by Skye Warren
Holly tilted her head and looked him. “Then why was this necessary – to sleep with me?”
Conrad drank the last of his drink and let out a small laugh. “Because you’re gorgeous and I wanted you. Call me what you want, but it’s the truth.” He stood and waved his arms around the room. “This arrangement was for the rent you haven’t been able to pay me for the last six months. Your mother’s bill is a gift from me in exchange for her taking care of the one person I loved the most. I call it a Christmas gift to your mother. You can tell her Santa came two weeks early.” He said smiling. “I understand if you’re angry with me. That you had to sleep with me to pay your debt this way.”
Holly stood and took a step in front of him. Her arms slid around his waist and she looked up at him. “I would have never done something like this, never in a millionaire years. That is not me.” She whispered. “You took advantage of my vulnerabilities, advantage of me at my weakest moment. But at the end of the day it all worked out, so I’m not bothered by it.” She said smiling.
He cocked a brow and his head tilted, looking down at her in confusion. “Conrad, I know you’re not some scumbag that did this for a cheap thrill. Well, maybe to some extent. You had true meaning behind this, you chose me because of my mother, because of your sister. I understand that and don’t hold it against you.”
Conrad rested his forehead against Holly’s and then whispered, “I would really like to get to know you better. Would that be something you’re interested in?” He pulled back searching her face. Holly couldn’t help but smile. She had no regrets about what happened tonight. He wasn’t some disgusting man that just wanted to get laid or a pig. His intentions went far beyond what she expected. She saw a man that missed his twin sister, the only person he had left in his life and lost. He cherished her mother for taking care of Lea in the best way possible and wanted to help. She looked up at Conrad and saw a man with a heavy heart and yes, she wanted to get to know him better as well.
“Yes. I would like that very much.” She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him long and slow, finally pulling away. “I think you’re the one that needs to call my mother and explain what you’re going to be giving her. That’s one hell of a Christmas gift.” She smiled.
They both curled up on the sectional together staring at the lights on the Christmas tree. Holly was almost mesmerized by it as she got lost in her thoughts. How her circumstances could be so dire one minute and then flip overnight to everything being ok was beyond her imagination. She was looking forward to learning more about Conrad but she could already see that he was not only a man of power, but a man of true emotion, with a huge heart. He was also someone who was looking for a soul mate. She was more than willing to find out if she was that person. Looks like Christmas came early for her and her mother, she thought and smiled to herself.
THE END
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Part XXV
Possessed by Jay S Wilder
A Holiday Romance Standalone Story
Chapter 1
Mason
Her eyes are begging me to drag her out of this boardroom and fuck her brains out in the nearest empty bathroom.
Maxine sits across from me. Every word coming from her sexy, pink, gloss-covered lips makes sense to everyone around the large boardroom. They probably even like the over-the-top holiday decorations in here.
But not me.
I’m agitated as fuck, for three reasons.
First, I hate Christmas. Always have, always will. Everything from gift giving to garland gets under my skin. Even poinsettia pisses me off. This fact partly explains why I’m sitting in a sleek boardroom on Christmas Eve, instead of getting ready to celebrate the holidays. I’m the bastard who doesn’t want to pause these negotiations early so that everyone around the room can get to their loved ones. I’m the real-life Grinch who doesn’t give a fuck if I steal everyone’s Christmas cheer.
Second, the firm is known for specifically bringing in Maxine Howard when there’s a problem. She is the only lawyer at Pearlman, Wright and Associates who’s made it to associate before the age of thirty. The woman is a legal genius, brims over with confidence, and has become an unstoppable force who has to win at almost all costs.
Third, Maxine and I have some longstanding history. We dated for the entire four years we were at Yale together. We’ve known each other since we were kids. I had my head up my ass for most of the time, and I can’t say we were ever exclusive back in college. Well, I sure wasn’t, which is why she dropped me like a bad habit the second she started articling for Pearlman, Wright and Associates.
This is the firm that my late father kept on retainer for over twenty-five years. Now that Dad’s dead, Maxine and I are forced to face each other again.
It wouldn’t be so bad if we were meeting over the typical details that billionaire heirs have to deal with. For the past few days, we’ve been haggling over the demands made by Gareth Reid, the half-brother I never knew I had until a week ago. Dad apparently had this whole other life going on under my mother’s nose with some woman in Tribeca. Gareth is the product of my father’s infidelity, and the greedy son of a bitch doesn’t just want the amount in my father’s will.
The fucker wants half of everything.
Or a conversation with me.
He wants one or the other.
But fuck it, he’s not getting either.
“We’re close, Mason,” she tells me. “We’re so close to settling this amicably…without time in court. But I need you to give a few inches.”
The only inches I’m ready to give are the nine thick ones pressing against my fly, begging to be back inside of Maxine’s tight cunt after all these years.
“I don’t care whether we have to go to court,” I bark at the group of legal minds, Maxine included. “One of you needs to get your ass over to the next boardroom, and get my sad, gold-digging, sorry-ass excuse for a half-brother to give a fucking inch before he ends up with nothing.”
