by Melinda Minx
Elise bites her lip. “At least...at least we won’t have to wait months to be together.”
I laugh. “Yeah, that’s probably the only silver lining here.”
We both smile, and I’m almost glad I’m getting blackmailed. We have to tell the truth, and any damage that the truth does to Sencorp won’t be my fault. Not directly at least.
There’s urgent knocking at the door. I open it.
My secretary looks at me with a worried expression. “Um, Mr. Thorn, there’s--uhm--”
She looks at Elise, and her eyes bulge. “Mr. Fleischmann--you need to go to meet with the board members.”
Elise gives me a worried look as my secretary walks quickly away. Elise looks down and pulls her phone out of her bag. “Shit!”
“What?” I ask.
“Hugo just texted me,” she says. “Security was checking everyone’s bags on the way out. They found the hard copies--”
My mind races. “Go home, Elise. Wait for me there. You don’t want to be here right now.”
“But--”
“Go!”
I rush toward the boardroom. I see a lot of people whispering, and many eyes looking up at me as I pass by.
Fuck.
As I near the boardroom, I feel hands grab tightly to my arm. I turn around and see Nadine behind me. Her face is full of fury, and her eyes stare daggers through me.
“Nadine--”
“Shut the fuck up,” she hisses.
She pulls me into her office and slams the door.
“Tell me it’s not true,” she says.
“It’s true, but--”
“You fucking sexually assaulted my daughter in the conference room?”
“What? No! I didn’t assault anyone...and we never did anything at work--”
“Jesus, Hunt.”
“What did they tell you?”
“So you are fucking my daughter? Just not in the office? My eighteen-year-old daughter?”
“It’s not like that, Nadine, it’s…”
She lets out a cold, bitter laugh. “Oh, it’s different, huh? It’s worth fucking up everything, losing Sencorp over? Even if this really is different, how the fuck could you do this while married to me?”
I bite down so hard my jaw hurts. “We stopped...I didn’t know she was your daughter the first time, so we stopped.”
“Wow,” Nadine says. “Amazing restraint, I’m so impressed that you stopped.”
“She’s important to me, Nadine,” I say. “I really care--”
“Fuck you, Hunt,” she hisses. “I’ll see you in the boardroom.”
“Wait, you can’t, Fleischmann is--”
“Get the fuck out of my office!”
She shoves me with both hands, and my back slams into the door.
I put my hand on the handle and start to turn it, but stop before opening the door. “Hate me all you want, but do not trust Fleischmann--”
“Out!”
I step out into the hall. I wait outside her office for a few moments, then walk across to the boardroom.
Everyone is seated and waiting for me. Fleischmann acts as shocked as everyone else when I enter, but he looks up at me--just for a split second--with a smug grin.
Nadine comes in behind me, before anyone else can speak.
Many board members give her sympathetic looks, and she shoves past me before sitting down at the head of the table.
My seat is empty--I don’t intend to sit down.
“Alright,” Nadine says. “We all know why we’re here.”
Everyone looks nervously away from Nadine, and some flash me admonishing glares.
“So,” Nadine says, “we’re voting to relieve Mr. Thorn of his co-CEO position.”
Someone raises their hand, Angela Meyers.
“What is it, Angela?” Nadine snaps.
“I...I understand what happened with, um--”
“With my daughter, who is barely an adult?” Nadine says, glowering.
“Yes,” Angela says, frowning, “It’s unprofessional...but I feel obligated to mention that Mr. Thorn has been turning Sencorp around. Our stock is going up again, and I’ve been keeping a close eye on what he’s doing. Aside from this, um, transgression, he’s been--”
“Transgression?” Nadine says, standing and jabbing a finger at Angela. “He slept with my daughter. While married to me, no less--an intern working under him. He abused his authority and is treating this whole thing as a game. Even if you overlook what he did with my daughter, he made hard copies of sensitive materials and asked his interns to take them out of the building. That alone is grounds for dismissal.”
“We’ll hold a vote,” Gary Miller says. “All in favor of dismissing Mr. Thorn of his duties, raise your hand.”
Many hands--Nadine’s included--shoot up. Hands keep raising until it’s split fifty-fifty.
I notice Fleischmann is sitting there, stroking his chin and looking confused. He’s not raising his hand. He really doesn’t want to be connected to this at all, the fucking bastard.
“The measure won’t pass if it’s a tie,” Nadine says, glaring at everyone who doesn’t raise their hand.
“I’m going to abstain,” someone says, shrugging.
“One more,” Nadine says.
Finally, another hand goes up. It’s not Fleischmann’s.
“Done,” Nadine says.
“Hunter, you’re gone.”
“Alright,” I say. “Just look at--”
“Gone!” Nadine shouts. “You don’t get to make a concession speech, you’re irrelevant. Go!”
“Who benefits from this?” I ask. “And who had security check the interns on the way out--?”
“Out!” Nadine says, pointing at the door.
I walk out. Two security guards are standing outside.
“We’re here to escort you out of the building,” one says.
“I think I know the way out.”
“With respect, sir,” one says, frowning. “It’s not optional.”
