Loved by the LumberJacks_A MFMMMM Reverse Harem Romance

by Sierra Sparks

  “Yes, sir,” Brett slinks off without another look in my direction.

  “I assure you that we do not tolerate harassment of any kind here,” Mr. Ashdown says, turning to me.

  “Are you alright?” He looks at me with genuine concern. With that Brett guy gone, I feel immensely better.

  “It’s alright,” I say, hugging my arms around myself. “Really, it’s fine.”

  “You don’t seem fine,” he says, taking in my demeanor. “Let me take you to my office. We can continue the tour if you’re feeling up to it.”

  I nod my head and I follow him into his office.

  Chapter 6 – Grace

  I enter Mr. Ashdown’s office and am floored by what befalls me. The large glass windows span the entire office, giving off an incredible view of the city. I walk over to the window and take in the scenery, a smile emerging on my face. I turn and walk around his shiny wooden desk, running my fingers along the surface.

  “Is this mahogany?” I ask, picking up the placard on his desk. It reads: President Boyd Ashdown.

  “It is,” he says, looking at me. He’s standing in front of the large bookcase, a hand rubbing the back of his neck. “If you’re going to work smart, you have to have smart tools.” I walk over to the book case and examine the books, reading each spine in turn. I find a copy with a particularly interesting title and take it out.

  “Who said that?”

  “I did,” he says, in a tone that’s half sheepish, half cocky sounding. I can’t help but smile at his demeanor. I continue gazing at the large collection of books.

  “You have quite the collection here, Mr. Ashdown,” I say, taking in the book titles. Each title looks more intriguing than the next.

  “Please, call me Boyd,” he says.

  “Your other employees don’t call you that,” I say, looking at him. “Wouldn’t that be out of character if I spoke to you so informally?” I realize as I’m saying this, just how formal I’m being. I look away from him and back towards the window.

  “Fine then, call me Boss,” he says, giving me a challenging yet flirtatious look.

  “Okay, Boss,” I tell him, a shiver running through me, because I like how it sounds.

  “The ones that respect me do call me Boyd,” he says, as if on second thought, while crossing his arms. “However, there’s a fair share of employees who don’t. Take Brett, for instance. Don’t be surprised if you hear him speaking ill of me the next time he comes around.”

  “He couldn’t seem to help mentioning that he knew some things about you,” I say, picking a book off the shelf. “Things that would probably make you look bad.”

  “I don’t doubt he believes that.” Boyd sits down on the edge of his desk and watches me, silently.

  “He doesn’t seem all that…fond of you. I wouldn’t think that being your assistant would make him want to come around me very often.” I say that with the hope that I don’t have to interact with him more than necessary.

  “Oh, he’ll come around,” Boyd says. “Trust me. He slinks around every pretty young woman who walks into this office.” He gives me a knowing look and I can’t help but feel like he’s looking right through me. He gets up from the desk and comes over to me. He places a hand on my shoulder and stares directly at me, his eyes lingering on my face as if to memorize its features. I can’t help but do the same in return. I break eye contact with him after a moment, knowing what I’m feeling is wrong. “If he or anyone does anything that makes you uncomfortable, please tell me right away.”

  All I can manage to do is nod silently. His closeness has suddenly taken my breath away.

  “Mr. Ashdown…I mean, Boyd,” I correct myself, feeling stupid for asking the question I had felt the sudden urge to ask.

  “Yes?” he asks, raising that eyebrow at me again.

  Now I regretted asking him, thinking there was no way it could be the same guy.

  “Did I happen to see you in a car yesterday, in between midtown and downtown?” I ask, deciding to plunge ahead since it would sound stupid now if I said never mind.

  He smiles, as if pleased that I’d asked.

  “I believe you did,” he says. “Isn’t that something.”

  “Yes,” I say, shocked. It must be fate. But then I remember the way I fingered my pussy and rubbed my clit after I saw him, and warmth floods my face again. “It really is. I was on my way home from church.”

  I laid back on my bed and touched myself while I thought about you, I think. I really did that. This is crazy.

