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“Would you like me to do a coffee run, sir?” Cynthia asked quietly as she placed a file onto Dante’s desk. It was Wednesday already, and he was having a meeting in his office with the CEO that was playing the face of the company. She knew he would never ask her to go get him coffee, but something about bending down to him and calling him sir made her think she could get him going.
It had been so hard to keep their personal and work lives separate. They were constantly giving each other looks and “accidentally” touching each other. It was all they could do to keep from ravaging each other in front of the whole company. To make matters worse, she had forgotten to do laundry, so she had to wear a pair of black slacks that were way too tight and a shirt that showed her cleavage almost inappropriately every time she bent over. Dante had been looking her up and down most of the morning.
“No, Cynthia, but thank you for asking.” Dante was strategically keeping his eyes forward, looking at his CEO instead of her breasts that were practically bobbing in his face. She retired to her desk and pretended to keep herself busy, but in truth, she was doing her job so well that she found herself with gaps of time with nothing at all to do. The company was practically running itself under her capable hands. But it was not a good time to have nothing to do because her mind wandered to thoughts of Dante and those tattoos that wrapped around his torso and down to his god-like parts below.
She fanned herself as she got hot just thinking about him and decided it was time for a nice game of solitaire. Hopefully, it would hold her concentration until the CEO left the room.
Luckily, it wasn’t much longer before they finished their meeting and the two of them were left alone again. Somehow, though, that did not make her thoughts any cleaner. And he seemed to be feeling the same way as he peeked around his own desk at her. She began twirling her necklace with her fingers, nervously. She could feel his eyes undressing her.
Suddenly he stood up and walked behind her, pretending to watch what she was doing on the computer. He bent down to whisper something in her ear. “In about five minutes they will be cleaning the bathroom on our floor. Meet me one floor down in six.” Cynthia instantly got hotter all over at the suggestion that they were going to have sex at work. She was definitely not turning that opportunity down with the way she was feeling. She watched the clock tick away slowly until it was time to head downstairs where she knocked on the door and was pulled into a dark bathroom with the click of a lock sounding behind her.
She was instantly bombarded with a passionate kiss which backed her up against the locked door of the dark restroom. She could feel that his shirt was already off, and she quickly found his belt buckle and busied herself with getting his pants off as well. She felt his mouth sucking on her neck and down to where her cleavage was exposed. She knew that had been getting to him.
With his pants and boxers off, she felt around in the dark until she found his hard shaft, soft as baby skin as she wrapped her hand around it. She felt Dante’s pleasure and desperation as he began to nibble on top of her breasts before pulling her shirt and bra off and throwing them to the tiled floor. Their breathing was heavy and the only sound they made as they exchanged kisses and bite marks before he stripped her bare as well.
The room was cold, and Cynthia held back a gasp as her back settled against the cool tile behind her. His hand began to creep up her thigh ever so slowly as her heart raced. She closed her eyes as he found her clit with his thumb and began to rub soft circles with it.
Her body pulled against his, trying to go limp in his capable arms as a finger traced its way down to her wet center and searched around the soft, pink flesh before plunging in as far as he could reach. She clawed at his back and pulled at his hair in an effort not to moan and give them away. They were, after all, on a floor with many of his office employees, and it probably wouldn’t go over well if they caught him fucking his personal assistant in their bathroom.
Dante slid a second finger inside of her with ease as she became extremely slippery from his touch. She craved his body so badly as she pressed into him, her breasts grazing his chest. She began to lick up and down his neck before going for his lips again, nibbling at those. Her goal was to drive him crazy so that he’d have to have her just as much as she needed him.
She heard a soft groan escape his lips, and he removed his fingers from her throbbing center. She whimpered at the feel of his absence. She hoped he was only replacing his fingers with something more satiating.
He pulled away from her and pushed her towards an open stall with all his might, causing her to have to use her arms to catch herself against the toilet. Apparently that was his goal as she felt him coming up behind her and smacking her ass with his open hand. Her eyes had adjusted enough to recognize the bluish tinge in the toilet, indicating it had just been cleaned. Dante must have known the cleaning schedule off by heart.
Finally she felt him place the tip of his cock at the entrance to her wet pussy. He pushed himself in less than an inch as a tease, rubbing against her sensitive lips and causing her to bite down on her tongue to keep from screaming at him, begging him, to shove himself inside of her. She didn’t have to wait long. Dante let out a soft grunt right before he plunged his long shaft deep inside of her in one swift move.
Cynthia tasted blood in her mouth that she drew from biting down so hard. Would she ever get used to his size?
Her stepbrother then grabbed her by the hips and angled them perfectly before using his grip to move her back and forth along his shaft, making her tits slap against her chest in rhythm. He didn’t bother starting slow or gentle but went full force as fast as he could force her body to move. She felt a little like a rag doll being thrown around by a small child under his firm hands. Her whole body was in motion as she felt his cock penetrating her over and over.
