I can tell by the way her body is shaking above me, that she’s about to come at any second, so I grip her face, forcing her to look at me. I want to see her beautiful fucking face as my cock makes her come undone.
She’s gorgeous as she rides me. I grip her hips and move her up and down on my cock as I watch her tits bounce and her face flush with my forceful intrusion on a deep thrust I couldn’t hold back any longer.
It isn't long and she's moaning through her release, causing me to fly straight into my own, being sure to be as deep as I can as my cum fills the condom.
She collapses against me as I finish and we both breathe deeply until we catch our breath.
“I wasn't supposed to have sex with you.” She leans up to look at me, and the sound of her breathy voice makes me happy.
“Who makes these rules of yours? They need to fucking stop.” She rolls off of me and I can see she’s about to run.
“I do.”
“Well stop.”
Sure enough, she moves off the bed and starts sliding her clothes on. I just lay there naked and watch her as I remove the condom.
“I know I did this. I also know it's going to get messy if I continue working for you, so consider this my notice. I can't do this.”
“Why? You can't handle me giving you orgasms on your breaks?”
“Not funny.” She slides on her shoes and I know she's about to bolt. I wish I had it in me to tie her ass up and not let her leave, but I don't.
“I'm serious.”
“I am too. Tell me how this is supposed to go. I come to work every day and fight the urge to crawl right back in that bed again while you find it exciting to torture me. Then I'll feel like shit every time I slip. I'll see you with women all the time and it'll make me crazy. I can't deal with that mess. Thank you for the job while it lasted.”
“You're not done working here.”
“Yes I am.”
“No you're not. You have a year.”
“I can't work with you for a year. I didn't even make it a week.” She's truly upset about this.
“I think you're doing a fantastic job, in fact I think you're due for a promotion.” I sit up in the bed and watch her pace the room a few more times.
“Like I said, thank you for the opportunity, but this isn't working.” She moves for the door and I feel disappointment wash over me.
“I'll see you tomorrow at nine.”
“No you won't.” She opens the door and closes me in the room.
I yell out before she makes it very far, “Yes I will!”
Fuck, this woman makes me crazy.
I’M COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY PISSED off at myself for thinking for one second that I would’ve been able to distract Lynx just enough to give me a ticket out of his little stroke fest with his client so that I could finish my work for the day and get out of there.
All I was hoping for was to annoy him to the point of him wanting to get me out of there so he could finish his damn show in peace.
I never for one second stopped to think that he’d fuck me so damn good that even the idea of going there again has me in a panic.
He made my body feel things that it never even knew were possible. No man has ever made me feel so damn good in bed.
How the hell am I supposed to work for someone that has this much power over not just me, but my body?
If I’m completely honest with myself, I haven’t stopped thinking about him since walking out the Alpha Mansion door yesterday. My body is craving for his hard and demanding touch.
“I can’t go back there, Remi.” It’s been a day and I’m still standing firm. “You can’t just sleep with your boss and then go back to work for him as if nothing happened.”
“Of course you can.” Remi sits up from tanning in her Cloud Nine chair. “I’ve done it more than a few times. I don’t see why you can’t.” She laughs.
“What the hell do you find so funny about this, Remi? I’m humiliated and disappointed with myself.”
“Because yeah . . . I can definitely see why you can’t. Lynx looks like a fucking god and I’m positive he fucks like one too. There’s no way I’d be able to pretend that his huge dick hasn’t been inside of me.” She turns to face me. “So, does it still hurt? I bet it hurt so fucking good when he sunk between your legs.”
Annoyed with her for acting as if this is some big fucking joke, I roll my eyes and turn over on my stomach. “None of your business. Speak one more word and I’m going to throat punch you. I’m not in the mood.”
“Fine,” she mumbles. “I’m thinking maybe I will just keep that appointment that I made with him last month. Tomorrow is the day, and if he’s no longer your boss . . .” She flips over on her stomach too and then knocks my sunglasses off of my head. “Then there’s no reason why I shouldn’t watch him pleasure himself on camera. I do miss his beautiful cock.”
The idea of Remi watching Lynx on camera instantly makes me want to break her computer, but I decide not to give her the pleasure of knowing. “Whatever. Be sure to tell him to stop with the chats, because I won’t be responding to any of his messages.”
I scream when my chair suddenly tips over, me landing in the grass on my back, with my chair on top of me.
“You’re ignoring him completely?”
When I look up, Remi is standing above me with her hands on her hips. “So you tip my chair over because of it? Real mature.”
She scrunches her forehead at me. “Every fucking girl on this planet would die to even get one taste of those sexy as sin lips and you ignore him? I’m not having it.”
She takes off running into the house.
“Don’t you fucking dare?” I yell after her.
“Stop me!”
Pushing my chair away from me, I scramble to my feet and run through the house, stopping at my bedroom door, when I realize that she’s locked me out.
“You bitch,” I snarl. “Did you seriously just lock me out of my own room?”
“Does the handle turn?”
“No.”
“Then yes.”
I bang on the door. “Remi. Open the door.”
