The Virgins Double Bosses: A MFM Billionaire Menage Romance

by Sullivan, Shae

  When Arthur spotted me heading in the direction of the kitchen, he tapped the microphone and caused the speaker to whine with feedback. I clutched my left ear. “Really?”

  “You said not yet,” his voice boomed from the speaker. “Mind yourself, brother.”

  I scowled in his direction and went back for the bar to collect a vodka tonic. It felt like it was going to be a rough night impressing investors from out of town and overseas. I didn't want to lose anyone's confidence in my company—I mean, Arthur's company, too—and the pressure was rising.

  I needed a release.

  While taking a spot on a bar stool, Arthur crossed the room and took the seat next to me. He ordered the same drink as mine and requested an umbrella.

  “Fancy,” I teased.

  “There he is. There's the life of the party.”

  “Don't taunt me, Arty. I'm not really in the mood.”

  He cringed but didn't acknowledge my slight. "Well, when things get started, and the food rolls out, we can pay our little one a visit."

  “I feel like I've got enough pressure backed up to blast a mountain to pieces.”

  “Strangest comparison you've made to date, but duly noted, brother.”

  I sipped my drink, listening to the ice clink against the glass. I sighed. “I'm on edge.”

  “Oh, I can tell. Everyone can tell. They've been avoiding you like the plague.”

  “Don't make me out to be the monster.”

  “No, you're a perfectionist—that's far worse.”

  I tried to smile, but it must have looked like a scowl. "Yeah, sure."

  “Just relax, Elijah. Don't blow your head off trying to make things perfect. Everything will unravel in time.”

  “Why are you suddenly the one with a level head? That's my job.”

  "Make enough jokes, and you'll laugh that frown away. Come on—lighten up with me and have a shot. It'll help you relax."

  There was no use arguing for Arthur was already ordering us a couple of shots of whiskey. I knew it would do me well. My muscles were aching all over, especially my cock. That night out impressing Belle with my mouth was rewarding, but it had done a number on my balls. They were practically blue right now.

  I tossed back the first shot and then the next without much hesitation, listening as the microphone whined a little more. I turned to find an attendant on the stage getting his notes ready. The more I watched the activity unfold around me, the more I become nervous—which was strange. I shouldn't be nervous. I couldn't.

  It must have been Belle.

  As much as I wanted to resist seeing her, I felt compelled. I tapped Arthur on the shoulder and motioned for him to follow me, quickly turning to head out the side door that led into the catering hall. There wasn't much life bustling about. Thankfully, most of the people in the service were starting to work in the main room. We sneaked up the carpeted hall and to the kitchen window, peeking inside like a couple of kids trying to figure out a mystery.

  And there she was—elegant as ever, even dressed down in a pair of flared black pants and a black blouse. Her breasts looked lovely, her figure was shapely, and her legs looked incredible with skin-tight jeans wrapped around them. I licked my lips.

  “Damn,” Arthur groaned. “How the hell does she look so good in whatever she's wearing?”

  “Probably because we want to fuck her.”

  “That makes no sense, brother.”

  “It's science. When two males are ready to mate with a woman, they find her attractive—no matter what. It's just how the brain propels you to mate.”

  He snorted, clearly amused. “Whatever you say.”

  “I say we lure her out of there somehow and get her into the bathroom.”

  “Aren't you supposed to be the patient one?”

  I chuckled. “I really don't think I can wait.”

  “Well, any plan is a good one. I was just going to pin her in the kitchen.”

  “Maybe we should take turns.”

  “Do you think that will ease her up a bit?”

  “I'm more than sure she'll have some words for us since our date didn't go so well.”

  He sighed. “You've got a point there. Tag, you're it.”

  After playfully patting my shoulder, Arthur made his way back down the hall and out the same door we had come in. One of us had to be present for the event at all times, so this was a fine idea.

  And I was more than happy to take the first round with Belle.

