by Nikky Kaye
“Yes.”
“Innocent?” He arched an eyebrow. “Eager to please?”
My face flamed. “Sort of.”
Silence swelled between us.
“Would you like to elaborate, Evie?”
Not really. “It’s not like I took some abstinence vow and have been saving myself for marriage. It just never happened.”
“Do you like men?” His knees spreading a little in his seat, he leaned forward and rested his elbows on his thighs. With his palms together and his forefingers pointed under his chin, he watched me intently.
“Sure.” I swallowed, again feeling his attention like a physical touch on my skin. It occurred to me that, compared to Dominic Stone, I’d met a lot of boys, not men. “I’ve dated. It’s just—nobody ever did it for me, turned my crank, you know? But I’m not ashamed of it. I’m not walking around with a giant red V on my shirt.”
Reflexively his gaze went to my chest. As if on command, my nipples tightened, pressing against the thin lace of my bra and the linen of my dress. “No, no you’re not,” he murmured. “Do you think I could—how did you put it—‘do it’ for you?”
I hesitated.
He leaned closer, his hands leaving his chin to trace circles on my bare knees, just below the hem of my dress. “Evie, answer me.”
“Yes, Dom.”
He spread his palms over my knees, splaying his long fingers up my thighs. “Do you find me attractive?”
Attractive? He was a damn industrial magnet. But surely he didn’t need me to boost his ego. “D-d-does it matter?”
“I think it matters very much. This shouldn’t be something to ‘get through,’ like you said in your email. You already explained your reasons for doing this, regardless of who posted your profile. They’re understandable—honorable, even.”
Tears pricked my eyes. Damn. “Maybe I’m just a mercenary whore.”
“I don’t think so.” He shook his head. “I think you’re a beautiful, intelligent, kind young woman who has had some shitty luck and you’re doing what you need to do. I get that.”
“You do?” I successfully blinked away the threat of tears.
“Oh yes, I understand. More than you know,” he said mysteriously. His hands slid from my legs, leaving a ghostly trail on my skin. I shivered, feeling untethered.
“What is it that you need to do?”
He waved his hand. “We’ll get to that. I’ll tell you what I want to do, Evie. I want to spoil you. I want to show you how amazing your body can feel, and watch your face and hear the noises you make when you come around me.”
Holy shit. He didn’t need his hands to hold me still and in place, because his words had accomplished that just fine.
His husky voice spilled over my skin like a blast of heat. “I know what you’ve been through. I have the reports. But I’m not a rapist, any more than you’re a whore.”
I gasped.
“I want you to fucking love it, Evie, crave it. I want you to beg me to taste your tender pussy, and make you come so many times on my face that your succulent little clit can’t take any more. But only after all that—a lot of all that—do I want to sink my dick into you and fill you with my cum.”
Breathing… difficult… heart… pounding. Wait, ‘reports’?
“So yes, it matters if you’re attracted to me,” he continued. “And I believe you are, just the same as I’m hard as a fucking rock just smelling you right now.”
My mouth fell open, but I couldn’t make a sound. Something low in my belly throbbed, a primitive response to his outrageously carnal whispers. The story he told, no matter how brief, took me to a state of carnal longing that I’d never experienced.
I wanted to be his. At that moment, I knew that at some point I would be thoroughly fucked by this man, but he was wrong—I already craved it. I licked my lips, my mouth as dry as my panties were wet.
“Are you eager to please me, Evie?”
“Yes, Dom,” I panted softly.
The corners of his mouth turned up. He patted my knee. “Good girl. Now, we want to renegotiate the terms.”
“We?”
It wasn’t until he inclined his head toward the door that I realized we weren’t alone. His brother Jacob leaned against the closed door, his arms crossed over his chest and his erection visible through his dress slacks.
Oh god. What was I getting myself into, here?
CHAPTER THREE
DOMINIC
Evie’s lovely face paled then flushed pink as she saw my brother by the door.
“How far did you get, Dom?” Jacob asked me.
