Free Her Old-Fashioned Boss by Laylah Roberts

you don’t come then we’ll have to come over to your place, I suppose. Movies, pajama party, popcorn. Sleepover.”
    Oh God, the last time they’d had a sleepover at McKenna’s place, the neighbors had called the cops about the noise.
    “No, no, I’ll come out.”
    Asia laughed. “Thought you might.”
     
    *****
     
    Roarke sat back in his chair and closed his eyes. He’d really fucked up today, in more ways than one. He had no business trying to kiss Ava like that. Not without Sam there and definitely not without talking to her about a few things first.
    Shit. She must think him the worst kind of guy. A cheater. One who would come on to his employee. He’d be lucky if she didn’t charge him with sexual harassment. He certainly deserved it.
    Then he’d hurt her by acting like a cold asshole and walking out, leaving her care to Sam. And that grated too. While he knew Sam was better at the care-taking stuff, Roarke wanted to help care for her as well. Cuddle her, soothe her, love her.
    Shit.
    A month. Only a month that he’d known her and yet he knew he couldn’t let her go. He wouldn’t hurt Sam or what they had for the world, but he had to figure out how to bring the three of them together without harming any of them.
    He had too. Because he loved her.
    How that had happened, he didn’t know. But the three of them felt right together.
    Now, he just had to convince Ava of that.
    “Sam,” he called out as he headed up the stairs to their rooms. Damn, maybe he should think about getting them a real home. Ava and Sam deserved more than living above a kink club.
    “Yes?” Sam appeared out of the bedroom, looking at him warily.
    Roarke sighed at the hesitance Sam displayed; the other man was obviously worried that Roarke would decide against having Ava in their lives.
    He pulled Sam close, holding him against his body as he ran his hand over the other man’s silky hair.
    Turning Sam’s head, he took his mouth, moving softly, teasing him with his licks and nips until Sam opened his mouth and let him inside. Roarke took full advantage, driving his tongue deep.
    Sam rubbed his body against Roarke’s and he could feel the other man’s thick erection pressing against him, driving his own need higher. If only they had time...
    Roarke pulled back and Sam knelt, moving his fingers to the zipper of Roarke’s jeans.
    “No time,” Roarke panted. “We need to go get our girl.”
    Sam stilled and looked up at him, a combination of hope and tears filling his beautiful blue eyes.
    “You mean it?” he asked.
    Roarke nodded. “I mean it. We need her in our lives and she needs us.”
    “She might take some convincing,” Sam warned.
    “No doubt,” Roarke agreed. “But when have you ever known me not to get something I go after?”
    Sam smiled. “Well then, we’ll have a lifetime to convince her, so I don’t suppose five minutes will make much difference.”
    He drew Roarke’s cock free. “Five minutes!” Roarke protested.
    But his indignation soon turned to a moan of hunger as Sam sucked his cock into his mouth.
    And damned if he didn’t last less than five minutes, although he made up for it by taking Sam to bed and showing just how long he could torture him without granting release.
     
    *****
     
    Ava shook her body to the beat of the music. Well, she tried. But the four gin and tonics she’d had, combined with countless tequila shots, were playing havoc on her co-ordination.
    A large, dark-skinned man sidled up to them, dancing behind Asia. Jeez, what was it with guys? This is the fourth one they’d had to field off and they all had the same move. They’d gradually get closer and closer, as if they were predator sneaking up on prey, then they’d dance behind whatever girl they’d set their sights on, moving in time with her, as though they thought she wouldn’t notice that she suddenly had a 170 pound asshole attached to her ass. McKenna and Ava moved in close to either side of Asia and glared at