“Fine.”
They walk with me to my office, so I can grab my things. They must be here so I don’t touch the computer.
“We need to check your briefcase before you leave,” one of the guards says.
I sigh and hand them my briefcase. “There’s no Sencorp documents in here.”
They check through my briefcase anyway, pulling out some papers. Finally they hand it back to me and escort me to the elevator, then out through the lobby.
I’m out on the street now, and Elise is probably getting an earful from Nadine.
Fleischmann has exactly what he wants now. Nadine might stand some chance at saving Sencorp, but she will be so blinded with anger toward me that she’ll have to undo most of what I’ve done as a matter of principle.
I decide to go get my things from Nadine’s apartment while I still can.
While I’m there, my phone vibrates. I check it and see a text from Elise.
“Mom didn’t fire me. What should I do?”
What is she asking me? It’s a vague question. She shouldn’t do anything via text message, it could be how Fleischmann found out about us.
“Meet me at my place,” I text back.
10
Elise
“Tell her it’s over,” Hunter says.
“What?” I say, exasperated. “Hunter, we just lost everything to not have to hide it any longer, so why would we pretend now?”
“Because,” he says, “we still have to save Sencorp and fuck over Fleischmann. You’re the only one who can do it now. You have to get your mom to see reason. Is Hugo still there?”
“Yes,” I say. “We were all given a stern warning, but you were blamed for taking the documents out of the office. We were just following orders.”
“Alright,” he says. “Let me show you everything I had planned. You have to get your mom to think this is all your idea--that it’s not coming from me--and help her pull it off. Do you understand?”
“I do�
��” I say. “But Hunter, can’t I just come clean with her? I don’t want to hide our relationship anymore.”
“She’s not ready to hear it,” he says. “You have to let her anger die down. We can see each other...but you can’t tell your mom. Not yet.”
“She won’t believe me,” I say. “She—”
“Tell her I broke up with you then. That I dumped you. Whatever.”
I grab his forearm and squeeze, digging my nails into his skin. “It’s not whatever, Hunter! She’s mad because she thinks you took advantage of me! If you just dump me like a sack of potatoes, then she’ll think she was right all along.”
“Ask yourself what is most important to your mom.”
I sigh. “The fucking company.”
“Right,” he says. “So if we pull this off, she’ll see we did it by working together. We can tell her after the fact, and she’ll realize that we did it to save Sencorp. She’ll see that what’s between us is real.”
We spend the next few hours going over everything. The fate of a multi-billion dollar corporation is being put into my hands. A lowly intern in her first semester of college.
Hunter finally leans back and sighs. “That’s all I can do for now. I’m exhausted.”
I sit down on his lap and curl up against his wide, strong chest. “So let’s take a rest.”
His masculine scent makes me feel so safe and secure. It overpowers me.
He grabs hold of my waist and presses his chin to my head. “I’m almost too exhausted to fuck.”
I laugh, but feel slightly disappointed. “We thought we’d have to wait for months and months, Hunter, and finally we are free to be with each other. And you’re too tired? I guess you really are just an old man.”
He tugs me forward, and my right leg is thrown over his lap so that I’m straddling him, looking him straight in the face. His eyes are intense.
He smirks. “I said I was almost too exhausted. That just means we’ll have to skip the foreplay.”
I crush my lips against his, and my hands move automatically to his cut abs. I feel his muscular contours through his shirt, and he grabs my knees, then runs his hands up my skirt and along my thighs.
Everything else might be going to hell, but at least we have each other.
His hand goes straight between my legs, and I gasp even as I kiss him. I tug at his belt in response, and he lifts me up and throws me down onto the couch.
He stands up and takes off his belt. I pull my own clothes off as fast as I can, while Hunter does the same.
Soon, we’re both naked. His muscular, tattooed body is waiting for me to take it, and I start to tug at him. He’s too solid for me to move.
“What are you doing?” he asks.
“Lay down on the floor,” I say.
“Oh? The intern is in charge now?”
“Yes,” I say. “You put me in charge, remember? So get on the floor, sir.”
He lays down on the floor, his cock semi-hard against his muscular thigh.
I crouch down on my knees beside him, and I grasp him by the base of his dick. He closes his eyes as I cup his balls with one hand and run my other hand up his warm and wide-girthed length.
His cock stiffens in my hand, rising up until it’s hard and extending past his belly button. I squeeze it for grip as I throw a leg over his thigh and straddle him.
I pull his cock up so that it’s at a right-angle to the floor--straight up--and I position myself above it.
“You use a vibrator,” he says, “and suddenly you’re all about riding me?”
“I never used the vibrator,” I say. “You idiot. I was just trying to make you feel bad.”
He laughs.
“You don’t want me on top?”
“I do,” he says. “I’ll fuck you from any angle, Elise, it’s all good.”
“You’re such a romantic,” I say, grinning.
I rub his cock across my lips. There’s a drop of pre-come on his head now, and it slides slick and warm against me.
I feel my own intense wetness as I lower myself down onto his rock-hard rod. It spreads my lips and slides into me. I keep my legs flexed, afraid to lower myself too quickly. He’s so big that I have to take my time.
