Secretly, I hoped she’d say no, but she nodded, surprising me.
Ian pulled his shirt off before taking off his pants. “I’ve fed one pussy this morning. Now I’ll feed my cock into that sweet ass of yours if you like.”
I held her in my arms as he came behind her.
“Have you ever had two cocks before?” The growl in my voice was mostly because I really didn’t want to share.
“No,” she said.
“Take off my pants,” I ordered her.
She bent between us to do so and I gave Ian a warning glare. His brows shot up, but he held up hands in surrender.
She’s mine, I mouthed. He grinned but nodded.
“Suck me, baby,” I commanded.
She did as I asked, and I might have come in her mouth. Instead, I drew her up. Ian cupped her breasts as I claimed her mouth. He urged her to wrap her legs around me. I raised her higher in order to probe her entrance. Then Ian helped her slide down my cock. I groaned. At this angle I got deeper than before.
Ian’s fingers probed her other hole. He worked her as I bounced her on my dick. When his eyes met mine, I froze deep inside her. Her cunt had a vice grip on my cock, forcing me closer to the edge sooner than I wanted to be there.
“Are you ready, baby? Ian is going to take that sweet ass of yours.”
He was big, but not as thick as I was. She sucked in air as I felt him push inside her. Then I motioned for him to lean on my desk. We’d done this move before, only on a bed. He found purchase on the desk as I pulled out and left her in his arms, his dick buried in her ass. He held her against his chest while he played with her tight nipples.
I let him rock into her a few times until I moved and lined up my cock to invade her tight pussy again. I rammed home, angry I had to share. When her eyes widened, I remembered to slow my pace. I bent over, caging her between us as I slowly slid in and out of her. “Do you like us both being inside you?”
She was tighter than ever with Ian buried in her ass. The friction was pushing me too close to the edge. “Yes,” she said.
I kissed her hard and started to move as she moaned louder.
“Fuck,” Ian grunted.
I sat up to lift her hips, making it easier for Ian and I to move in and out of her. It didn’t take long to get her there.
“I’m going to come,” she cried out.
When her channel closed down tight on me, I lost my load deep within her. Ian cursed as he came too. When we were done, she was dripping with our release.
I leaned over and kissed her again, needing her horizontal, so my boys had a chance to impregnate her.
But I wasn’t done. Before I carried her back to my bed, where we stayed for the rest of the weekend, I sent Ian away. I was done with sharing and I didn’t call him back until it was time to say goodbye to her. I wasn’t yet ready to let her go. But I had to.
“Ian is going to drive you home.” I couldn’t because she’d never make it out of my garage.
“What about my job?”
Ian eyed me. I couldn’t buy a corporation on a whim. I’d misled her a little there.
“You’re going to have to go to work tomorrow.”
Her eyes widened. “But—” she sputtered, betrayal written on her face.
I held up a hand to silence her. “You are going to quit and come to work for me.”
“You promised,” she complained.
“I did and I swear I will keep my promise.” When her accusatory gaze didn’t let up, I added, “Trust me. Once I’ve bought it, you will have the honor and privilege of telling him who the new owner is.”
She relented, giving me a smile. I took the opportunity to kiss her again. I wasn’t sure how I could work knowing she’d be somewhere in the building. But I would put Ian in charge of getting her a position. There was no way I could let anyone at the company know that I’d branded her as mine. If everything went right, my child was already growing inside her—or would be before the month was out.
Seven
Chloe
Ian drove me home and I didn’t speak, even though he kept up a steady stream of sentences. There were several times I wanted to tell him to shut up. I’d told Ryan I wanted to quit my job. But the truth was, I wanted to stay where I was. It was Hugh I’d wanted to be the one who had to quit. I felt hollow inside. The wonderful weekend I’d just spent with Ryan soured as I hoped he hadn’t played me. I’d smiled when he’d told me the news, but I wasn’t truly happy about it. Had everything been a lie just to get me in his bed?
Tears pricked the backs of my lids and, when we finally pulled up in front of my apartment, I opened the car door and scurried out. Ian yelled after me, trying to get me to stop, but I didn’t listen. My goal was to get to my door and lock myself inside before I had my little breakdown.
I locked the door behind me as I heard Ian on the other side. “Chloe, let me in.”
“No.”
“Come on,” he begged.
“No. Just go away.”
“I’m not going anywhere until I know you’re okay.”
“I’m fine. Now leave.”
“You don’t sound fine. I would feel much better if you’d let me in. Please.”
“Ian, I don’t want to let you in. I’d rather be alone right now.”
“Chloe, you don’t understand what’s going on.”
“I think I do. You two used me. Ryan lied to me after promising he was a man of his word. I’m not even sure I should quit my job. What if I don’t have another one waiting for me? Then where will I be? Broke and unemployed, that’s where.”
“Please, Chloe, if you let me in, I can call Ryan and he can explain.”
“I don’t think so. He had his chance. Now go away.”