  I waited for a few minutes, watching as her workers busily shifted about and grabbed the food to be put out on the table. Once they had all filed out the main door to the grand ballroom, I pushed through the swinging kitchen door and tugged on my suit jacket, making sure it was straight. Belle turned around, and her eyes widened instantly.

  “What are you doing here?” She propped one hand on her hip and cocked her head, curious. “Don't tell me you're one of the guests.”

  “Actually, I'm one of the owners,” I said smoothly while picking at an invisible piece of lint off my jacket. “I'm Mr. Powers—Mr. Elijah Powers.”

  She blinked twice. “Unbelievable.”

  “How so?”

  “You and your friend—Arthur, is it?—hired me as your own personal catering company. I just find that a little...suspicious.”

  “We were so impressed by your work. We just had to have you in our hotels.”

  “That date was a set-up, wasn't it? To get me in bed?”

  My gaze softened as I slowly approached her. I kept my eyes level with hers out of respect even though I fought hard to keep myself under control. The images from the other night swept through my mind, and I could already feel my cock growing erect. I leaned nonchalantly against the counter, gently touching her exposed elbow. "I would never do such a thing—nor would Arthur."

  “I don't understand. Why did you two switch places?”

  “Well, Arthur was curious what kind of personality you had. You see, Miss Belle, we're interested in having a woman who is independent, strong, and innovative. She has to be able to see the future.”

  “Unfortunately, my crystal ball is broken.”

  I grinned. “I like your humor.”

  “I'm not really fond of yours.”

  “Did you get the flowers?”

  She raised a suspicious eyebrow. “How did you know where I lived?”

  “We hired you, so naturally we have your address on file.”

  “I didn't update it.”

  I smiled handsomely. “Miss Belle...please, if I could explain a little more.”

  “I wish you would.”

  I stroked the skin around her elbow and gently ascended her arm, rubbing my way softly up to her shoulder. She hissed slightly, and her lips parted to reveal her plush tongue hiding behind her teeth. When she caught herself in the moment, she withdrew.

  “Explain,” she insisted.

  “I assure you I have no ulterior motives.”

  She laughed. “I've heard that before, Mr. Powers.”

  “Oh, Miss Belle...call me Elijah.”

  “Are you really Elijah?”

  I grinned mischievously. “Should I show you my papers?”

  She looked mildly tense but that same curiosity I had seen in her at the club lingered. Her nostrils flared slightly. I studied her every movement like an animal observing its prey. As innocent as she seemed, I think she was much more receptive to exploring than she led on. I decided to test that theory.

  “Or maybe I should show you something else?” I proposed.

  She stared, unflinching, as I drew closer to her. “Like what?”

  I hummed as I trailed my fingers up to her neck, drawing little circles in her skin there before reaching for her chin. I took her chin between my fingers and tugged, bringing her closer to my lips. She gasped as her chest heaved, her body relinquishing control almost instantaneously. I licked her bottom lip as a teasing gesture and let my other hand wander down her waist, searching for the waistband of her je
ans.

  When I located the waistband, I tucked my fingers beneath it and stroked over her panties.

  “Already wet,” I whispered. “I wonder why?”

  “You…your...”

  “My...what?”

  “Your scent...”

  I grinned while pressing my lips to hers, effectively silencing her next statement. I knew what she was going to say. I could feel her recognition in her body—it was in the way her hips bucked forward and how her arms went limp at her sides. She didn't fight me off.

  And I was loving it.

  While continuing to stroke her wet panties, I dragged my lips down her chin and marked a path along her jaw to her ear. She moaned soft and low, trying to keep her voice down in order to keep any curious ears from hearing us. A round of applause exploded on the other side of the door, and I pressed hard against her pussy, forcing a loud groan to erupt from her lips.

  She was panting as I nibbled on her earlobe and forced her harder against the counter, pinning her in place.

  “What were you going to say?” I teased in a whisper.

  “That...you smell...familiar.”