He squeezes my ass with both hands as I lower myself down onto him.
“Fuck, you’re tight and wet,” he says.
I squeeze his dick below me--the part of it that’s not yet inside me--and then reach down to his balls. I lower myself the final few inches, until I’m sitting on top of him with his big cock buried deep inside me.
He runs his hands up my sides, and he cups my breasts from below. He runs his hands slowly across my breasts until they reach my sensitive nipples. He squeezes me, and I shudder. My pussy tenses and squeezes his cock.
“God, Elise, that’s so good.”
“You like when I squeeze you?” I ask. “Daddy?”
“Come on,” he says. “Really?”
“I think Mommy is going to divorce you very soon, it might be the last time I can call you that.”
He laughs. “After I’m not actually your stepfather, you can call me Daddy all you want.”
I flex, squeezing his cock so tightly that his eyes roll back into his head. “So you like it when I call you that?”
He grabs my hips and presses into me. I feel him slide in a bit deeper, and I gasp.
“Fucking ride me,” he says.
“Yes, sir,” I say.
I press my knees into the ground and raise my body, and I start to move up and down his shaft. It’s soaked with my juices, and I continue sliding up and down, my ass slapping onto his legs each time I move down.
I look down at him as I ride, his eyes locked onto my breasts, which are bouncing up and down as I slap against him.
I move as fast as I can. I thought I’d have to wait so long to be with Hunter again, and I can hardly believe that I’m on top of him with his big cock sliding in and out of me. I don’t have the patience to go slow, I just want to squeeze all the cum right out of him as fast as I can.
I ride him for a few minutes, but Hunter is not the kind of man to be dominated. Suddenly he sits up, his cock still buried deep inside me. He grabs my waist and stands up, never leaving me.
He holds me up in his strong arms, and he moves toward the window. He shoves my back against the cool glass, and I wrap my legs around him until my heels are digging into his back. I hold my hands together behind his neck, and his cock digs deep into me as he starts to fuck me furiously against the big window.
I scream and laugh as his cock drills me against the glass. The whole city of millions is below us, but for this moment, we’re the only two who matter.
He fucks me hard and fast, his bare skin sliding against mine. His cock throbs against my inner walls, and soon his cum is pumping up into me.
“Hunter!” I scream, digging my nails deep into his strong, muscled back.
My wetness surges like a wave as he pumps me full of his seed. I flex my legs to move against him as best I can, I want to feel him as much as humanly possible.
I cum so hard that I slam my head against the glass as I scream. I hit it so hard I’m worried the window will break. Falling down seventy floors would be nothing compared to this mind-blowing, toe-curling orgasm.
When we both have finished cumming, our heavy breathing is the only sound. He holds me pinned against the window for a few moments, and then he lowers us down until he’s on his back again, with me on top of him.
“Right back where we started,” I say, panting.
“Yeah,” he says. “You’re still in charge.”
His eyes widen. “Fuck!”
“What?” I ask, stroking his hair. “What’s wrong?”
“I...I just realized something. I have to go!”
“What the hell? Were you thinking about some business crap while we were making love?”
I pull off of him, and his cock slips out of me. I fall down beside him onto the floor. We can see the wh
ite clouds through the window.
He grins. “No, but when I cum, my mind clears out. It’s like it reboots. Something just occurred to me...something I couldn’t piece together before. By the way, did you say ‘making love’ just now?”
I give him a serious look.
He reaches up and strokes my cheek, then holds me by the chin. “You think I won’t say it?”
“I don’t know.”
“I love you, Elise.”
He gives an infuriating smirk, as if he only said it because I doubted he would.
“You mean it?” I ask.
“I say I love you, and that’s how you respond?”
“You’re not just saying it to--”
“I love you,” he says. “Now how do you respond?”
I roll my eyes, mostly to stop myself from crying tears of joy. “I love you, too.”
I start to cry now.
He rubs the tears from my cheek. “Come on, it will be fine.”
“I know,” I say. “I’m just so happy.”
He smiles. “Good, hold onto that. We’ve got some rough few weeks ahead of us. You sure you’re up for what I’ve asked...you don’t have to--”
“I’m up for it,” I say. “My mom is kind of a bitch, but I don’t want to see her lose everything. Though she could have, like, I don’t know, waited a day or two before firing you. To cool off. Maybe then she’d have realized what a shitty plan it was.”
Hunter sighs. “She cares about you, too, Elise.”
“In her own twisted way, I guess.”
“She thinks she’s protecting you. She’s mostly angry with me.”
“She was pretty angry with me before I left, Hunter.”
“Well,” I say. “Let’s do what we can for her. If anything, it will be worth it to stick it to Gideon Fleischmann.”
“Fuck that guy,” I say, laughing. “Ewww!”
“What?”
“I just got a really gross mental image.”
Hunter’s face scrunches up, and he laughs. “Thanks, I just got the same image. Definitely gross.”
He gets up and grabs his clothes. “I do have to go now, though.”
“So what did you figure out?”
“I figured out how Fleischmann found out about us. It’s time for some payback.”