Tom the cat rubbed against my ankles, so I picked him up and carried him to my bedroom, where I lay on the bed and gave my tears free rein. It wasn’t that bad. Okay, my feelings were hurt, but I was more pissed off than anything else that I’d been lied to. If I rationalized things, the trade-off hadn’t been half bad. I’d had the best sex of my life and maybe that was why I was so miffed. I wanted more of Ryan.
Sure, Ian was great too, but Ryan was the one I’d attached myself to. He was the one I truly wanted. I’d love him to crawl over here and beg me to come back to him. Like that would ever happen.
My phone buzzing jarred me out of those thoughts and when I checked out the number it showed up as one I didn’t recognize.
“Hello?”
“Chloe, let me in. I’m outside your door.”
“Ryan?”
“Yes. Open the door.”
“Um, I don’t think so.”
“Why not?”
“Because you’ll just kiss me or something and then tell me some crazy story about buying Hugh’s company and I’ll believe you. Then I’ll quit my job and be homeless in a couple of weeks because I’ll be unemployed and unable to pay my rent.”
A deep chuckle came back to me, causing my skin to pebble in goosebumps. Even his laugh was sexy. Damn him.
“You won’t be homeless. Tell you what. Will you believe me if I send over an employment contract?”
“A what?”
“A contract. It will state everything about your new job, including your salary. All you have to do is sign it. But for God’s sake, let me in.”
“Er, okay. Are you a Boy Scout?”
“That would be a no. Why?”
“Can you at least do the Boy Scout honor thing for me?”
“I can do whatever you ask of me.”
I swung my door open and he stood there with his phone raised to his ear. “Is this the Boy Scout thing you wanted?” He held up two fingers.
“Actually, it’s three fingers, but I’ll accept that for the effort.”
He stepped into my apartment and reached for me, but I moved away. “Not so fast, speedy.”
“What’s the problem now?”
“I want to hear about my new job first. You know, so I can deci
de if I want to take it or not.”
He pointed his index finger at me. “You drive a hard bargain.”
“I believe you’re the one who is hard, not me.” I glanced down at that impressive bulge of his. I knew all the ways he could get me off with it. “But, yeah, I need to know because it’s my livelihood we’re discussing.” I crossed my arms and waited.
“That’s fair. It’s a job that… wait. What exactly did you do for Hugh?”
“I’m a copy-editor at the magazine. And a damn good one.”
“Good. Excellent. We can always use great copy-editors.”
“For which publication?”
He stared just a little too long before he answered. “It wouldn’t be for a publication. I need one for in-house business communications. Don’t worry. I’ll compensate you much better than you were getting paid before and your hours will be better.”
“How do you know that?”
“Just trust me. So is your interest level still high?”
It didn’t take much thinking on my part. If my salary would be higher and the hours better, what did I have to lose? “How much are you willing to pay me?”
“Let’s just say I’ll double your salary.”
Was this guy for real? Double my salary? “Is this a joke?”
“No joke. All you have to do is say yes, and then look over the contract,” he said while typing on his phone. Then he looked up at me. “You can sign it and email it back. Ian should be sending it out to you right away. He began drafting it up as I was driving over here. I’m serious about this, Chloe. I may have misled you slightly, but I do want to take care of you as far as this goes. And eventually, you’ll be able to tell Hugh who the new owner of the company is. If, at that time, you want to go back to your previous position, you can do so then.”
“Even at the higher salary?”
“Yes. I wouldn’t take that away from you.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Why what?”
“Why are you being so nice to me?”
He reached for me again, and this time I didn’t stop him. “I kind of think what happened between us was somewhat special. And I’d like to see you again. I believe you don’t do that by mistreating people.” Then his mouth landed on mine and who was I to refuse the heat of his kiss and the warm silky tongue sliding against mine? “I know you only left me a short time ago, but I want you again. Will you let me have you?”
“Since when did you ask? I thought you were more of the dom kind of guy.”
He chuckled. “You like that about me, don’t you?”
“I stayed the whole weekend, didn’t I?”
He pressed his hips into mine. “I can’t wait to flog that perfect ass of yours. To see it nice and rosy after I’m done.”
“Yes, please.”
“Yes, please, what?” he asked.
“Yes, please, sir.”
“Much better. Show me your bedroom.”
He followed behind me as I led the way. When we walked through the door, he said, “Strip.” I obeyed. “Are you getting wet yet?”
“Yes, sir.” I glanced down to see the outline of his erection through his jeans, long, thick, and hard. I reached for it, but his voice stopped me.
“You only get to touch me when I say it’s okay.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Show me how wet you are.”
I dipped a finger between my thighs and showed him what was on it. He spun me around and said, “Now suck that finger.” When I stuck it in my mouth, he pinched one of my nipples, harder than it had ever been pinched, but didn’t release it. I wanted to squeal but didn’t. “What’s your safe word?”
“Tom.”
“Good girl.”
Then he probed my pussy with his fingers, playing with my clit mercilessly until I begged for release. Only at the point of orgasm, he’d stop. During this entire episode, he still had my nipple in a vise. By this time the pain had stopped, replaced by numbness.
