Takedown: A Naughty Angel Tale

by Alexis Angel

  Takedown

  A Naughty Angel Tale

  Alexis Angel

  Naughty Angel Publishing

  Takedown

  A Naughty Angel Tale

  By Alexis Angel

  Copyright 2017 by Naughty Angel Publishing

  All rights reserved

  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work is intended for adults only.

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  Contents

  1. Macy

  2. Toby

  3. Macy

  4. Toby

  5. Macy

  A Special Treat From Alexis

  Jake

  Jake

  Layla

  Layla

  Jake

  1

  Macy

  “Okay, Macy. Hit me with it. How crazy is this day going to be?”

  I balance my tablet on my arm while holding my coffee cup in the same hand so I can swipe through Toby’s Monday morning schedule with the other. I’m telling you, It’s a vital skill for a production assistant. Especially when you just got hired by one of the biggest shows currently on TV.

  Since I’ve started working under Toby on A Cunning Linguist, I’ve gotten really good at doing things one-handed. While imagining working under Toby.

  And just like that, I’ve already ruined my panties and the day has just begun. Seriously, working with this guy is turning me into a dripping, horny mess.

  Focus, Macy. For fuck’s sake, don’t lose this job. There’ll be plenty of time to fantasize about all things Toby later. At home. Alone. Ugh.

  I clear my throat, hoping he can’t tell how crazy he makes me. I swear, the pheromones are probably coming off me in waves. “Eight-thirty meeting with Jake, ten o’clock with the next guest, and eleven with—” I pause and glance up at my boss as we walk at a steady clip down the long hall of the studio. I almost hate to tell him. “—the head of programming.”

  He groans. “Way to start a Monday morning, Macy.”

  A laugh bubbles up. In the week since I’ve started working for Toby and the show’s host, Jake, neither have had anything good to say about the guy. “He can’t be that bad, Toby.”

  Toby levels me with a stare that tells me just how bad he thinks he is. And dammit, if that stare doesn’t get me all revved up again. This guy. Seriously, have you ever met a guy that just radiates raw sexuality without even trying? It’s crazy. Toby is, like, one of the only men I’ve ever known that can get me wet with nothing more than a look. And when he speaks? That voice vibrates straight down to my clit.

  Yeah, keeping it together and not jumping on for a ride takes superhuman effort.

  Toby sips his own coffee. Black and strong. “Well, at least he won’t be hitting on you. Jake and I have been through more than enough assistants lately because of that man. We’ve implemented a strict non-fraternization policy thanks to him.”

  My eyebrows fly up, and I press a hand to my heart, going for pure melodrama. “No fraternization? I’m devastated. Oh, wait,” I say, narrowing my eyes as I pretend another thought hit me. “This doesn’t apply to you and Jake, does it? And here I was hoping I might get promoted to quality assurance.”

  Toby busts out laughing and gives me a sexy little wink. “I’m sure we could work something out, Macy. You’re only the most efficient assistant ever. If you’re worried about the quality of our product, all you have to do is speak up. I’d be happy to provide a sample.”

  I try to ignore the burst of butterflies currently exploding in my stomach. Because holy fucking orgasms, Batman. Let me just stop right here and tell you a little more about this show I now work for.

  A Cunning Linguist.

  It’s a late night talk show. Kind of like Dr. Phil. If Dr. Phil were a sexy as hell psychologist with a magic tongue. This doctor, Jake Kent, is a straight up love doctor. Who administers his prescriptions personally by going down on the guest of the day and giving them outrageously mind-blowing orgasms.

  Crazy, right? Like, not even possible. Yeah, I didn’t believe it either until a week ago. I figured it was some marketing gimmick. Nope. Jake dives right in there and gets the job done.

  And Toby here? He’s Jake’s right hand man. Like the Cunning Linguist in training. I have no doubt in my mind that if he offered up a sample, I’d find the product to be of the highest quality.

  Thrown off balance by the boldness of my teasing, and Toby’s equally explicit reply, I stumble in my brand new Manolos and nearly get a face full of concrete.

  But Toby’s fast. He reaches out to steady me, and we stand there for a minute, his hand around my waist for what might be considered a few seconds too long. By some people. Sure as hell not by me. When he removes it, I can still feel the heat radiating out from where he touched me.

  “Yeah, keeping you in line is going to be far from easy. Wish I’d known it was part of the job description,” I joke. Every passing day makes keeping myself in line more difficult. But I need this job. It’s the next rung on the ladder. And if they just put a non-fraternization policy in place, then he has to just be messing with me.

  “Ah, you know you love me.” That grin again. Full of mischief. He bumps his shoulder against mine, and I laugh, shaking my head. Yeah. He was totally joking. Now I just have to convince my horny as fuck body of it.

  We head toward Jake’s office, but as we round the corner, some guy I’ve never seen comes barreling out the door, straight toward us, knocking me into Toby’s chest and splashing my coffee all down his Armani dress shirt.

  “Motherfucker,” he grits out, turning to glare at the man. But he’s already gone.

