Executive Assistants' Filthy Boardroom Gangbang

I’m Kayla, twenty-four, and for the last eleven months I’ve been the executive assistant to three of the most dangerously attractive men in the city. Marcus, my direct boss, is thirty-eight, broad-shouldered, with a voice like gravel wrapped in silk. James, forty-one, is tall, silver at the temples, and carries himself like he already owns whatever room he walks into. Derek, thirty-seven, is the lean, athletic one with a wicked smile that makes my knees stupid.

I’ve wanted all three of them since the first week.

Last night the quarterly strategy off-site ran long—brutally long. By two in the morning the rest of the team had trickled out, leaving only the four of us on the forty-second floor. The boardroom smelled of cooling coffee, expensive cologne, and the electric static that builds when four exhausted, horny people have been circling each other for nine straight hours. My blouse was half-untucked, my tight charcoal pencil skirt had ridden high on my thighs every time I bent to refill their mugs, and I knew they’d been looking. I’d made sure of it.

The city glittered beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows as Marcus loosened his tie and finally broke the silence.

“I’m not pretending anymore,” he said, voice low. “I’ve spent the last six months imagining bending you over this exact table, hiking that little skirt up, and fucking you until you can’t walk straight.”

The words landed like a match on gasoline. James leaned back in his leather chair, eyes dark. “Same. Every time you cross those legs I picture them wrapped around my waist while I rail you raw.”

Derek’s smile was pure sin. “I’ve jerked off in this building more times than I care to admit thinking about coming down your throat while these two watch.”