“Be reasonable—” Maxine starts, but I cut her off.
“Listen carefully. My father didn’t pay you so I could bend over like a little bitch and give that kid the benefit of a conversation. He also didn’t pay this firm millions of dollars over the years just so I could hand over half of everything to some kid and get screwed right up the ass.”
Maxine cracks a smile at my suggestion. I’m beginning to wonder if that smile has anything to do with all the sexual experimenting we did in my college dorm. I return her half-smile. Something lights up in her eyes, but we don’t get the chance to explore it just yet.
Bill Pearlman, the firm’s senior partner, pops his head in at the boardroom door and clears his throat.
“Maxine. Mason. You’ll both want to take a look at this,” he says to us, bringing a stack of papers to me.
“What is it?” I ask, proceeding to examine them.
Maxine gets out of her chair and walks around to my side of the table. She leans over the papers to read at the same time. I get a whiff of her sweet citrus perfume. Suddenly, the well-tailored suit I’m wearing is way too tight around my groin. My cock is hard as slate, my balls ache, and all I want to do right now is spread her out on this very table.
“No,” she says after reading a few pages. She looks up at Bill. “This clause about trading the non-voting preferred shares for common voting shares won’t work,” she tells him. “Voting shares are not up for discussion. And frankly, I can’t help but wonder if Gareth Reid is getting outside help.”
“Why do you say that?” Bill asks, already looking guilty in his five-thousand-dollar suit and those beady little eyes that have always weirded me out.
“Because how can that kid…a twenty-three-year-old art school graduate who went to community college, I might add…how can he understand so much about the assets in Reid Corporation in such a short time? I mean, he’s asking for things that some highly experienced financial advisors wouldn
’t even know to look for after a year with these files. Yet he walked in off the street a week ago, and he’s already set his sights on voting shares?”
Bill smooths out his slick black hair. “Who knows what his father may have told him before he died? We can’t assume he’s ignorant.”
I’m so sick of where this is going, and my dick is so tired of getting a zipper print up its shaft, that I do the only thing I can right now. Pushing back my chair, I get to my feet and button my suit to cover my boner a bit. I’m grateful I wore briefs today instead of boxers. Tidy whities are the only thing preventing my slacks from tenting. “I need a word with Miss Howard.” I announce. “Alone.”
All the lawyers and analysts jump to their feet. I hold out my hand to stop them. “No. You stay here. Figure this out.” I turn to Maxine. “Let’s speak outside.”
Chapter 2
Mason
Maxine follows me into the hallway, and continues after me as I make long, deliberate strides toward the file room at the other end of the floor.
“What’s this about?” she asks.
I hold the file room door open for her to get inside, and I slam it behind me.
“You’ve been taunting me for the last four days,” I say gruffly.
I step toward her, and she backs up to the foldout table that’s crowded at the moment with stacks of bubble pack envelopes and incoming mail.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
For the first time since these meetings kicked off, she has a bit of nervousness in her eyes. I’m certain it’s because I have that effect on her.
“Admit it,” I tell her, reaching my hand into her silky honey blonde hair. She’s boxed in between me and the table, so she can’t run or hide or avoid me anymore. “You’ve been hoping I would get you some place private and do this since I got here.”
“Do what? Force yourself on me?” She stares up at me with those fiery light brown eyes, not even blinking.
“No. It’s not forcing when you want the same thing, sexy.”
With my eyes locked on hers, I pick her up and sit her on the table. She tries to push my hand away, but Maxine knows how strong I am, and at the moment, I have no doubt that her cute little attempt at resistance is just a front. My hands are back in her hair again, and this time, I grip some with my fist and take her mouth for a kiss that relieves her of all her lip gloss, replacing it with the natural pink of raw, swollen lips from a ravenous, hungry kiss.
While our teeth clash and our tongues duel, I spread her legs as far as they’ll go in this pencil skirt she has on. I run my hands up her mile-long legs, sliding her skirt up as I go. If I’m any rougher, she’ll need a change of clothes, because every instinct is driving me to rip the seams of this skirt so my hands can roam more freely.
“Mason.” She breathes out my name into my mouth with that sultry, raspy moan I’ve missed.
My hands make it up to her ass. It’s bare. The woman has been sitting in that meeting with no fucking panties. The realization confirms my suspicions.
“Fuck, Maxine. You’ve had me waiting all this time,” I growl out.
Dragging her skirt the rest of the way up to her waist, I push her legs apart and gaze down at her clean-shaven pussy. The fluorescent light above us shines down like a spotlight on her center, as though to remind me of exactly what I’ve been missing and precisely what I’m about to take as hard, or harder than I ever did back then.
A groan escapes my lips. It’s so foreign to my ears that I almost look around, but nothing can rip my eyes away from the enticing image in front of me. I undo my belt and zipper in a hurry, freeing my throbbing dick from my pants. I should be a bit embarrassed right now. There’s already precum on the tip, but fuck, it’s because my dick knows exactly what it’s about to take, and it can’t fucking wait to sink inside of Maxine again.