  “Here,” I say, shoving my tablet into his hands. “I’ve got this.”

  I dig in my bag for a minute and proudly produce stain-removing wipes, holding the package up in front of him as if it’s a winning lottery ticket.

  Toby chuckles and shakes his head. “What would I do without you? You’re like a Boy Scout or something.”

  “You’d be stripping down and working shirtless all day. That’s what.” I smile and pull a wipe from the package, hurriedly dabbing at the stain. It’s really not that bad. With any luck, it won’t even be noticeable. It almost makes me wish I didn’t have the wipes, though, because the idea of working all day with a shirtless Toby sounds awesome.

  I place my palm flat on his chest, pulling the shirt taut so I can scrub the fabric.

  I’m suddenly acutely aware of how close we are. Inches apart, really. I take a deep breath, but that only makes it worse because now I have a lungful of his spicy, musky scent. Shit. My hand shakes as I continue to work on the stain. His gaze bores into me. I can feel it.

  “What?” I say, not looking up, my voice nearly as shaky as my hand, and I want to curse whoever that asshole was. If he couldn’t tell already, there’s no way Toby won’t notice the effect he’s having on me now. Not with the way my fingers are twitching with the urge to dig into his shirt and pull him even closer so I can rub my body all over his.

  “I think you’ve got it,” he says. He’s right. I’m still furiously scrubbing a stain that’s no longer there. He reaches up and wraps a huge hand around my wrist, causing me to freeze. “Thanks, Macy. You saved the day. One more mark in your favor for that quality assurance job.”

  I swallow hard, schooling my face before I look up at him with a too-bright smile. “Anytime.”

  His eyes flicker with something hot and magnetic, a sexy, teasing smile curving lips that I really want to lick, and I tell myself
it’s nothing. That he’s just joking around. Screwing with me. Nothing. It’s nothing. So, why does it feel like something? And more importantly, what am I going to do about it?

  2

  Toby

  Macy is so fucking hot. I mean, none of my other assistants had a giant stack of stain removing wipes in her purse. In the week since she started, she seems to always be coming to my rescue one way or another. I lucked out when she fell into my lap.

  Well, not literally into my lap. Though I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t had more than one fantasy of something along those lines. A late night at the office, her leaning over me as we work, her just happening to trip and fall and land right on my cock. Okay, more than one fantasy. More like I have whole spank bank of them. And the current favorite happens to be me in her lap. Or more precisely, my face.

  A smile pulls at my lips as I rest my hand on her back, fighting the impulse to yank her to me. That non-fraternization policy means nothing to me. I give zero fucks. I just don’t want to fuck up and lose the best assistant Jake and I have ever snagged.

  “Are you laughing at me?” Macy says. “There is nothing wrong with being prepared. Saved your ass today, didn’t I? Or at least your shirt.”

  “That you did, Macy. You’re my hero.” I grin in earnest now, her sassy attitude making me forget all about the fact that I was irritated by the coffee.

  She smiles back, shaking her head. “You’re so crazy.”

  If I’m not already, I soon will be if she doesn’t stop looking at me like she’s having just as many dirty thoughts as I am. I’m this close to telling her how much I want her. How she drives me fucking insane with need and want and desire.

  But I don’t. Jake would kill me if I ran her off.

  That doesn’t mean I don’t totally check out her ass as she bends over to pick up the now-empty coffee cup. Or that when I guide her into Jake’s office, I happen to lean in a little closer than is strictly necessary just so I can get a whiff of the sweet strawberry scent of her hair.

  I can’t even smell strawberries anymore without getting a boner. Seriously. That’s how hot she is. I need to go get laid, stat, before I do something stupid.

  “There you are,” Jake says as we walk into the office, glancing at his watch. “I was starting to wonder if you were going to make.”

  “Just because you get up at the ass crack of dawn, old man, doesn’t mean the rest of us are ready to work the minute we get here. I like to ease into it.”

  I give Macy a wink, and I swear her eyes look dilated. When her tongue darts out over her bottom lip, the almost-boner I get from being near her becomes a full fledged raging hard-on.

  And Jake doesn’t miss it. He smirks at me and shakes his head. “Well at least you’re up and ready to go now.”

  Asshole.

  “More than ready, old man,” I toss back. “In fact, I think this week might just be the week you need to let me guest host. After tonight’s show...”

  It’s a running joke with us. Jake and I are more like brothers than anything else. I run things behind the scenes on the show, and he’s the frontman. But here lately I’m itching to get a taste of what it’s like to be the host. Total pun intended.

  Because, fuck, the man gets to go onstage night after night and eat pussy and get paid for it. It’s fucking nuts. But it works. The audience loves it. It’s the biggest hit since that show Head Hunter. I want a piece of that.

  Jake just laughs. “After tonight, they won’t want anyone but me on that stage.”

  He might be right. What we have up our sleeves for tonight’s show has never been done before. No one knows about it but us and the guest. The crew will get their instructions once it’s too late to go back. This could make us go down in infamy. Or it could make us go down in flames.

