“Are you changing the subject intentionally?”
Brody closed the gap Anna created between them and Anna felt her cheeks warm.
“Look, I know what you’re doing, Brody. I’m flattered, but—”
“Why’d you come here?” Brody asked with a cheeky smile.
“To show you the work we’ve done so far.”
“Ah, I thought you’d say that. So, you won’t mind that I brought Aiden?”
Anna blanched and felt her eyes widen. From behind one of the obtrusive walls, Aiden walked out looking sheepish.
“Hey Anna,” Aiden said, waving.
He looked handsome in a polo shirt and jeans despite his clearly guilty expression.
“What is this?” Anna asked, crossing her arms.
“An apology from me,” Aiden said, touching his chest.
Anna relaxed slightly, looking up at Brody and then Aiden. She was torn. While she was happy to see Aiden, a part of her wanted a moment with Brody. Now that they were both here, she had no idea who she wanted.
“I’m the mediator,” Brody said, “and I wanted to see your gorgeous face again.”
“Look, I appreciate the apology, but I’m not—You both—God, I’m not making any sense,” Anna said, touching her forehead.
“Oh,” Brody said, tilting his head to the side, a grin spreading across his face.
“Oh what?” Aiden asked, looking confused.
“I know that face,” Brody said.
“What face?” Anna asked, knotting her fingers together.
“You want—both of us,” Brody said, raising an eyebrow at her.
Anna stepped back, trying to look affronted.
“Is that true, Anna?” Aiden asked, his expression unreadable.
“I—well—crap,” Anna said, backing into a wall.
Aiden and Brody looked at each other and then back at Anna.
“We’re yours, Anna. What would you like to do with us?” Brody asked, looking at her darkly.
“What?” Anna asked, feeling chills run down her body.
“You heard him,” Aiden said, flashing her a crooked smile.
Anna straightened up, realizing they were serious. She walked closer to them and they approached her—together. She looked left at Brody and then leaned up and kissed him. It was rough and deep. She felt his hands run down her spine and cup her ass gruffly. Then she turned and kissed Aiden. It was soft, smooth like honey. He was touching her face, tangling his fingers in her hair. She could hear Brody unbuckling his pants in the background and she kept kissing Aiden.
“Take your clothes off,” Anna said to Aiden.
Aiden winked at her and obeyed. Anna pulled her dress over her head, dropping it on the floor as Aiden pulled her over to the rug.
“Well, how would like us?” Aiden asked, cupping her chin in his large hands.
“Lie down,” Anna said, breathlessly to Aiden.
Aiden obeyed and Anna climbed on top of him, after pulling off her panties. She signaled Brody over. He smiled and came over, leaning her forward and straddling her from behind. Anna could not believe it. She was filled with two of the most beautiful men she had ever seen it her life. She was soaking and Brody took inch after inch of her ass. Anna grinded slow against Aiden, feeling him swell inside of her. Aiden held her thighs, guiding her, holding her steady as she climaxed hard on top of him.
She was so slick and shaking with pleasure as Aiden pulled her into a deep kiss, and also gave Brody better access. Brody slapped her ass hard as he came loudly behind her. Brody collapsed beside them and Anna looked back down at Aiden. He flipped her over, so she was on her back looking up at him.
“You’re so beautiful,” Aiden said, biting her bottom lip.
Anna grinned into his kiss as he dove inside of her again.
“I hope you enjoyed that because I’m never sharing you again,” Aiden whispered in her ear.
Before Anna could answer, he sucked on her nipple hard, forcing her to arch her back. He stroked harder and faster inside of her until her body was coated in sweat. Anna moaned loudly as every nerve in her body was awakened under Aiden’s touch. They came together and Aiden collapsed on top of Anna. Brody laughed and Anna sat up, suddenly remembered they weren’t alone.
“And they say I’m not a romantic. Your welcome guys. Nothing like a little jealously and experimentation to bring two love birds together. Now if you’d excuse me, I have a date,” Brody said, plopping on wet kiss on Anna’s lips. “It was fun, Anna.”
Anna grinned and shoved him playfully. Brody winked at Aiden and walked away.
“No hard feelings,” Aiden yelled after him.
“Nope. I knew what you were doing with this penthouse. I get it, man. You’re ready to grow up and be a big boy. You have my blessing to do whatever you need to do. I’m just not ready yet,” Brody said, offering a mock salute and leaving them.
Aiden nodded understanding.
“What was that about?” Anna asked, turning Aiden’s head to look at her.
“Long story. I think it will be okay though.”
“I see. Do I still have a job here?”
“Of course. You can have a little more if we can start over.”
Anna looked at him, appraising him cautiously.
“Anna, I like you. It was just Brody is my best friend and we have different views about what being an adult is. I knew he liked you and I didn’t want to cause any grief between us. Can I have another chance?”
Anna took a deep breath and looked back at the space where Brody stood and then back at Aiden. He seemed sincere and truthfully, she only wanted to hook up with Brody to get back at Aiden for storming out on her. She nodded and proffered a weak smile.
“Good, I can take you to lunch if you still have time?”