She doesn’t respond this time.
“It’s not as simple as you think. I don’t want to spend my time getting invested in a job just for it all to get ruined because of sex. Don’t you dare tell him I’m coming back to work for him. I can’t.”
She still doesn’t respond.
“Would you just unlock the door?”
A few seconds later, I hear the door handle jiggle a bit, so I push the door open to see Remi rushing back over to my bed.
Without saying a word to me, she begins typing on my computer with the biggest smirk I’ve ever seen on her lips.
“Oh, Blaze,” she begins saying what she’s typing as she types it. “That’s so hot. Now run your hands down that sexy body of yours. Nice and slow, Big Guy.”
I rush over to the computer to see Blaze half-naked on the screen, touching himself so damn good that I gulp, while watching him.
“Remi!” I bump her away from the keyboard. “What are you doing?”
“Calling in for my scheduled call with the big, sexy Blaze. What does it look like?”
She pushes me to get back to the keyboard.
BadGirl@heart - Oh, fuck. I think I just came a little. I’m so wet now. Sooooo wet, Blaze. Now take those briefs off and show me . . .
She hits send before she can finish the message, knowing that I’m about to kick her ass, before she can finish.
“Under my name? That’s not even cool. Bitch, you owe me like five hundred dollars for this call.”
“Oh calm down. I paid him for it this morning.”
We both look down at the screen just in time to see Blaze smirk and pull the front of his briefs down, exposing his glorious dick to us.
“Holy shit,” I say on a sigh. “He’s so thick.”
“I know, right. Blaze is second in high demand. That should be enough to work Lynx up.”
Remembering the fact that Remi is logged on through my name, I slam the computer shut just as Blaze is about to begin stroking himself for us.
“Why did you do that?” I ask in a panic. “Now Lynx is going to think I watched Blaze touch himself. He has access to every call they receive.”
“Exactly.” She stands up and walks to the door. “Gives him reason to come find you since you refuse to go to him.” She smiles. “You’re welcome.”
“I hate you sometimes. Do you know that?”
She shrugs. “But you love me more so it doesn’t matter. Have fun at work tomorrow.” The door slams behind her, before I can argue back.
A few seconds later, my phone buzzes on the nightstand. I pick it up to see a message from an unknown number.
Unknown: You can consider today as a vacation day. I want you here tomorrow by nine. Don’t be late.
Me: I already told you. I can’t work for you or close to you.
My heart begins racing as I wait for him to respond. As much as I’m trying to stay away from him, I find myself quickly saving his number in my phone.
Lynx: Working for me won’t be a problem. Especially, as long as I keep Blaze away from you . . .
“Oh, crap.” I for some reason feel guilty at the fact that he thinks it was me watching Blaze, but a part of me hopes it will be enough to make him want to keep his distance from me. Why would he even bother with someone he thinks wants his friend, when he can have anyone he wants? Right.
He can have any willing girl on her knees or in his bed in a second.
Me: Spying on me?
Lynx: I control everything that has to do with my men. I see every fucking thing, Rebel. See you in the morning.
I toss my phone aside and slowly release a breath.
I’m not really sure whether to be relieved or disappointed that he’s possibly pissed off at me.
All I can do at this point is have hope that maybe this job will work out after all.
I have to admit that I enjoyed most of the work, up until the point where he asked me to find something that didn’t even fucking exist, just to get me where he wanted me.
Tomorrow is hopefully a new start.
I'M PISSED THE FUCK OFF because she called Blaze. It just tells me that I pegged her wrong. She's just like all the rest.
"Why did you take that fucking call?" I open his door ready to kick his ass. He's pulling up his jeans just as I do.
"It was a favor for one of my usual calls that she be able to call me from another profile. Is there a problem?" He looks genuinely surprised and I know he has no idea how I feel about Rebel or even that she's one of my callers. Fuck this is a clusterfuck and I need to get some of this aggression out before I kick someone's ass.
"Never mind. I'm hitting the gym." I slam the door and move fast for the house gym, needing to work off some steam and quickly as fuck. It's the best money I spent in the house. I don't have to leave and it gives the guys a chance to stay in ripped shape for their calls.
I try the knob to the gym only to find it locked. Beating on it loudly, I let whoever is behind it know I'm not fucking playing. I need to work out some aggression and if I can't fuck it out of me, I need to work it out of me. The gym is the only other place I can get in the kind of work I need right now.
Knox opens the door and holds his finger up to quiet me before he points to his laptop. Fuck, he's taking a call. I need a smaller gym for the guys to use for their calls. I can't even hate on his ass right now because he's being creative as he sits back down on the bench and begins to do slow curls in front of the camera.
Knowing I'm not going to get to work it out while he's stroking his dick near me, I close the door and accept that I'm going to have to go to my last plan of attack. Running.
I fucking hate running, but right now it's all I have to work some of this out.
My mind fills with thoughts of her and the way we've been together the past few days, the entire time I let the music flow through my ear buds. She was fun while she lasted. Shit.