“Open your shirt,” I tell her. I remember how much she loved having her tits sucked, kneaded, and played with.
“We shouldn’t—” she starts to moan, but she sees the predatory look in my eyes. Without another word, she begins to undo her button-up shirt one by one under her black pinstripe jacket.
I drag her bra cups down past her flesh until her pink perky nipples are exposed for me to admire again. I only let my eyes peruse for a few seconds, because my mouth, hands and dick all want in on the action. There’s no more waiting on either of our parts. Maxine leans back on her elbows, welcoming me home.
“We don’t have much time,” she reminds me.
Good. That means I can do what I want with any part of her, as long as I make it quick. I take one nipple in my mouth, and at the same time, I reach one hand around to her back and the other to her ass. Her legs barely begin to wrap around my hips, and already my cock is pressed up to her opening, rubbing against the folds of her smoldering hot cunt.
Her hands grip the sides of my shirt, pulling me tighter against her heat. I don’t even think about protection or the fact that anyone can walk right in on us. With one sharp jerk of my hips, I slide past her folds and bury my cock balls deep into her tightness.
Maxine is sopping wet, and tight as fuck. My mind starts to play tricks on me. It’s as though no time has passed since the last time I took her. It’s just like the first time. I’m the one who took Maxine’s virginity, and right now, she feels just as ripe for the picking.
“I’ve wanted to do this for ages,” I admit to her, with my mouth still pressed to one breast as my hips thrust and drill into her over and over again.
My dick feels like it’s home again. It can’t help picking up speed. Releasing her breasts, I push her back to lie flat on the table, lift her hips, and straighten up to full height. Maxine is gasping for air. Her skin is flushed. Her long eyelashes half-cover those gorgeous eyes. She begins to knead her breasts, massaging each nipple as I fuck her wildly. Placing my hands on her waist, I practically lift her ass off the table each and every time I drive into her. She’s sure to have a nasty bruise on her tailbone by the time I’m done with her, but at the moment, she doesn’t seem to mind.
Her legs begin to tighten around me. Her inner walls clench my shaft. Maxine is close, and taking her raw and wild in the middle of a file room as organized and neat as where we are only erodes my self-control.
“Come for me,” I order her, plunging harder, faster, and deeper within her than my will can handle.
With a whimper, she twists her nipples and rolls her hips as she comes, completely aware of how much I love seeing her touch herself. Her body quakes through her orgasm, but she doesn’t release her breasts. I grasp her firm shapely ass cheek, boring into her until I explode my cum inside of her. Her tight walls still pulse against my shaft, milking me dry as I pump into her a few more times.
“Fuck,” I mumble, in awe of her gorgeous body laid out in front of me. “You’re lucky we have to get back in there, or I’d flip you over this table and spank you until you scream.”
“I’ve missed you,” she admits, panting hard. She sits up, setting my dick free. She gets to her feet and drags her skirt down her hips and thighs. “But don’t let it get to your head, and don’t assume it means anything more than what we just did.”
Talk about a buzz kill.
“Why would you say something like that?” I ask as I put my dick back in my pants and get zipped up again.
“Because I mean it. Look, we’ve always been good in the sex department, but we suck everywhere else.”
“We’re different people now.”
She slips her bra over her breasts and buttons her shirt. “Not from where I’m standing,” she argues. “You’re still the smug loudmouth who has to get your way every single time.”
“Why don’t you tell me what you really think?” I deadpan.
She reaches a hand up and cups one side of my face. “Are you feeling better? Did our little moment help to get the edge off?”
“That was not a little moment, sweetheart.”
“No? What would
you call it?”
“Getting back on the horse…and this time, I don’t plan to get off.” I’m not even sure where that last part comes from, but Maxine has always caused the blood to drain from my brain to other places.
“Well, I’m not the same. I’m not your horse. If anything, I’m a mechanical bull, and that was your first and last ride. Whatever it takes to get you a little more willing to work with us to wrap up these negotiations.”
She takes a step toward the door, but I can’t help myself. I grab her arm to stop her. “You don’t mean that.”
She looks at my hand where it’s holding her arm, and then she returns her gaze up to my face. “Like hell I don’t.”
“You can fool a lot of people with that tough as nails act of yours, Maxine, but this is me. You just let me fuck you less than a hundred feet from your office, and with no protection. Do you know what that tells me?”
“What, that I can let my hair down and take a few risks from time to time?”
I smile. “No, sexy. It means that what we just did is just the beginning.” I let her arm go and pull the door open. “After you, Miss Howard. Oh, and it’s in your interest to give it a bit more gusto with this Gareth dickhead.”
“How’s that?”
“Because I plan to make you the future Mrs. Mason Reid.”
She glares at me for a moment. “You’re not serious.”
I don’t answer. I’m dead serious and she knows it. After a beat, she checks her reflection in the wall of floor-to-ceiling glass as we return to the boardroom. I believe this may be the first time I have ever seen Maxine utterly at a loss for words with a suitable comeback.
