by Lia Davis
Diane reached over the island for Lisa’s bag. “Well, I have a steak and kidney pie in the oven, so I think I’ll save this and the BJ’s can wait until after dinner.”
Lisa laughed and I became aware of my frown in contrast. “That is a great pout.” She touched her finger to my lips.
Diane came out of the kitchen, wrapped her arm around Lisa’s shoulders, and kissed her on the temple. “Not that it isn’t great to see you, but why are you here?”
“Why shouldn’t I be?” Diane wouldn’t be able to see the slight hurt I caught in Lisa’s eyes.
I stepped in. “No reason. I think she wants to know why you aren’t in Phoenix.”
“Oh, that.” If anything, she deflated even more. “Mark broke up with me.”
“Oh, sweetie.” Diane hugged her more tightly. “I’m sorry.”
Lisa accepted the hug and returned it in kind, seeming to cling to Di. “I told him, about you, and he...didn’t take it well.”
“Good thing you didn’t get to telling him about me.” I came close enough to run my hand up and down her back.
“No kidding.” She released Di and wiped her eyes. “I’m done crying for him, though. I’m here looking for an apartment.”
“You’re moving to Tacoma?” Diane’s eyebrows climbed up into her hair. The sparkle in her eyes showing both her excitement and disbelief.
“Yeah. Visiting reminded me how much I like Washington. Arizona is too hot.”
Diane clicked her tongue. “You like the heat.”
Lisa shrugged. “It gets hot here, but it doesn’t last for months. Plus, I have another reason to stick around.”
Diane’s eyes narrowed on me. “My nerd-boy.”
Lisa nodded. “He is the best.”
I chewed air for a while before managing to say, “You’re looking for an apartment?”
“Yeah. I’m sure you guys could squeeze me in here, but I like my alone time too much.” She grinned. “I figured I’ll come over when it works for us and stay out of your way when it doesn’t.” She shrugged. “It doesn’t matter where I live as far as work is concerned. I can write anywhere.”
Diane had risen onto her toes and her excitement was showing. “One near here?”
Lisa laughed her low chuckle. “Eager?”
“Well, yeah! Ever since your visit I’ve missed you. I come home from work and want to tell you about my day.”
“You can tell me,” I grumbled.
“And I do, but I want to tell her too.”
“I know what you mean. I had a brainstorm when I got back and pounded out a novel in the last month. Every other day I wanted to ask you to read it.”
Still confused I mumbled, “You could email it.”
“Yeah, but it’s not the same. I don’t get to see your reaction to it. I don’t even know when you’ll get around to reading it.”
Diane set a place for Lisa at the table. I fetched us each a beer. “Here, we have an hour or so until it’s ready.”
“Thanks. Tequila?” Lisa quirked an eyebrow, making me laugh.
“Not tonight, thank you.”
She swigged from her bottle. “Fair enough. Diane? You don’t need to be in there, do you?”
My wife hovered by the oven. “Um, no, I guess not.”
“Then get your long legs out here.”
“Yeah, Di. Set a timer and sit down.”
“But I was going to make a salad.”
Lisa rolled her eyes. “Fine, but let me help so it’s done faster.”
I watched from the table as the girls side-stepped around one another, brushing bums or breasts. It wasn’t faster, I was sure of that, but it was more fun. Fun for them, and fun to watch. The erection that leapt at Lisa’s appearance started to strain in my pants. Well, if a blow job was in the offing... I dropped my fly and stroked through my shorts.
As the touching grew less accidental, Lisa pulled Di down for a kiss. Heat rose in Di’s cheeks and she surrendered to Lisa’s mouth, letting her tongue dart between her lips. I couldn’t let them do that long, not without needing some kisses of my own. I cleared my throat.
“Yes? Nerd-boy?”
“Getting pretty lonely over here. You nearly done? Or should I come and pretend to make salad too?”
Their paired laugh, a pleasure I’d almost forgotten, cut through any irritation I felt. They each dropped veggies in the bowl and came to me.
Lisa sat down beside me and Di stopped in front. She stared at my open fly, my tenting shorts, and the peek she was getting through them. She licked her lips and looked from me to Lisa and back again.
Lisa didn’t seem to notice what Di had, drinking her beer and chatting me up again. “You like to watch. You said so. Didn’t we give a good show?”
Di knocked a fork to the floor and squatted to pick it up.
“You’ve given better,” I teased. “By the way, what is Steak and BJ day?” Diane left the fork on the lino and pulled the elastic waist of my shorts down to expose my cock.
“Well, y’know how February 14 is a girlie holiday? March 14 is giving the man what he wants.”
Even with Diane’s lips wrapped around me, I laughed. “All I want is steak and blowjob?”
“Pretty much.”
“Well, that’s not true.”
Lisa stood up enough to watch Di and leveled a flat look at me. “Really?”
“I want a lot more than that.” Grabbing her shirt, I pulled her close enough to kiss.
“Is that so?” she asked, leaning over and revealing her cleavage to me.
