Taking over as manager of the race, clearly the one in charge, I step before them as they split the hallway into two lanes, readying themselves.
“Ciri, you’ll have five extra seconds.”
Asher winks at me, and I want to roll my eyes, as if I hadn’t already planned to sabotage her.
“Are you guys ready?”
They both nod.
“Set.”
Ciri crouches down, ready to run for the cause.
“Go!”
She takes off running, and I let her past me, knowing in three … two … one … I’m going to stop her. Digging my heels in, I catch up to her, hooking my arms around her waist and hauling her into the air.
“That’s cheating!” she shouts as Asher takes off running, quickly gaining ground. “Put me down!”
Pulling her back against my front, I press my lips to her ears. “Oh, baby, we never said we’d play fair.”
She crosses her arms and huffs, spinning to face me as Asher reaches the wall and flattens his hand. “I hate you both.”
I click my tongue against my teeth. “I find that hard to believe. Especially after feeling your ass push back into me a second ago.” She fights a smile, and I smirk. “Yeah, I noticed.”
“Woo!” Ash cheers in victory, jogging back over to us. “I guess that means we win.”
“Bullshit,” she scoffs. “Cheaters don’t win.”
“But they just did?” I push her buttons further. “How about a compromise?” Stepping toward her, I hook my finger in a button hole of her cardigan and tug her closer to me. “We agree to clean the wing for a week, paid time off for the staff, and we get a kiss.”
She tightens her arms harder across her chest, and her tits push up in her tank top. My dick throbs as my mind wanders to dangerous places.
“Fine.”
I pull her hard toward me, causing her to stumble forward and crashing against me, her arms grabbing at my abs. “Whoops.”
Rolling back on her heels, she looks directly up at me, pushing her chest up. “Are you going to take all damn day, or are you going to kiss me?—”
Her words get lost as my lips slam against hers, my hand instantly finding the base of her neck. I tip her back, deepening the kiss as I slide my tongue between the seam of her lips.
“Mmm,” I groan into her mouth. “I need you so fucking much.”
She pulls away, her eyes bouncing between mine as she wets her lips. “Then have me,” she says, decisiveness in her voice.
“Trust me, I want to. But?—”
“You don’t want to? You’re not ready?” she asks, her hands gliding down my abs, making my knees go weak.
“That’s not what I said,” I groan, letting her push me back up against a wall. “I was going to say that we don’t want to rush you.”
She thinks for a second, her gaze falling before finding mine again. Her shoulders are relaxed, and her breathing is even, facecertain. “I want you both more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. You’re not rushing me.”
“Princess,” Asher hums as he steps beside us, “it’s your first time. It should be perfect.”
“And it will be.” She smiles. “Because it’s with you guys.”
God, she’s making it fucking impossible for us to resist her.
