau speaks up first. “What’s your plan, Aria?”
A slow, confident smile curls on my lips as I slide my hand into Beau’s belt, fingers curling possessively. I tug his jeans and boxers down, unveiling his thick cock. It throbs, pulsing with heat, and my mouth waters. My hand traces the smooth skin, feeling every ridge and vein. Beau’s head falls back, a low groan vibrating from deep inside him.
Jackson’s gaze drops to me, hungry and raw. I return his stare, then pull down his jeans, revealing his longer, leaner cock. It’s perfect—just how I like it. My tongue flicks out, tasting the sensitive skin, teasing the slight curve. Jackson’s eyes flutter closed, surrendering to the delicious contact.
Breathing deep, I wrap both hands around them, palms hot against their hardness. I stroke them in sync, squeezing the base and sliding upward, my thumbs circlingtheir swollen tips, coaxing every inch to pulse beneath my touch.
Beau gasps sharply as I apply firmer pressure, his body tensing with need. Jackson leans into my touch, his muscles relaxing, savoring the gentler rhythm. My hands move faster on Beau, firmer and rougher, while Jackson melts under the softer, slower caresses.
I dip forward, lips parting. Beau’s cock slides into my mouth, thick and hot, and I take him deep, swirling my tongue around the head. He groans, hands tangling in my hair, anchoring me as I suck him hard—every stroke deliberate, every inch worshiped. I lick and tease, my mouth molding perfectly to his shape, driving him wild.
Pulling back just as he stiffens, I switch to Jackson, taking him in deep, easing past my throat to make my lips touch his base. I drag him out slowly, and run my teeth lightly over his tip, flicking over it with wet heat, making his eyes snap open, surprise and hunger flashing across his face.
Then, I open wide and take both of them, tips grazing my tongue. I take them both in as far as possible, sucking them together. Their groans blend into a primal symphony as their hips start to move, pumping deep into my mouth, stretching my jaw as far as it possibly can. The thought of them spilling down my throat together firesa wicked hunger through me. My body hums with need, craving every second of this power.
Just as I feel they're both getting into it, matching me stroke for stroke, a cheerful voice calls out from the front of the store, “Hello.”
My body freezes, mouth still wrapped around them, heart pounding wild between fear and desire. I don’t want to stop… not now, not when we’re so close.
I spring up so fast I nearly stumble, eyes wide with urgency. I turn to Beau and Jackson, fingers flying as I motion for them to get dressed, to come with me, now.
“Shit.” I mutter as a wave of panic crashes over me and heat rises in my face. My heart is racing. A mix of embarrassment and frustration bubbles up within me. I rush out of the back room, straightening my clothes. Standing by the windows is a woman who seems familiar to me. She’s about my height, around five foot three. She has black hair that hangs just above her shoulders. Her features are delicate but in a striking way.
I try to compose myself. I take a steady breath and walk toward her with a smile. It's harder than I thought to behave like I wasn’t just sucking two guys off in the back room.
“Hi there,can I help you?” I ask.
She grins, her lips curving into an easy smile. “Oh, I saw the help wanted in the window, and I had to come right in. I’ve been in this store so many times. Truthfully, I know it like the back of my hand!” She chuckles softly, glancing around my store. Her energy makes me feel comfortable with her, like she’s already at home here. Her enthusiasm is almost contagious.
I blink. “Really? That makes me so happy that you love my little store as much as I do!”
“Oh, yeah!” She says with a nod. “I love this place. It’s got so much character. I’ve probably spent more time here than I’ve spent at home.” She laughs again, and I notice how her eyes flicker toward the shelves.
“I’m Dayla,” she adds, her voice bright. “I’ve been meaning to ask if you were ever hiring, and when I saw the sign today, I figured it was the perfect time.”
“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Dayla.” I extend my hand. “I’m Aria.”
Just then, I hear the unmistakable sound of footsteps behind me, and just when I thought it was completely gone, the blush comes back. Beau and Jackson emerge from the back room, looking just as guilty of doing something they shouldn’t be as I do.
Dayla glances over at them, then back at me, her expression thoughtful. “Are those your…” She begins, her eyes flicking from one man to the other, her tone almost too innocent, “Your… partners?”
I nod quickly, trying to recover from the situation. “Yeah, they've been helping me with things around the store. That's pretty much why I'm looking for help. I can't drag them out here with me all the time.”
Her smile widens, clearly amused by the sudden shift in energy. “So,” she says, bringing her attention back to me. “About the job. I’ve worked at a few of the shops on this side of Salem, been around for a while now. I started out at a little boutique and then moved on to a couple other places like Halloween stores, magic stores and things like that.
She shrugs lightly, a humble but proud smile tugging at her lips as she answers, “I’m pretty familiar with all kinds of customer service, organizing stock, and handling the register. I even did some window displays in the past.”
I’m honestly a little surprised by her experience. She seems young, but like me, maybe she jumped into the work life as soon as she could. I glance over at Jackson and Beau, who are now leaning against the counter. They are both silent but clearly paying attention to this conversation.
