Page 34 of Sexting my Bratva Daddies

“So many things. I mean, we started out in the limo.” I sighed and tried to dial back my sudden rush of memories. “I’ve never had sex in a car before, which can’t really call this a car since the back was the size of a small room. But we all still had our clothes on, which made it somehow even more sexy. I…”

I glanced around and lowered my voice. “I gave one of them a blowjob, while one of them rubbed my clit and the third fucked me.” I barely whispered the last bit. “But that wasn’t even the end of it. Once we went back to their place, they took me to their room.”

I swallowed the word ‘playroom’ not willing to go into that much detail about my sexual life and fantasies. “They have this thing they do where one of them holds me down while the other one…” I aimed a look at my crotch. “You know.”

“Girl.” Elena sat back with a smirk. “Every time?”

“No. They like to do different things, but they always make sure I have multiple orgasms. Tuesday, I thought my head would explode. Like the orgasm was so good that I couldn’t even think or walk or move for minutes afterward. I had this tingling sensation all over.” The hairs on my arms lifted even talking about it.

Leo walked around the corner of the coffee station, a white cup in one hand and a smirking grin on his gorgeous face.

He blinked and took a sip of the coffee, staring at me over the rim.

The heat that climbed into my face could have powered the entire block.

Elena leaned toward me, oblivious to Leo standing at her back. “When are you going back?”

“I don’t know.” It was true. I wanted to stay every night, to let them do all those incredible things to me every single night, but I also couldn’t get so lost in them that everything else fell apart. “But if they keep it up…”

Leo stood motionless behind Elena.

What was he doing down here?

They almost never came into the lunch room, especially not for the coffee when they had their own custom espresso machine in the conference room.

14

LEO

Spying on people came with the job description, but I hadn’t intended to spy on Peyton when I first walked into the lunchroom. I did this once every few months, taking a trip around the lower levels to gauge employees and work ethic.

I often heard the most fascinating things in the lunchroom, but I had not expected to overhear Peyton talking about having sex with us.

Anger surged immediately and with enough force that my ears rang. At first, I slipped into the shadows, needing to hear more before I reacted with such animosity.

If it had been anyone else, I might not have even given them the benefit of the doubt, but Peyton had proven that she deserved a moment.

She gushed over how we treated her, her details a bit vague considering what had really happened in the limo last night. And then I realized she never mentioned our names.

No names whatsoever were mentioned, not even a nickname. She only said one of us did this, or another did that.

The anger shifted to astonishment that she would talk about this at all.

There was something else underneath the astonishment, something I refused to examine while hiding in the shadows behind a support column. She chose to talk about us, to talk about how we made her feel.

My blood surged for a new reason.

I’d watched her hold herself in for weeks before any of this began. She was careful, almost cautious.

She kept to herself and often hid behind her desk. Even the way she dressed showed a woman who often hid. That had not changed except when she came to see us.

But in this moment, her face lit up, and even though she stuttered a bit through some of the more explicit details, she chose to talk about us.

I’d thought her more reserved considering how little she’d known about sex.

Then again, she was speaking to another woman. That might have given her courage to say things she would not otherwise.

Which meant I needed to evaluate this other woman and the potential threat she raised.