I keep running through the neighborhood and back around the lake. When I get near the boardwalk, I slow to a jog to avoid the people in my path.
It isn't until I see Rebel walking in a bikini that I come to a halting stop. She's walking with another woman in a bikini and they're both talking to each other very expressively.
Walking behind them, I pull out my ear buds when I get close enough to possibly hear them.
"Will you fucking stop talking about fucking your boss. I swear you're literally sitting where every woman in the world would like to be and you're the idiot that can't fucking do it."
"Remi stop yelling. I don't need everyone hearing my business. What the hell." She turns to look around and sees me following them. I take a few steps toward them before I replace my earbuds and begin jogging again, passing them up.
The heat on my back the entire way down the boardwalk tells me she's watching me the whole way.
Their words play through my mind and I continue to let her mindfuck me even after I swore her off.
She's obviously still talking about me, but if she's already making calls to one of my guys, I must not have made that big of an impression.
Once I hit my property, I head straight for the pool to cool off. Sweat is literally dripping from my body as I kick off my shoes to dive into the pool.
I come up for breath only to see a powerful figure standing over me and find Blaze standing there with his arms crossed.
"Hey Boss, how's it going?"
"I'm hanging in there. How about you?" I slide out of the pool and sit on the edge while he starts to talk.
"My twin brother, Luca, needs a job. Do you think he could come in and take one of those spare rooms?" I'm surprised to hear he has a twin.
"Fuck, you have a twin. Why did I not know this?"
"I don't share shit. You know this."
"If you think he's cut out for it, we can definitely let him in for a trial to see if it works out, but it worries my ass to think of there being two of you. I hope like fuck I can handle it."
"He’s nothing like me. Alright. Thanks.” Just then Rome walks up to join him standing over me.
“How’s it going?” Blaze speaks to Rome first.
“Whose ass am I billing for taking my cross?" I smile, finally realizing that Rome is going to be the full blown Dom in the house with all the BDSM furniture.
"Yeah. Sorry about that." I have to fess up. “Bill me and I’ll get you covered.”
"I'm not taking calls for a few days until I get my playroom ready. I think it'll be a good addition to the kind of calls I can take. Plus, I'm always up for that kinky shit." He starts to walk away.
"I should've known it was yours. Let me know when your twin arrives, Blaze. I want to meet him before we make it official."
"I'll let you know when he's headed this way. It'll be a couple weeks."
They both walk away and I let my mind start thinking about the shit he can do with a set up like that. It's genius and the exact reason I wanted the guys all together in one house.
They feed off each other and will work to one up the other guys. Hell, I'm feeling myself stepping up to the plate more with these guys in my face with their innovative ideas.
I sit and think about where everything is headed for me. The last thing I need is Rebel to complicate my life by being here every day. Seeing her today at the beach instantly had my dick reacting and if I'm going to really make this company grow, I need to remove any distractions that would hinder me.
I grab my phone and dial the club.
"Hey Brit, call Rebel in to work at the club tonight. Schedule her every night for at least a week."
"Damn, Boss. She must've pissed you off."
"She said something about needing money."
"Yeah, alright. I'll give her the VIP section if that's alright with you?"
"Do what you want, you and Envy are the ones running it." I'm about to hang up when she starts talking a
gain.
"I heard you had one hell of a party a few nights ago."
"How'd you hear?" I ask, annoyed.
"Blaze was telling me." That fucker and his mouth. I need to tell him to keep the club business separate from the house.
"Yeah, it was intense,” I say, leaving out the details. "Next time, extend me an invite. I'd love to chill with you guys one night." Brit has no idea what we do here. I've purposely made it that way. At least I don't think she's seen what we do. Who knows. Hell she could be one of my regular callers as far as I know.
"Yeah. Maybe one of these days. Alright. I'll see you tomorrow for our meeting. Until then, keep the club shit going for me. I'll compensate you well, I promise. I hope to have you some management help in there soon."
"You'd better. Don't get me wrong, I love this place, but a girl can only take so many nights of this shit in a row."
"I can only imagine. Talk to you later." And with that, I end the call.
There. Rebel won't be a distraction for me now. I won’t have her near me to remind me how she fucking feels. How she fucking tastes. How she fucking fucks. Damn it. Just the thought of her pisses me off all over again.
"I need a damn shower." I talk to myself as I move across the room, stripping off my clothes as I do. I take the longest shower of my life and just let the water wash over me.
Stepping out, I hear the guys getting louder downstairs. I'm sure they're doing their normal rowdy get together as usual and I find myself looking forward to being in the middle of all of that. It'll get my mind right if I'm with the guys.
When I get near my phone, I hear a message come in.
Rebel: I just want you to know it was my friend who called Blaze on the chat line, but I agree it's best if I just work at the club for now. Thanks for a great time while it lasted.
She's making me fucking insane. One minute she can't handle being around me, the next she thanks me for a great time. I'm getting whiplash from her indecisiveness.
It does make me feel better that she wasn't the one calling Blaze, calming me down some.
I finally put my phone away after a few minutes, deciding not to respond to her right now. I have too much shit on my mind.
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