  We’re hoping for the latter, and I hope to fucking hell my meeting with the head of programming goes okay or we’ll have yet another black mark against us.

  The morning goes by in a rush of meetings. Even the one with programming. So when we head back up to my office a little before lunch, I’m in a pretty good mood. I’m feeling good about the show tonight.

  Macy walks ahead of me, and I shamelessly stare at her ass as she climbs the stairs in front of me. I’m lost in my thoughts—and fantasies. Her naked on my desk, her naked on her desk, her naked on the boardroom table—and I think about it all the way to the office.

  Once I’m back in my office, I mumble something about getting work done and shut the door, trying to put some distance between us so I can fucking focus. Because even though the day has been great so far, I really need to get everything ready for the live broadcast tonight, and being around her isn’t helping my brain function at normal capacity. I swear she was totally responding to me. All. Fucking. Day.

  How am I supposed to get shit done when she looks just as horny as I feel? Maybe I just need to get her out of my system. Then I can focus. That’s totally how it works, right? It’s such a bad idea, but now that I’ve had it, it’s taken hold and I can’t shake it. Just a taste. That’s all I need. Then I’ll be set.

  I’m jerked out of my thoughts when Macy knocks on my office door, poking her head in and holding up a bag from my favorite gourmet deli. “Hungry?”

  “Starving.” But not for a fucking sandwich. I’m hungry for a taste of her.

  I follow her to the boardroom, my tabletop fantasy clear in my mind as she leans forward to set the food out, her ass round and inviting. When she turns around abruptly, I jerk my eyes up to her face, but I’m pretty sure it was too late.

  “Toby, were you just checking out my ass?” She places a hand on her hip, her eyebrows flying up, and I can’t tell if she’s really indignant or if it’s an act.

  I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face. I laugh, lifting my hands in the air. “Busted.”

  Incredulous laughter rings from her mouth, sucking me in a little further. “Apparently you’re no better than that programming guy.”

  “Now that’s just playing dirty, Macy.” I smirk and take a few slow steps toward her. “But I guarantee I am way, way better than that asshole. I’m sure quality assurance would back up that statement.” I can’t resist the tease.

  I probably should have left well enough alone, but now the words are out there, hanging in the air between us. She blinks rapidly, as if she’s not sure she heard me right. Or if she did, that she might be imagining the innuendo.

  Nope. It’s totally there. Not even trying to be subtle about it.

  “I guess I’ll just have to take your word for it,” she manages, but I don’t miss the way her eyes dart down, running over my body. I also don’t miss the dart of her tongue across her lips and the hitch in her breath as her eyes reach my rock-hard, straining cock.

  Holy fuck.

  There’s no denying that some kind of crazy sexual tension has been building since the day she walked into my office. It’s like every fantasy I’ve had come to life.

  And fuck me, because even though I know it’s a terrible idea—that I’m her boss and running her off is the last thing I want—I can’t stop myself. Before I can think twice, I’m walking toward her, stalking, really, with nothing but dirty, wicked intentions.

  3

  Macy

  Oh god. Toby has a glint in his eye. That same one I thought I saw this morning. I didn’t recognize it then, but there’s no denying now what it is. Pure, unadulterated lust. As if he wants to spread me across the table like I’m what he wants to eat for lunch.

  I gasp, my thighs quivering at the mere thought of him between my legs.

  “Yeah,” he murmurs, his voice pitched low, “you should just take my word for it, Macy. That would be the smart thing to do.”

  My throat feels tight, and I struggle to swallow against the nerves that are rising up.

  Another step closer.

  “You’re a smart woman,” he says, his eyes locked on mine. “You know what you need to do.”

  I’m so
confused. It’s like he’s warning me off. Telling me that this is a bad idea. That it would be smart to not go there. But at the same time, he’s coming ever closer, his eyes dark with desire. For me.

  And there’s no way in hell I want to walk away from that. Even though the rational part of my brain is screaming for me to think about my job.

  Fuck being rational.

  “Toby,” I whisper, my eyes wide. Even I hear the need in my voice.

  He reaches up, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, brushing his knuckles across my jaw.

  I sigh, my eyes fluttering shut, my body both relaxing into his touch and sparking with dangerous, delicious awareness.

  “Fuck, Macy,” he bites out, his thumb tracing roughly across my lips.

  I suck in a sharp breath, and suddenly my heart is hammering in my chest. Desire floods my body. Blood rushes through my veins, straight to my aching, needy core.

  “This is a bad idea,” he says, though he doesn’t step away or let go of me.

  My eyes open, searching his. “It’s a terrible idea,” I manage to say.

  “The worst,” he agrees.

  “Then why does it sound so good?”

  A slow, dangerous smile spreads across his face. “Because even though it’s definitely bad, I promise it will be so, so good.”

  I practically whimper, my knees feeling wobbly.

  Toby runs a finger down my chest, skimming over my heavy tits and down my side, where he runs his hand around to my back, tracing lazy circles as he stares at me hungrily. Watching. Measuring. Then he drops his hand lower, hovering lightly over my ass as he leans into me, pressing himself against me.