Without shame, I slipped my hand down to cup one lush breast, rubbing my thumb over the nipple. “Yes. You ready for that?”
“Hell, yes. Di? How long on the timer? Let’s take this nerd-boy to bed.”
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Love for Her Billionaires
Auriella Skye
Chapter One
I didn’t want it to end. I mean, I knew it had to, but it came so fast. Too fast. I’d been working at Sims Innovative Industries for a year as an intern. Straight out of college, it was one of the few paying internships in the city.
It was also the only place that had the Sims brothers.
Jacob and Jonathan Sims became billionaire sensations by inventing a new technology everyone craved. Both in their thirties, they were the richest siblings in Chicago. It didn’t hurt that both were sexier than Greek gods.
I remembered searching up on them before visiting their building for the first time with my business technology class. They looked so alike, yet so different online. Jacob had dark hair and dark blue eyes, while his brother had dirty blond hair and light brown eyes. They could make any woman beg for them to take her.
Their building was a tall skyscraper, one of the biggest buildings in the city. The place screamed wealth and power, and I was completely drawn to it.
My college class and I were greeted by Jacob, the oldest brother, when we arrived. He took time out of his schedule to talk to us about his company, and for the life of me, I couldn’t remember what he said.
I was too busy staring at his six-foot-five frame and chiseled features. His dark hair hung over his forehead and made me want to run my fingers through it. The strong chin and jawline showed he was made to dominate something, even if it wasn’t technology. He wore a tailored suit that conformed to the muscles below the fabric. The man was
built.
I could feel the wetness grow between my thighs as I imagined what his body would feel like covering mine. I wondered how his voice would sound coming on top of me. It was hard to stand still as the arousal took over each and every part of me.
He caught me staring too, and I felt my cheeks grow warm. I averted my eyes to avoid his direct stare, but they landed on his crotch. A large bulge rested there.
Was he hard? I could clearly see the outline of his cock under those expensive pants. When I looked back up, he was answering the question of a skinny blonde classmate.
Of course. No guy like Jacob Sims would get hard for me. Not with my thick thighs and round belly. I was proud of my big breasts, though. No matter what I wore, they pressed tightly against any material that tried to contain them. I thanked my mama for that, but nothing of mine suited a billionaire.
As the tour group followed Jacob, I fell behind. The lab workers building a new gadget captivated me. I tried to get a closer look at what they were working on by putting my face right up against the glass window.
“See something you like?” a deep voice said behind me.
I jumped and turned around to face a man, who looked just like Jacob.
His hair was lighter, and he wore a white lab coat. He was just as sexy and tall as Jacob. This had to be his brother, Jonathan. I knew from my research that he preferred to be called Jon instead of his full name, while Jacob refused to allow people to call him Jake.
In their differences and similarities, they were both too handsome for their own good, and I couldn’t think of how to talk properly.
“Can you speak, girl?” he asked.
“Yes, sir. I’m sorry.” I stumbled over my words. “I just...it all looked so interesting. I couldn’t help stopping.”
He grinned. “I think you mean spying, don’t you?”
I was caught, but I felt my wetness return. My panties had to be soaked by now. These men were making me feel like a slut, and they hadn’t even touched me.
I’d never had time for dating or boyfriends. I was too busy getting my education, but these men were making me regret my decision to not try sex sooner.
“What’s your name?” Jon asked me.
“Sandy. Sandy Kerr.”
“Well, Sandy, I don’t think you should keep my brother and the rest of your little group waiting. Do you?”
“No, sir,” I said. I hurried to catch up with everyone, but I couldn’t help glancing back behind me. I could have sworn I saw him smiling at me.
Now, here I was, a year later, sitting in a fancy office lounge on the last day of my internship and waiting to meet with both brothers. They required an exit interview with all interns before they left.
I’d heard rumors that some were lucky enough to be hired after the meeting. If that didn’t happen to me, I would have to find another job quick or be kicked out of my small one-bedroom apartment.
I hoped I would get to stay. I didn’t get many encounters with the brothers, but the small moments I did interact with them gave me enough fantasies to last a lifetime. My bunny vibrator at home was well used because of them.
The excitement that filled me whenever I thought of one or both of them crept back in. I crossed my legs tight, hoping proof of my sexual high didn’t leak down my legs. Hot and horny was not the right way to enter a business meeting, especially if I wanted to make a good impression.
“Miss Kerr?” a small female voice said.
I looked up to see their secretary staring at me. She had given me a nasty once over when I arrived, probably thinking I had no business being here. Maybe she was right.
“Yes?” I asked.
“They will see you now,” she said. “All the way down the hall. It’s the door on the right.”
“Thank you.” I stood, with my faux designer bag and matching outfit, and followed her directions. I couldn’t afford the expensive clothes most workers in the building wore, but at least I felt professional. The dress was a little tight, but it accentuated my curves. My black blazer helped to hide my wide hips.