“Or—Well, Brody has food here and it would be a shame to put our clothes back on so soon. I mean it is my company and you are my client so technically we’re working, right?”
Aiden grinned down at her and before she could say another word, they were tangled in each other’s arms again.
THE END
Bonus Story 13/40
The Choice
Marceline
I sighed deeply, trying to prepare myself for the night that lay ahead. This wasn’t going to be one of my typical waitressing shifts, this was going to be working with extremely rich men and women – people that had more money than sense – and I had to be top notch if I wanted the party to go well.
After all, it was the tips that kept me going, and this party held endless possibilities for that. I’d made sure in advance that I was looking my best for that exact reason. I’d pulled back my long dark hair into a French braid, I’d scrubbed and exfoliated my body to give me added confidence, and I’d even bothered to apply a cute red lipstick, which contrasted well white my pale, milky skin.
It wasn’t that I particularly got off on using my looks to get me places, but in waitressing, looking smart and presentable always equaled more respect and bigger tips. Every single time.
“You okay?” Nikki, one of my closest friends asked me. “You seem a little nervous.”
I couldn’t help but notice that she seemed completely at ease with all of this – as if hosting this sort of event was something that she did all the time. Why did I seem to be the only one that was finding this difficult?
“Yeah.” I huffed once more. “Just a little tired.”
Juggling my studies with this job – which I needed to do to fund my dream to become a lawyer – was difficult, but I didn’t have any choice. My family was too poor to be able to help me, and I was unselfish enough never to ask them. I’d been independent from a very young age, and was proud of that quality about myself.
“Come on,” she tugged on my arm, smiling. “Dominic needs to prep us.”
As our manager Dominic droned on about proper behavior, the billionaires filtered onto the yacht. This party was to celebrate some business merger or another and I was certain t
hat it was going to get nuts. I’d never seen rich people party, but I was sure that they went wild when they really got into it. Seeing all of that was one thing that I was really excited about!
Finally, we were set lose among them, holding platters of various pretentious food items. Some people were rude, and others dismissed us entirely as if we were dirt to be trampled on. That really annoyed me.
Well, it would have done under normal circumstances, but tonight I was focused on something else. There was one businessman that kept distracting me by sending me secret smiles. At first I decided that I was imagining it, but then it kept on happening, and finally I got a wink – proving to me that there was something going on here.
I didn’t know what to think about that, what I was supposed to do, but I couldn’t stop myself from grinning back on more than one occasion. He was absolutely stunning – talk, dark and very handsome – so of course I was incredibly flattered.
But it was more than that. He was sending butterflies flying all over my body. I liked him, a lot. I found him incredibly sexy.
But out of my league… obviously.
“What are you doing?” Nikki hissed at me when she caught me sending him another smile. I tried to shrug it off, but she was having none of it. “Just don’t let Brad catch you. You’ll get fired.” She wasn’t judging me, she was warning me. We’d seen more than one staff member lose their jobs for stepping over professional boundaries.
Much as I knew that she was right, I didn’t seem to be able to help myself.
Finally, as the night started to darken, the yacht turned around to go back home, and the party started to wind up, he approached me.
“You’re a pretty young thing, aren’t you?” he smirked, sending a bolt of desire racing right through me. If anyone else had said this, I would have found it sexiest and offensive, but somehow coming from him, it felt like a compliment.
“Th… thank you.” I stuttered, glancing around hoping that I wasn’t about to get caught. Talking to the clients was fine, but if anyone heard what was being said… that would be another story!
“So, are you going to tell me your name?” He moved closer to me, giving me the chance to inhale his musky scent. The way he smelt was so sexy that it actually made it hard for me to think.
“M… Marceline,” I stammered, feeling a blush fill my cheeks. “Yours?” As soon as I said this, I realized that it was probably rude. Asking the name of a billionaire was probably not the done thing. I’m sure it had been mentioned in the proper behavior speech.
“Guy.” He completely brushed over my blunder. “Now, what’s a stunning girl like you doing waitressing? Shouldn’t you be a model or something?”
“Oh, I… I don’t think so.” I grew in embarrassment, not sure how to react to such blatant flirting. I knew how I wanted to react, especially with him so close to me, but I also knew that wouldn’t be appropriate. I could not afford to lose my job over this bit of fun!
“Anyway,” I smiled weakly, already feeling sad that I had to leave. “I’d better get back to work.”
“Oh of course.” He touched my shoulder, causing me to suck in a shocked breath. “But here’s my phone number, in case you want to reconvene after the boat has docked. I’d like to see you again.”
And then he left in a breeze of expensive cologne, leaving me confused and incredibly turned on, with a business card between my fingers.
I stuffed it into my pocket, racing off to find Nikki. I needed to tell her what had just happened!
“So text him,” she hissed, as soon as I’d finished my story. “Men like him don’t come around every day.”
“I know, but… what if he’s a dick?”
She sighed deeply, knowing that I was referring to my past. My ex-boyfriend, Dylan, had been a real shit – cheating, lying, and manipulative. It had taken me a long time to walk away from him, and even longer to recover from it all.