“Not that far.” I hadn’t broached this in our email conversations, thinking that it was more of an “in person” topic.
Evie looked between the two of us. I could almost see the wheels spinning in her brain, and her body language folding in herself. Damn it!
“You should have waited, Jake,” I gritted out.
Evie was special; I could see that already. And impatient, impetuous Jake was going to blow it—for all of us. It didn’t help that his perpetual hard-on was front and center. But that wasn’t anything new.
For Jake, every day was casual Friday. Even wearing expensive slacks and a custom tailored shirt, he looked like he just rolled out of some fashion model’s bed. He looked like he’d fit in well on a college football team, his light brown hair, blue eyes and quarterback physique drawing women like flies.
He was the light to my dark, and we’d fought over our share of women in the past. Jake ribbed me for taking things too seriously at times, but on the flip side his approach to everything was casual to the point of dismissiveness.
Until now.
“I’m Jacob. Jake, if you like. Hell, I’d like it if you called me Jake.” He flashed Evie a smile and stepped toward her with his hand outstretched. She shook it automatically, glancing over at me with a wordless question in her eyes.
“Mister Sto—Dom—should I take this to mean that you’re, um, rescinding your offer?” The lust and heat that I’d teased out of her only a few minutes before was giving way to anguish in her eyes.
“No, Evie. We just want to amend it. The amount we discussed over email stands—as a one-time payment. However, if you will consider some different terms, the remuneration would be much more significant.”
She frowned. “I don’t understand.”
“This is a family business. It started with our grandfather, who was, well—”
“A mean, old sonofabitch,” Jake offered.
“—a determined entrepreneur.” I glared at my brother. “To make a long story short… thanks to the complex terms of his will, we need an heir in order to hang on to the company.”
“An heir,” she echoed. “Like a baby?”
Another nod. “That’s where you come in.”
“That’s where you come,” Jake joked. Idiot.
She looked between us. “And you need a virgin mother for this? Maybe you should be going to church socials instead of trolling online.”
Finally! There was the Evie that I’d met over email. I’d been wondering where that sassy, acerbic woman was. The girl sitting in my office was sexy as sin, but I wanted to know how far I could push her.
“I agree it’s a bit archaic, but so is Grandad.”
“Archaic? It’s downright medieval!” She bolted to her feet, wincing as she turned an ankle in her heels. “Don’t you, I don’t know, date like normal people?”
Jake snorted. “Baby, you’re the one selling yourself online.”
She inhaled sharply.
“Shut up, Jake.” I held my hand out to her. Thankfully, she let me take hers and lead her over to the chairs in front of my desk. Jake commandeered the couch, and I suspected she might be more comfortable with a bit more space.
As Evie sat in the visitor’s chair, the hem of her red dress rose up her creamy thighs, making my mouth dry. A vision of her spread out on my desk danced in my brain.
How naughty would she
look bent forward, her arms stretched out above her and her dress above her waist? Or just sitting on the edge, her legs wrapped around my hips and her panties showing? Begging me to take her, dripping with arousal, whimpering with need.
“Evie,” I said softly, holding her chin to look her straight in the eye. “We can get to those… negotiations later. We’re getting ahead of ourselves. Right now I’d like to assess our compatibility.”
Her eyes widened. “Compat—”
“Fuckability,” Jake offered.
“Shut. Up!” I snarled at him. With a sigh, I tried to soften my tone and expression as I focused on Evie again. “Let me ask you, did you receive lots of, er, applications?”
She nodded, biting her lower lip. “More than I expected.” Her giggle was one of the sexiest sounds I’d ever heard—so far. If I had my way, it was just the beginning. Jake’s chuckle grated on my nerves, but I held her attention.
“How many have you met with?”
Her lashes swept over her cheeks as she looked down, and held up one finger.
One man? “Other than me?”
She curled her finger down back into her fist and shook her head lightly.
Ah. Only me. Satisfaction and pride swelled within me at the revelation. She could be all mine—all ours.