I tried to walk confidently as I passed the secretary, but my legs wobbled like jelly. I hoped it didn’t show.
The hallway was long and seemed far away from the other part of the building. Wood paneling lined both sides and thick plush carpeting covered the floor. At the highest level of the building, it had top dogs written all over it.
The large, wooden door was intimidating. I took a few deep and steady breaths before knocking.
“Come in,” a voice on the other side said.
I obeyed and pushed the heavy door open.
Chapter Two
Daylight filled the spacious office thanks to floor-to-ceiling windows. A huge desk sat far into the room. Jacob sat at the desk, while Jon leaned on it.
Both of their eyes were on me, and all I wanted to do was run. I felt like a student being called to the principal’s office for bad behavior.
“Have a seat, Miss Kerr,” Jon said. He motioned towards a lone seat that sat in the middle of the room and faced them.
I closed the door and made my way to the seat. It was then that I realized how short my skirt was, so I tried hard to close my legs. When I looked up, both men stared down at my exposed flesh.
I regretted not wearing a longer one. They probably thought I had no class at all.
“You’ve been here a year now,” Jacob said. “What do you think?”
Confusion washed over me. This had to be a test of some kind, a way to see if I knew enough about the company to stay with them. I thought about my answer before speaking.
“I know that Sims Innovative Industries produces the top technological advancements in its field nationally, and we’re right behind the Japan-based company—”
“Let me stop you, Sandy,” Jon said. “Do you mind if we call you that?”
“I don’t mind, sir,” I said.
“You’re respectful,” Jacob said, crossing his fingers on the desk. “That’s good.”
The sound of their voices made me tremble. I wasn’t afraid of them, but I was afraid of making a fool of myself in front of the brothers. Still, hearing them speak made something primal rise up through my body. That feeling was stronger than the fear, and I would either melt or explode before this meeting was over.
They could call me anything they wanted as long as I could hear more of their voices, as long as I got to stay in that room with both of them so close to me.
Sitting in front of the brothers, it hit me just how much I adored them. I loved working at their company, but getting the chance to see them would disappear if they let me go, even if it was just by passing them in the hallways or catching a glimpse of their dominating images.
So many people looked up to these powerful men. Even more would kill for the opportunity to just be near them, and there I was probably failing the biggest interview of my life. It was all too much.
I had to look away to keep from crying. I couldn’t allow myself to have a crazy meltdown in front of them. Not the Sims brothers.
“Sandy? Are you all right?” Jon asked.
I nodded, but it must not have been convincing enough because Jon knelt in front of me and placed his hand on mine.
“What is it?” he asked.
The soft gesture of his skin on mine was so intimate and his voice was so sincere. Everything came pouring out of me all at once.
“Working here has been such an amazing experience, and I know my future here depends on this meeting. I just don’t know if I can do or say anything to prove that to you.” I took a deep breath.
Holy shit. If I thought I was failing the interview before, I’d dug an even deeper hole for myself.
Daddy always said I allowed my emotions to get the best of me sometimes. I should have listened to him.
I couldn’t think properly when I was in front of the brothers. All my training, all my education flew out the window because of the two sexy-ass men who had their eyes set on me. What wer
e they doing to me?
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I’ll go.” I attempted to stand, but Jon’s hand was firmly placed over me and held me in place.
“Stay seated,” Jacob demanded.
His voice made me squirm in my seat. I watched as the brothers exchanged glances with each other before turning back to me. I felt like a kid that had done something bad, and I was waiting to hear what my punishment would be for all the chaos I created.
“Do you know why we asked you here, Sandy?”
“For my exit interview and possibly a future job with you?” I held out hope that I hadn’t completely fucked myself over with my big mouth. A miracle probably had to happen, though.
Jon stroked my hand, and the sensation made my pussy clench. “In part, yes,” he said. “You are here for future possibilities. We wanted to see if you were the right candidate for a new position we’re in need of.”
“I’m confused, sir.” There I was on the brink of becoming an emotional wreck, or at least in the midst of one, and they were still considering me.
“Call us Jon and Jacob,” Jon said with a smile. “For now, anyways.” His voice had an edge to it that promised something just below the surface. Something I both desired and dreaded. Desire was winning out.
“It’s simple,” Jacob said. “We’ve had you in mind for this particular job for a while, but we needed to be sure first.”
“Sure about what?” I asked. I was distracted by Jon’s touch. My body was calming down by being so close to him, and the petting was certainly helping. His hand was strong, warm, and surprisingly soft. All of my focus zoned in on Jon’s contact, and I reveled in the intimacy of it. I was barely paying attention to the words they were saying to me.
Jacob leaned forward on his desk so he had my attention. “I’m going to ask you a question first, and you need to be honest with us. We don’t approve of liars in our company. Understand?”
I nodded, feeling the tension creep back inside of me.
“What’s the most important reason you want to remain here at Sims Innovative Industries?”
I thought about things most people would say, but I only had one reason, two of them really. That seemed so embarrassing to admit, but I chose honesty.