Her ass began to make a slapping noise against his skin, bouncing off of it as he grunted softly and thrust into to her, over and over. She continued to bite down, this time on her lower lip, as she felt her body begin to quake. She was yet again about to cum way too soon. His body was too powerful.
She squeezed the toilet until her knuckles turned white, her center pulsing hard around his shaft and causing him to stifle moans as her body coaxed him to his zenith as well. They stayed that way with him still inside of her until they could even out their breathing. No way were they walking out of the bathroom panting like they'd just run a marathon.
Finally, he pulled out slowly and headed to the sink where he splashed his sweating face with water while Cynthia pulled her tight clothing back on. They both smiled at each other as she gave him a peck on the cheek and left the restroom, hearing the lock click behind her.
Chapter 16
Dante took a three day weekend once a month, and this one he was spending with Cynthia, or Sin as she was known amongst his motorcycle gang. Everything seemed to be pretty tame compared to what it had been lately as they walked into The Blue Pig. They were greeted with smiles and slaps on the back as if it were over a year ago again, and they all still liked him. Maybe they had gotten over it and saw the error of their ways. In any case, he was going to let go and have fun with his old lady.
“Hey, Diesel, you wanna play a game of pool?” Bryant called from the back where the new pool table had been moved to. It was one of the things the club had bought as an apology for wrecking the place the other day.
He looked to Cynthia, almost wanting to ask permission before realizing where he was. He slapped her ass cheek, making her squeal, and headed over to where Billy and Ax were picking out pool sticks. Barbie was sitting at the table next to them, watching Bryant and sipping on what looked like a pina colada. He looked around wondering where Liz was since she was usually locking lips with Ax. He saw the back of her head with her long black hair across the room in the arms of Saber, a boy almost ten years her junior that had just turned 21 and joined the club a few months ago. He was still being initiated.
“What hap
pened with you and Liz?” Dante asked as he grabbed a pool stick himself. He looked to Ax who just shrugged and began to gather all the balls into the triangle.
Bryant began to cough while saying a word that sounded a lot like “slut”, which Dante assumed was his way of answering the question.
“So, who’s on whose team here?” Dante questioned as they all found a spot along the table.
“Well, I don’t think it would be fair to let Bryant and Diesel play together. The other two of us would never even get a chance to try. How about I take Diesel, and Ax can have Bryant,” Billy suggested. Bryant smiled and strutted around like a peacock as if the compliment had only been meant for him while Diesel slapped Billy on the back and gave him a bro hug.
Sin sat down next to Barbie, and Diesel watched as her skirt rode up her thighs revealing the hint of a garter belt. He could feel his mouth watering at the possibilities later.
“So, what do us gals do while the men play?” she asked Barbie, knocking into her shoulder. Barbie didn’t take her eyes off of Bryant, though, which at least made Diesel hopeful for them.
“We’re the cheerleaders, of course,” Barbie’s sweet voice cut through the sound of the pool balls shooting across the table, and Diesel held back a laugh. Barbie apparently was an actual cheerleader back in the day, had actually gone to college on a cheering scholarship, so the statement came out so natural it was comical. As much as he liked the idea of Sin in a short skirt with pom-poms in her hands, she didn’t seem like the type at all. He was pretty sure she was the goth girl sitting in the corner with pink hair writing poetry, which suited him just fine.
“So, looks like I’m stuck with you, Billy. Are we stripes or solids?” Billy answered by hitting a solid yellow ball into the far left pocket with the cue ball. “Well, solids it is, Billy. Looks like us as a team is pretty unfair as well.” Diesel took his stance and aimed at the green ball but accidentally hit a striped instead as his phone vibrated in his pocket.
“Psssh, I’ve got this in the bag. It seems like you’re off today,” commented Bryant as he strutted up to the table. Barbie stood up from her seat and started jumping and clapping. Diesel saw Sin’s eyes go wide as Barbie’s huge breasts threatened to pop out of her tight black dress, bouncing up and down like they were on a trampoline.
He shook his head and pulled out his phone, wondering who the hell could be texting him on his day off that wasn’t already in the room. His phone read a number he didn’t recognize and yet it was asking him to come into the office.
You better come into the office, Dante. Someone dropped off something pretty important for you.
His eyes narrowed at the cryptic message, but then he shrugged at it. Maybe his CEO had gotten a new phone or something, but he was curious to know what was waiting for him. He certainly hadn’t been expecting anything. A feeling in his gut told him he needed to go, though.
He leaned over to Bryant and whispered to him. “Man, I think I need to get out of here. Can you cover for me.” He looked over at Sin with a smile on her face, looking sexy as hell, lust dripping out of his eyes. At least he was being convincing.