He started on my clit again and again, until finally he allowed me to orgasm. But when he did, he released his hold on my nipple and covered my mouth as I screamed my release. My nipple fired with a million electrical sensations that seemingly were connected to my clit and my blood sang with my release. I went limp in his arms as I sagged after my climax.
“Don’t even think I’m done with you yet.”
I couldn’t speak as he positioned me on the bed and I heard the sound of his zipper being tugged down. It sent shivers racing down my spine. His foot spread my legs apart as he opened me wide. Then his hands did the same with my cheeks. I felt his fingers spreading my juices around as one finger nudged inside of my puckered hole. I squirmed until he said, “Don’t forget your safe word if you want to use it.”
“Yes, sir.”
The first crack of his palm sent my back arching and one leg lifting.
“Stay still.” He rubbed the cheek he’d hit. Then he smacked the other one, but I was ready. Right after the next one, his finger took the plunge, followed by his dick. He held my hips tightly to the bed as he thrust over and over like an animal. It was rough and raw, but I craved it. I’d never had such amazing sex until Ryan, and I wanted it like this from now on.
My pelvis rubbed the bed at the perfect angle. I wanted to say, “More, more.” But I knew better. I’d learned over the weekend if I asked for anything, he’d stop and deny me. I was so close, my orgasm bearing down on me. My nipples scraped across the sheets and I nearly screamed, but I held it back. My inner muscles convulsed, gripping and clenching his cock so tight, he cried out, “Yes, that’s right, Chloe.”
My fingers dug into the mattress as I came. I didn’t want this orgasm to end, but it did.
Ryan pulled out, smearing his cum over my pussy. “I love to see you dripping with me.” He rolled me over and kissed me. “We’ll not be able to do this at work.”
“Really? I had no idea,” I said, laughing. “I had this impression that we would be fucking all day long.”
“Just the thought makes me harder. You bent over my desk, and me using a ruler on that ass of yours. We might have to make that one exception.”
Hmm… maybe we might.
Monday morning, when I went into work, I marched to my desk with a good-sized box and packed up all my belongings. Then I went to my boss’ office. He was in there with a scowl on his face. It made me happy to know I was only going to add to that scowl.
I knocked on the door and he looked up.
“What is it, Chloe?”
“I just wanted to let you know that I tendered my resignation today. You should have it in your email inbox.”
“Your resignation?”
“Yep,” I said, unable to contain a smile.
“What do you mean?”
“It means I resign.”
“But why?”
“Because you put absurd requirements on your employees. Like what you asked me to do last Friday was ridiculous. No other employer that I am aware of would do that. You have overworked me and underpaid me for the last time. Thus, I quit, effective immediately. Have a nice day.” I left the word asshole off. As I turned to leave, he tried to stop me, but I kept walking. There was a great sense of empowerment knowing I had thrown his crummy job in his face. I couldn’t ever remember smiling so much as when I left this building.
Eight
Ryan
It had been hard leaving Chloe last night. I’d tucked her in and forced myself to go. Once I’d gotten home, it was too quiet. I couldn’t sleep. Every time I’d closed my eyes, I’d remembered my sweet girl and the way her pussy clamped around my dick. Fucking her had been mind-blowing.
Due to the lack of sleep, the following morning I was grumpy as hell. Having Ian crowding me in front of my desk as I waited on an answer only pissed me off more.
My office was large with a view of the city through floor-to-ceiling windows behind me. There was no reason he had to hover over me.
“Did she show up?�
�� I repeated. I hadn’t been sure she would.
“I said she’s here,” he snapped.
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Do you have a problem with me?”
“She’s a good girl, Ryan. Don’t fuck this up.”
“What’s it to you?” The words came out preceding a growl.
“Like I said. Don’t fuck her over.”
I sat back and thought for a second. “She’ll never accept me once she’s figured it all out,” I said.
“Trust me, she will. She didn’t let me in her apartment. You ride over there like her white knight and she welcomes you into her home. The poor girl is already in love with you. You have that effect on women.”
“You’re wrong about her.”
“And you’re blind,” he shot back. “By the way, I’m going to see Alexa.”
I steepled my hands. Alexa was a switch Ian and I had played with. It had been fun breaking her and getting her on her knees to bow before me, but she’d caught feelings. I’d had to let her go and she hadn’t been happy about it. She’d moved out of state to get as far away from me as she could.
“You can’t handle her.”
His eyes held mine. “We’ll see about that.”
I licked my lips. “It’s your funeral. Now where did you put Chloe?”
“She’s in the marketing department.”
“How does she like it?”
He shrugged. “I get the feeling she misses her job at the magazine.”
“And where do we stand on buying the company?”
“Your cousin was missing all weekend. His people couldn’t get in touch with him.”
I groaned. “No doubt he was trying to knock someone up.” If Chloe didn’t get pregnant, I was the one who’d be fucked.
“You could always try more than one woman,” Ian said.
I didn’t want anyone else. I was starting to think I didn’t care about Grandfather’s money. It wasn’t like I needed it. The only thing I’d wanted was to beat my cousin out of it.
My desk phone chirped, and my admin’s voice came over the line. “Mr. Witmore, you have a meeting in five minutes in the lower conference room.”
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