  “I was on my way here,” he says. “Because I’m spending the day meeting the new hires and helping with some of the training, I had to get some work done for clients yesterday. Usually I’m on the golf course on Sundays, of course.”

  “Of course,” I repeat, as if it was obvious.

  I still can’t believe the coincidence of our paths crossing yesterday. And the way he’s looking at me lets me know he doesn’t, either. I have a feeling there’s a lot more that will happen between us.

  Chapter 7 – Boyd

  I look down at the beautiful eyes and luscious curves of my new assistant, who is obvious quite curious about the fact that we passed each other on Fourth Street yesterday. Albuquerque is a small city. It’s not at all out of the realm of possibilities that I would pass her on my way into work.

  It also just so happens that I set it up that way. I did, in fact, have to come into the office and get some work done. But I made sure to come in when I figured Grace would be driving home from church. I’d seen on her resume that she attended St. Benedict’s. It just so happened to be on my path to the office. I also looked up their church services and called to find out how long they usually last, so I knew about what time she’d be heading home.

  As soon as I’d looked up Grace online, I’d known she was the assistant for me. I am a man of demanding proclivities. I make sure to choose lovers who will be discreet, obedient and compliant. In addition to absolute knock outs, which I knew from her Facebook page—even though there were only a couple photos of her, in modest clothing—that Grace was. From her good girl resume, Grace seemed to have all the personality traits I require.

  I just wanted to make sure it all checked out; that she wasn’t painting a false picture. If she was really the girl she said she was, she would be driving home right then. If so, I’d see whether she might be interested in a relationship beyond that of boss/employee that might satisfy both of us temporarily—I never, ever fall in love. Not since the only time I ever had, which hadn’t worked out well at all. And if not, then she could just be my assistant. It was just my luck that she really was driving home right at that time.

  I had gone home and pleasured myself, thinking of her innocent looking yet curious face staring out at me from her car window. She’d obviously liked what she’d seen; she’d smiled at me. I liked how she seemed shy but willing to take risks. I’d stroked my cock while I thought about making her suck on it. I’d cum to the thought of bending her over my desk and having my way with her.

  And now here she is, in my office. As a bonus, she seems pleased that it was me she had seen yesterday. Apparently she liked the idea of me, too. Things could work out well for us, as long as—I couldn’t help but think, looking at her delicate facial features and the curve of her breasts—I don’t let myself get too used to the idea.

  One of the things I like about just moving to this city and merging my practice with this one is that I’m anonymous. No one knows my predilections, my tastes, my habit of keeping a certain pet for a while before moving onto the next. Even though I always aim to be discreet, word does get out—and apparently Brett had heard some rumblings, or just correctly assumes certain things about me—but here it was mostly a blank slate.

  Suddenly, there’s a knock on the door frame.

  “Mr. Ashdown?” Monique asks, causing me to scowl. Remembering to be nice, I correct my facial expression with a smile. Just when things were getting fun, Monique has to come be all offic
ial.

  “Yes,” I tell her. “Grace, this is Monique, our office manager.”

  “Nice to meet you,” she says, and they shake hands.

  “I was just coming to collect you for the start of new assistant orientation,” she says. “Follow me.”

  “I’ll come too,” I tell her, but suddenly some of my new partners are at the door. Asher Marks and Cameron Sanchez, two of the firm’s founders, who have told me they have been good friends since childhood, where they were raised on different sides of the tracks, are smiling at me. “Okay, I’ll see you in there,” I tell Monique and Grace.

  “Hey,” I tell them, as they take a few steps inside my office.

  “You ready for our first real day?” they ask me.

  I nod, since I’m ready in more ways than one, and in ways they don’t know. I feel at home with them. Both of them hooked up with their underlings— Asher with an associate lawyer named Madilyn and Cameron, whom some call Ron for short, with his assistant, Ruby. In their case, they ended up marrying them. I wouldn’t do such a thing. But they can’t fault me for having a little fun at the office.