“Oh, I get it Diesel. You want some time with your old lady. You’re still in that honeymoon faze. Barbie and I have got that going too. Go ahead, no big deal,” Bryant said, patting him on the back. Diesel waved to everyone and swooped Sin out of there in a hurry, carrying her to his bike to the sound of barbaric cheers from the club.
“Diesel, where are we going?” she asked, breathless with a giggle that made him want to take her right there on his bike.
“The office needs me to come in for something, so I figure I’ll change at my place, and we can head in real fast.”
“Aww, I was looking forward to spending the day with you and seeing all the wild things that bikers do.” She stuck out her bottom lip in a pout. It made him growl a little just looking at her like that.
“I can still show you what wild things us bikers do. Hold on tight, babe,” he snarled with a playful smile and climbed onto his bike. He felt her arms squeeze around him as he revved the engine and took off going from zero to sixty in less than ten seconds, then pushing that up until they were going at least double the speed of everyone on the road. He could hear her screaming and squealing behind him, her dark hair trailing in the wind.
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“Stay in the car, okay? I’ll be right back. I’m just going to run in and see what they want.” Dante gave Cynthia a kiss on the cheek before prompting her to roll up the window and leaving her in the car he used whenever he came to the office.
As he stepped into the elevator he straightened his tie and checked that the buttons were all aligned on his lilac shirt. He had to make sure every detail was in order to not arouse any suspicions about his afterhours lifestyle. And it was that thought that made him feel jittery about whatever had been left for him at his office. It could have been anything, but what if it was something that could bring him or his company down?
He let out a breath and shook the thought out of his head. Virtually no one knew about his double life, and he had always been so careful. It was probably some trivial document that could have waited until Monday. He’d probably be chewing out whoever sent him that message in about ten minutes.
He flipped on the light to his office and looked around. All he saw was a plain white envelope sitting unopened on his desk. It had no address and no name other than his own. Was this envelope really all they wanted him for? Yep, the yelling would definitely begin in about five minutes.
He used his thumb to tear the seal open and out fell three photographs with his own face staring back at him. They all had his bike in the photo, and one even showed him at The Blue Pig. It wasn’t like they were incriminating, but they could be particularly disastrous to the company he built from the ground up, his one great accomplishment in his miserable life. To make matters worse, there was a small note inside as well.
I know who you are and what you do in your spare time. What do you think would happen if I told somebody?
Your secret admirer
“Fuck!” he exclaimed under his breath, kicking his desk chair. It had finally happened; somebody had found him out, and it sounded like they meant to shout it from the rooftops. But who and why?
Dante racked his brain for an explanation; someone he had confided in, some point where he’d let his guard down just for a moment. All those thoughts unfortunately led to the exact same place; to the one person he trusted. Cynthia was the only living soul he had ever told the truth too, and thus the only one who had just enough information to ruin him forever. And he had allowed her into his bed. He had kissed and been inside every inch of her, only to have her stab him in the back. She was his stepsister, and yet she had still sold him out.
There was a reason the only people he ever thought of as true family were the MC.
He stormed out of the building, not caring who noticed the steam coming from his nose like a raging bull.
When he got into the car, he slammed the door and was ready to explode on the woman who was smiling goofily at him like nothing had happened. She had to know something about all this. “Who the fuck did you tell, Cynthia? And why the hell would you do that to me? Was that the plan all along?”
Her face displayed confusion, but he knew better. There was no other explanation for the note he’d gotten, for the photographs. He threw the envelope into her lap, desperate for answers she didn’t seem willing to give. As she looked through it, he saw it dawning in her eyes. She was beginning to understand why he was so angry with her.
“You think I did this, Dante? Why would I do this?” Her voice sounded hurt, but he wasn’t buying any more of it. How had the president of a motorcycle club and a billion dollar company get taken for a ride by a pretty woman from his past?
“Don’t give me that shit, Cynthia! You’re the only one that knows everything. Even if you didn’t do this yourself, you told someone who did. Who is it?” He demanded answers, his
voice ringing through the car making their ears vibrate.
“I don’t know anything about this, Dante. I would never do this to you or anyone else for that matter. I have kept my mouth shut just as you asked of me.” Her voice was pleading, begging him to believe the outrageous lie, but he wasn’t buying it.
“So, it just happens to be a coincidence that you’re the only one I’ve told and that you wanted to be a part of the club. You want me to believe that you had no hidden agenda with all that’s going on? I’m sorry, babe, but I’m not that stupid. Even if it was simply that you told someone you had full confidence in, it clearly wasn’t a good judgment call. Just tell me who he or she is, and I’ll let it go, I’ll take care of this. But you have to tell me.” Dante tried to sound calmer, trying to get her to fess up, but he could see by the stubborn look on her face she wasn’t about to budge.
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