  “Do I?”

  “Mmm…”

  I licked her earlobe and traveled down her neck, suckling on her soft skin. I felt her gushing against my finger, juices soaking my hand as I resisted the urge to rip off her clothes and fuck her senseless against the round of desserts piled on the counter. I slipped my thumb underneath the band of her panties and stroked her clit, feeling her gush even more. Her hips began to pump forward, and she squeezed my shoulders.

  “Elijah...wait,” she whimpered.

  I reluctantly stopped stroking. “Yes?”

  “Maybe...” She bit her lower lip. “I don't think I can do this.”

  Even though I was disappointed, I tried not to wear that expression all over my face. I took my hand out of her panties and kissed the corners of her mouth before pulling away. “As you wish.”

  As I turned, I heard a groan of protest. I smiled wide while reveling in the fact that I was winning in this situation, but wiped the grin off my face when I turned back around.

  Her pants were unbuttoned, and her head was bowed—just like a tribute.

  I approached her slowly, studying the way she had her eyes shut. I rummaged carefully beneath her panties and stroked two fingers against her clit, watching as her legs buckled and she fell against the counter. I positioned myself between her legs and held the small of her back as leverage.

  When I pressed my cheek to hers, she whimpered and bucked forward, encouraging me to stroke. Good God, she was so sweet and pure. I had never felt a woman tremble like this under my touch. Before, I had felt like a god amongst men satisfying each woman who came my way. But with Belle? She made me feel like I owned every inch of time that spanned across the universe. I was greater than a god. I was a true ruler; a king.

  And she was giving me her body just like a tribute.

  I stroked her clit in circles and watched her head loll back lustfully, her tongue dancing behind her teeth while trying to remain quiet. I pressed my achingly hard cock against her thigh and nudged her gently to tease her with what she could potentially have if she wanted it. While I increased my stroking rhythm, her lips mouthed words that I couldn't hear.

  I leaned closer. “What's that, baby?”

  “Finger me.”

  “Are you sure?”

  She nodded. “Please.”

  My breath hitched as I slipped one finger inside her delicate pussy. Fuck—she was tight. Her muscles contracted immediately upon entry, and I paused, encouraging her to breathe and relax. Once her breathing had steadied, I slipped further and pressed my thumb against her clit.

  She hissed and pressed her lips to mine. I kissed her deeply, passionately, and rhythmically slipped my finger in and out of her pussy. I was constricted by the waistband of her pants, and I felt her tensing with every stroke, prompting my cock to grow even harder. Was there any way I could get more erect? I couldn't control myself.

  I wanted her so badly.

  Another hiss prompted me to pause and check her features to see if she was okay. A look of worry was in her eyes, a look that told me she might regret what she was doing.

  And I couldn't deny how it made me feel: guilty.

  Slowly, I withdrew my finger as my breathing became erratic. Maybe I was pushing her too hard. I couldn't help how much I wanted her, but I could at least help how I reacted to her. My usual level-headed thinking returned, and I smiled as I patted the front of her pants.

  “Maybe we should finish this later,” I suggested.

  “But I...”

  I gave her a stern look. “Later.”

  Without hesitation, she nodded and breathlessly kissed me again.

  “Go wash up,” I instructed. “I want you to be ready for delivering dessert.”

  “Of course, sir.”

  “And I require your presence tomorrow,” he added with a grin. “At my mansion.”

  Chapter 9

  Belle

  Just like that, the roses had returned to my mind.

  I was pinned between Elijah and the counter with his finger fondling my pussy, and his jacket pressed to my nose when I finally recognized what I thought was so familiar.

  Him—it was him.

  The roses smelled like him. The room in the club smelled like him. That musk was far too distinct to mistake for anything else. It was patchouli and honeysuckle—a divine and practically orgasmic scent that transported me to another world as soon as he was pressed against me. I honestly had no idea why I had not protested him coming on to me so strongly.