  In fact, this firm seems rampant with office affairs. Their other co-founder, Jameson, whom some call Jim, hooked up with one of the receptionists. Garrett Mack, a recent addition to the letterhead, married his assistant, Caroline, whom I just spoke to in the elevator. And the firm’s biggest client, Damien, who owned a toy company and several other business entities, had married another legal assistant named Katie. No one here could judge me for liking to hook up with my assistant, which was one reason I chose this firm.

  Mostly, I needed to get the hell out of Maryland. After everything that had happened to me there in my personal life, I’d tried to stick around and make sure my professional life turned out well. But then I decided the best thing to do was start over, somewhere new.

  I’d heard from an old law school friend that this firm was expanding significantly. They’d brought in Garrett Mack’s practice and it had been such a big success they decided to merge with more lawyers. My own firm was having some political fighting between the partners, so some of us came out here to merge with Marks and Sanchez, as did some lawyers from other firms.

  “I was thinking that once we’re introduced in there, we should let Monique and Carolina take over the training duties, and hit the golf course, to celebrate our new partnership,” Asher says, grinning.

  “Awesome,” I tell them, but I can’t help wanting to spend more time getting to know Grace. I know that would be a lame reason to turn down nine holes and a few drinks, though, so I say, “I have some work to get done though.”

  “I thought you came in yesterday to take care of that, like we directed you to do,” Cameron says, cocking his head at me knowingly.

  “Oh, I get it,” I tell them, shaking my head.

  They’d told me I’d be tied up in training of staff all day—which I thought was unusual but some standard for new partners here—and so I should clear my schedule. I’d gotten work for some of my clients out of the way so I could have the day free. It appears it was just a ruse to whisk me off for a celebratory round of golf.

  I’m glad my new partners and I are getting along so well. I guess I’ll have to wait to start seducing my new assistant.

  Chapter 8 – Grace

  I’m sitting around a large table with a lot of other new assistants, trying hard to stay focused and not daydream about my hot new boss. It’s a lot to take in, though, and I’m trying to process it all.

  “Welcome to the firm,” Monique says, once she’s taken her position at the front of the room. “I’m happy to announce that you are all our latest hires due to a large recent expansion of the firm.”

  I feel someone sit down in the chair next to me, and turn to see Erin.

  “Oh, hey,” I whisper, glad to see a familiar face. “What are you doing here? You’re not new.”

  “I still feel new,” she whispers back. “I barely got used to working here when all these new people started showing up. And the firm is changing a lot due to its rapid growth. But mostly, I came to see how you’re doing.”

  “Good,” I tell her. “Thanks.”

  I’m not about to mention my interesting one on one talk with Boyd. But as he enters the room, along with some of the other partners and associates and staff, my heart rate quickens and my palms feel instantly sweaty.

  He stares back at me, not afraid to keep his eyes on me. While each of the partners are introduced, and Erin gives me a little background into each one of them, I realize I wouldn’t be alone in having strange feelings for my boss. She goes down the list of which ones married whom—she is with Jameson Reed, one of the founding partners—I can’t believe how many love connections are made at work.

  “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I whisper, but she shakes her head, smiling.

  I look at the line up of couples—Madilyn, Ruby, Caroline and Katie are standing by their men as they’re introduced—and can’t believe one place can be so busy. At least I know I won’t get in trouble for being with my boss, I think.

  I will myself to stop having such thoughts. Of course I’m not really going to get with my boss. Am I?

  “Well, now that the fun gossipy part of things is over, I’m going to go get some work done,” Erin whispers, before standing up. “Have a good day.”

  “You too,” I tell her.

  I watch her bounce off, happy that I’ve already made a friend. And I’m glad she clued me in on the crazy goings-on of this place.

  “Thank you all for being here,” Asher Marks says, after the introductions are done. “We’d like to invite all of you to a firm wide Christmas party, on the twenty-third of next month.”

  “And with that, we’re off to play golf,” Cameron says, and my heart sinks as Boyd follows them. He nods in my direction as if to apologize for leaving.

  Calm down, I tell myself. It’s not like you’ll never see him again.