“Not to sound too crude—” Who was I kidding? We were discussing buying her virginity. “—but were the initial terms we discussed agreeable to you?” I reminded her of the amount we’d arrived at—the one that prompted her into arranging our meeting.
“Yes, but it wasn’t just about the money,” she confessed before slapping her hand over her mouth.
“No?” I tugged her hand away from her face, my thumb tracing her lips as they parted.
“You were, well, polite.” She blushed, as though the confession embarrassed her. “It sounded almost like a job offer.”
“It is, sugar,” Jake called out from the couch. My hand whipped up to silence him.
“And that appealed to you?” I asked. She nodded. “Well, then, maybe we need to do some entry-level testing, to see where you fit with the organization.”
She rolled her eyes. “Businessmen,” she muttered under her breath. Then she gasped when I reached under her dress and unerringly found her damp, cotton-clad slit.
“Dom!”
“Yes, Evie?”
Her eyes narrowed into slits. “I’d like you to at least kiss me before you finger me.”
Now it was my turn to be shocked. And delighted. “As you wish, Evie.” I hauled her into my arms and captured her mouth hungrily. Thank god she’d said something, as I didn’t know how much longer I could wait. Now that I had her warm, pillowy softness in my arms, I might never let go.
The appreciative murmur from my brother barely registered as my tongue swept into Evie’s mouth. I couldn’t get enough of her taste, her smell, the silky feel of her skin under my hands.
“Do you like me kissing you, Evie?” I asked, my mouth wandering over her cheekbones to her earlobes.
She shivered as I stuck the tip of my tongue through one of her little gold hoop earrings. “Yes, Dom. More?”
“Your wish is my command,” I said. More like I was going to command all her wishes from now on, I thought to myself.
My cock was like concrete in my slacks, and out of the corner of my eye I saw Jacob slouch down on the couch and begin to unbutton his pants. As he reached inside, his grunt caught Evie’s attention.
“Oh!” But instead of pulling away, her breath sped up and her body stiffened and burned in my arms.
“Does that turn you on?” I asked. “Watching him?”
“Mmm hmm.” Her fingertips clawed at my chest, idly going to the buttons of my shirt. The beautiful girl wanted to undress me, even if she didn’t know it.
How lucky was I—were we—to discover this virginal gem? I didn’t believe in fate, since “fate” had fucked me over more than once with women. I believed in contracts and understandings and vested interests. But this girl was making me lose my head already. I hadn’t meant to show my hand so early, but Jake pushed the envelope, as usual. Luckily, we hadn’t scared her off. Yet.
“More?” she whispered.
I groaned. “How much?” How far would she let us take this today, here in my office? “How much experience have you had, little Evie?”
She trailed her fingers down to my waist. “Enough to know that I want to see your cock, Dominic. I want to taste it.” Her rosy cheeks belied her bravado, though.
Fuck, this girl was going to be the death of me. But what a way to go!
“I’m not going to fuck you today, Evie.” I wasn’t sure if she heard me. I sucked in a sharp breath when she reached inside my boxer briefs and pulled out my throbbing, aching dick.
“I wasn’t going to let you. I just want… more.”
Jake grunted from the corner, his hand jerking his erection mercilessly. He had no shame, and for once I admired that about him. What would it feel like now to have no compunction, no hesitation about—
“Ahhh!”
Evie had dropped to her knees to take me in her mouth.
“Fuck, baby, yes,” I hissed. “Such a good girl. Oh god, your mouth—it’s so hot. Is your pussy this hot and wet, too?”
She whimpered, her left hand awkwardly trying to dive underneath her dress.
“I got this,” Jake drawled. He jumped to his feet, his long, thick cock thrusting up over his belly, bobbing slightly as he strode over to us.
“Use your hands on me, too,” I urged her. “Jake will take care of you.”
And he did. He knelt behind her, bunching up her dress in his hands and exposing her simple cotton panties. She moaned as he explored her damp center.