  I think I wanted it. I think part of me was ready for it and desperately needed a strong hand to lead me through. But something was off about it. Something was far too different and strange.

  When he left, I felt hollow. I held my hand to my heart just to make sure it was still there. All the feelings I had just the other night came rushing back—the confusion, the hesitance, and the curiosity—in a rush of emotions that made me want to crumble to the ground or hump something.

  Maybe I needed to do both.

  My hand shot for my phone that was sitting on the charger on the counter. I had to text Sarah. She would know what to do in this situation. If not her, then who? I tried not to let that sort of panic take over. The front of my work jeans were wet, and it was starting to get cold. I wasn't sure if I should run and change or just focus on the task at hand. I heard another round of applause come from beyond the door and sighed, relieved.

  The gala event was in full swing. I didn't have to worry just yet.

  As I started typing up a message, I felt a pair of hands take my hips. I stayed bent over the counter and watched the reflection that appeared on my phone screen.

  It was Arthur.

  Fuck, I didn't need anymore teasing. Elijah had already ruined my pants. If I let Arthur do anything to me, I think I might break down and just let him take me.

  No, I chided. You don't need to let anybody do anything.

  I felt so torn all of a sudden. It was like the sky was breaking open and a beam of white light was striking me where I stood, causing a flood of emotions as my chest expanded. I felt Arthur pressed against my ass, shuffling slightly to get his feet between my legs. I felt him grow hard against me...and I gushed again.

  I locked my phone and set it down, trying to breathe through it.

  “Hello, little one.”

  I perked up. “What?”

  He leaned over to press his lips to my ear. “Do you recognize me yet?”

  They must have talked somewhere in between me getting fingered and me panicking about it. What were these two guys up to—and what did it really have to do with me?

  “I...”

  He chuckled as he traced my spine with his hands gently. “I'll take that as a 'yes.'”

  There were no words. I couldn't help the way my body reacted, and I couldn't begin to describe why I couldn't deny him
. The other night was just for fun, nothing special. But here I was practically repeating it...with the same guy.

  “Arthur?” I whispered.

  “Yes, little one?”

  “I'm...I'm aching.”

  “Do you need some help?”

  I nodded while biting my lower lip.

  He turned me around gently and lifted me up by my ass, planting me on the counter with my legs spread wide. He leaned in close and pressed his erect cock against my pussy, furthering the mess that was already there. As his hips rolled forward, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and hugged him in tight—I wanted him as close as possible.

  It was utterly intoxicating to be this close and to have free will to hump his cock. The sensation was much more pleasurable than the other night. It might have just been exciting because we were in the kitchen while an event was happening just beyond the door. The idea of getting caught was exotic, but also shot a bolt of panic right down to my toes.

  I stopped.

  “What's wrong, little one?” he asked.

  He was panting, and there was a small collection of sweat on his forehead.

  “I don't know,” I replied.

  “We can stop.”

  I shook my head. “I want relief.”

  “You can have anything you want.”

  Humming, he resumed his rhythmic humping against my clit, forcing me back on the counter. I had nothing to hold on to except him. I could feel his cock throbbing against me, his heart pumping, and his breath growing heavier by the pump. When his cock twitched against my pussy, I squeaked and giggled at the same time, relishing the feeling of having sort of sex without any penetration—I still felt pure.

  It was perfect.

  I rocked my hips forward and back, using his cock as a toy. He was warm against my pussy and rock solid, giving me the perfect edge for my pussy lips to rub against. My clit felt swollen against him and only twitched more as I kept humping. I could feel my thighs growing taut and my shoulders tensing as I squeezed my eyes shut and moaned.

  Electricity filled my gut. I could feel a ball forming in my pelvis, growing warmer as our bodies moved in unison. I dug my nails into his back and let my head fall back, allowing him to cradle it as I rolled my hips. My rhythm grew faster when his lips met my neck, the electricity crackling with my impending orgasm.