  I hate feeling like some clingy lover when he hasn’t so much as touched me, or at least not anything more than a casual brush-by. But I have a feeling that’s going to change. Something tells me he wants to touch me and do a lot more than that too. I want to do it, too, which surprises me, but I guess it shouldn’t, given what I fantasized about when it came to him.

  “I understand that some of the partners have made plans, while you are being trained,” Monique says, “but rest assured you’re in good hands.”

  Am I? I think, as they file out of the room. Because the only hands I want to be in just walked right out of the room along with the rest of him.

  Chapter 9 – Grace

  The next day, while I’m trying to sort through paperwork I had been given to fill out, Boyd asks me into his office.

  “You wanted to see me, Mr. Ashdown?” Upon his look, I rephrase. “I mean, Boss.”

  He nods approvingly at that. I smile sheepishly at him and walk into his office. It still has the same awe-inspiring view as the previous visit and my breath is still taken away. In more ways than one.

  Boyd smiles at me and gestures for me to sit in the chair in front of his desk. I sit reluctantly, knowing that attempting to sit still while he watches me will only make me feel more awkward. He comes around his desk and sits on it, facing me, in a way I only thought happened on television or in movies. I immediately get up from my seat and go over toward the bookcase. I have such nervous energy, afraid that he’ll know how much I want him.

  Crap. I want him. I want my boss.

  I’m thumbing through the pages of a law book on his shelf when he takes the book from my hand and places it on top of the desk. His grasp is firm and commanding on my hand. Then he stands directly in front of me, a little too close in fact. I back up slightly, but not too much as to cause him any offense. I hit the bookcase behind me lightly.

  “I probably should tell you why I wanted you come to my office.” He says it matter-of-factly, but his eyes say so much more. I’d never been one to truly fe
el lust radiating off another person. In fact, I was never close enough to man to feel it. But it is coming off him in waves, and I’m pretty sure it’s coming off of me, too. His eyes are on fire and I can’t look away.

  “And I should probably mention the fact that you told me to say something if anyone was making me feel uncomfortable.” At that, he backs away from me, clearly hurt and surprised. I take the opportunity to move away from him.

  “I’m making you uncomfortable?” he asks, crossing his arms again as if he’s frustrated. In my eyes, he’s frustrated in more ways than one.

  I look up at him in surprise. That was not where I thought this was going at all.

  “What?” I say, looking toward him. “You’re honestly the last person who makes me feel uncomfortable. In fact, I feel like you’re one of the few people I can talk to.”

  “Really?” he asks, clearly pleased with himself. I look at him and watch as a delayed thought crosses his mind. “Is there someone making you uncomfortable?”

  “Well, you weren’t wrong about Brett,” I say, almost embarrassed. Brett had been coming by my cubicle constantly. He’d flirt and joke and try to make physical contact. He’d sit down on my desk and would rake his eyes over my body without so much as a single moment of consideration for me.

  “I’ll talk to him,” Boyd says. I nod in appreciation, my smile widening as he looks back at me. I turn and look back toward the bookcase. Much safer territory.

  “So, what did you want to see me for?” I ask him, picking up the book that he had previously set down on the desk. I begin looking through it again, feeling his eyes on me.

  I look up at him and meet his gaze. He truly is incredibly handsome. He’s tall, with a full head of hair although there are some traces of gray beginning to appear. His eyes pierce my own with their dark intensity. His jawline is so well defined that I imagine I’d cut myself if I trailed my finger along it. His lips are the perfect shape and size to envelop my own. A kiss so soft it would probably feel like feathers. And at the same time, it would probably radiate all the way down to my toes.

  Rationally, I know I shouldn’t be feeling this way about my boss. Despite the fact that he’s old enough to have raised me, I can already hear the Pastor’s voice in my head telling me that I’m heading in the wrong, and most certainly sinful, direction. But there’s just something about Boyd that makes me want more. And it’s the first time that I’ve ever truly wanted more. I don’t want that feeling to slip away without so much as a second glance.