“Not every guy is like that,” she murmured quietly. “You can’t allow your past to define you. You’ve spent too long avoiding men because of Dylan. And anyway,” she smiled at me, landing her final argument, “no one is asking you to marry him. Just have a bit of fun for crying out loud!”
As she left the bathroom, she’d given me a ton to think about. My body was gagging for that hunk, but my brain was trying to be smart.
I wondered which one was going to win…
*****
Hugh
I spotted the gorgeous, dark-haired waitress from the very first second that the party started. I immediately knew that I wanted to take her home, and I knew that I would end up doing so because I always got what I wanted.
But then I had to do the rounds chatting to the other guests, and she had to work, and I completely lost track of her.
It was only when I went looking for her once more, to ask her out, that I’d spotted her talking to and laughing with Guy, my friend and business rival. I knew in that moment that all was lost. He was handsome in the muscular rugged type of way, and extremely charismatic. The opposite of me. I was good looking too, but in a more understated, preppy way, and I was quieter than him too. Sure, I was just as determined and successful, and I did always get my way, but I didn’t go about it in the over-the-top fashion that Guy did.
I wouldn’t be able to compete now that he’d stuck his claws in.
As soon as I saw my mystery woman talking to him, I knew that she’d never be mine – not that night anyway. I would have to come up with another method if I wanted her too. It wouldn’t be tonight, but I was sure that I could have her at another time.
And as I watched her blush at something he said, a steely determination took over me that I absolutely would have her. I would do everything within my power to make her desire me, to make her crave me.
I stalked away and quickly found my personal assistant to send him on a mission. I adored my PA; he was great at this sort of unexpected task. He never asked questions, or judged me; he would always just do as I asked. I knew he’d get this job done, and I trusted him implicitly.
Tonight however, I would have to settle for growing increasingly jealous and pissed off at the thought of Guy and her together. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to think about anything else, and I decided that the only way I could deal with that was by getting stinking drunk.
“Whiskey,” I growled at the barman, just as I saw Guy walk away from her, having just handed her his card. “Double. On the rocks.”
*****
Guy
As soon as I received a text from little Miss Marceline, I knew that it was game on. I’d known that she would meet me from the boat, that she would agree to a drink, and that we would end up back at my townhouse. I could just tell by the way her eyes had lit up at the sight of me, and by the way she’d shone as I spoke to her. She liked me, a lot, and for that I was glad.
We met up again as planned. But I had no idea how much I would like her! She was so much more than all of the usual airhead women that I slept with. We were usually just using one another – me for their bodies, them for the life that I might turn around and offer them – but Marceline was different. She wasn’t just sexy and sweet, she was incredibly intelligent too. She captivated me for her mind and spirit, as well as her rocking body.
We’d just had a long conversation about opera, and now we were discussing classic literature. She challenged me in a way that I hadn’t been challenged for a very long time, and I liked her all the more because of it. I found myself wanting to know everything that there was to know about her – which was weird, because normally I stopped as soon as I knew their names.
I could tell that she was growing to like me more and more too, because she becoming increasingly comfortable and happy with me.
After our third tumbler of champagne, I finally leant in and pressed my lips against hers. I’d wanted to do it for an extremely long time, but this moment just felt right. It felt perfect.
She responded shyly at first, as if she wasn’t quite s
ure what she should be doing, but she soon lost herself – kissing me hungrily and passionately, sparking emotions inside of me that I hadn’t felt for a long time.
I pulled back for a second, just to look at her. She looked raw, exposed, and all I wanted to do was devour her completely.
My brain was telling me that if I really liked this girl, then I should take it slowly, but then she groaned in pleasure and my resolve went out the window.
Our clothes shed in a blur, and soon we were both completely naked and entwined on the sofa. I did wonder if Marceline always moved this quickly – she certainly didn’t seem the type – but quickly pushed that thought aside. It didn’t matter, if something was ever going to become of this then it would anyway – regardless if we slept together now or not.
I trailed my fingers up her thighs, feeling her gasp and wiggle beneath me. As I finally found her hot, wet opening, and pushed my fingers in to explore that, her body buckled beneath me, making me feel like the sexiest, most powerful man alive. Her gasping and panting heated up my belly, and I claimed her once more with my mouth while I explored all that she had for me.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whispered. I started to experiment, to see what worked for her. I ran kisses down her body, finding her nipples with my teeth. Clearly, she was becoming overwhelmed with all of the sensations, because she couldn’t grasp her breath for long enough to reply. Her nails digging deeply into my back told me all that I needed to know.
Then, as I flicked my tongue over her breasts, she totally surprised me by reaching out and grabbing onto my thick length, running her fingers up and down it. I lost myself in her touch for a few moments, just closing my eyes and letting her play with me, but it quickly became too much.
“Stop.” I panted, pulling her off me. I wanted to feel all of her before the night was out. “Not yet. Too close.”
I watched her face intently as I teased her entrance. She wanted me, badly, but she didn’t want to ask for it. She was trying to stay composed, but her facial expression occasionally broke, giving her away. She wanted me, desperately.
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