I was wholly distracted by her hot little hands cradling my balls while she attempted to deep throat me. Her cunt was probably ten kinds of heaven right now, but all I could feel was the soft palate of her mouth rubbing against the sensitive tip of my dick.
“She’s drenched, but these panties have got to go,” Jake said, and she swallowed around me as he ripped the thin cotton apart.
I was getting too close to coming, too quickly. “Ungh, Evie! Baby, do you want me to come down your throat?”
Her hands squeezed my balls gently before traveling back to cup my ass. She pulled me closer, and I inched down her throat a little bit more. When she looked up at me, her eyes were watering and her pretty mouth stretched wide around my cock.
“Her clit is all puffed up, bro!” Jake announced, like he was prospecting for gold down there. And, for all intents and purposes, he was.
She made a choking sound and jerked as he pressed her button, tweaking and strumming her little bundle of nerves. I had to give it to him—when my lazy-ass brother wanted to multitask, he could. At the moment he had one hand up her skirt and the other wrapped around his erection.
Evie still hadn’t answered my question, though. I wasn’t such an asshole that I would flood a woman’s mouth without asking, first. Her nostrils flared, and I could tell by her red face that breathing was a little challenging.
So close… But not now.
I spread my thumbs over the delicate arches of her eyebrows, underneath the crease of concentration in her forehead. “Good girl,” I crooned. She looked a little dazed as I pushed her off my cock, and nodded toward Jake.
“Help her up,” I ordered. She let us lay her on the desk on her back, with her ass at the edge and her dress pushed up.
“Look at that pretty pussy, man!”
For once, I had to agree with Jake’s enthusiasm. She was fucking gorgeous. We each pushed one of her legs back gently, her knees bending toward her armpits.
She gasped. “Oh my god! I’m so… so…”
“I know, baby.”
Evie was exposed and on display in a way she’d probably never experienced before. Her trust in us was awe-inspiring. Either that, or she was just that naïve.
With the two of us holding her open, we too
k turns circling the entrance to her slick cunt with our fingers, our tongues, our thumbs. All the while, we kept one hand on our own arousal, trying to hold off as long as we could.
Call me twisted, but I’d shared girls with my brother before. Not often simultaneously, however, and never as blatantly and openly as this. But we seemed to agree that there was something different about Evie.
She cried out and bucked, her hands reaching for us. “Is this—? Oh fuck, I’m going to come! Oh noooooooooo!” The viciousness of her orgasm took her by surprise, judging by the shocked sounds coming from her ruby lips.
Jake was lucky enough to be fucking her with his tongue as she exploded, and he greedily drank up her juices. I palmed her tits roughly, needing more. More.
“Evie, I’m going to come on you,” I warned her. I wouldn’t enter her, but I was desperate to see her pretty pink cunt covered in my cream.
Her head rolled from side to side, her chest heaving and her hips twitching as she continued to come from Jake’s ministrations.
He stood with a pained grunt. It only took a quick glance at each other, then the glistening, rosy display of femininity before us, and we were on the same page.
“Just relax, Evie. We’ll take care of you. We’ll always take care of you,” I promised. Then we stood before her and let go.
She flinched when we sprayed her, the hot, sticky sensation surely a new experience for her. Her body curled up as she lifted her head to look down. We’d let go of her legs, but her heels remained on the edge of the desk and her knees fell to the side in a flexible display of submission.
After Jake let out his last rough grunt, he stumbled back a little, finding the couch and sprawling on it with his dick hanging out of his pants. He looked dazed.
Drained but invigorated, I rubbed my seed into her entrance, fascinated by the way her greedy pussy grasped my fingers. She panted softly, her breathing slowing.
With shaking hands, she attempted to tug her dress back down a little. I helped her as she wriggled her hips, then I pulled her up to a sitting position.
Her eyes were shining, her cheeks red. But she looked me straight in the eye, which I didn’t expect.
“I guess we’re compatible,” she said.
