Naughty Ladies! Spicy Romance Collection

by Bree Branigan

  As she watched, she was acutely aware that his eyes were watching the swells of her breasts bobbing in the bubbling water. She took a long sip from her tumbler and tried to regard him with a cool expression despite the heat that was growing between her thighs.

  “Nice hotel,” he commented, dragging his gaze away from her body.

  “It had good reviews,” she replied dismissively.

  “Your room is the best though.”

  Megan raised one eyebrow at him. “But of course.”

  He chuckled and shook his head, “Guess it’s good to be the boss.”

  She looked away from his intense stare.

  “So... how long have you been sleeping with your VP?” he tried to sound casual but it did not work.

  “Excuse me?”

  “Hey, my job is to notice things. And I noticed.”

  “It’s none of your business.”

  “Actually it is. It could be considered a security risk.” He was reaching and they both knew it.

  “It’s not. Anything about the business that I would know, he already knows.”

  Mac had been slowly moving towards her as she looked anywhere but at him. He settled within a foot of her and she looked surprised when she realized that fact.

  “Matthew is not a security risk,” she repeated.

  “Oh but compromising situations can be.” He spoke low so that she could barely hear.

  Megan was intensely aware of his proximity. She willed her body to calm down. With his eyes glued to her face, she was certain he could see the flush on her cheeks and the pulse pounding in her throat. She could smell the musky scent of his cologne, and it was tickling her bloodstream with promises.

  He leaned over and whispered in her ear, “Compromising like this.”

  His breath was warm against her skin and she shivered despite the warm water around them. His arm was stretched behind her and she had an overwhelming urge to retreat into his solid frame. Even sitting, he was several inches taller than she was, not to mention the pounds he had on her. Megan turned her smooth face up and blinked through thick dark lashes.

  Mac could feel his cock twitching wildly inside his swimsuit and prayed that the bubbles would hide any swelling. Her powdery fragrance was teasing him, and the sight of her firm breasts floating at the water’s surface was absolute torment. If she was not his boss, if she was just some restaurant hostess, he would be buried balls-deep in her right there in the hot tub.

  When he studied her bright green eyes, he expected to find irritation or annoyance or even repulsion, but instead he saw the one emotion that was a danger to them both. Desire.

  Her face was creamy and smooth, and her skin looked like silk. Her full pink lips were made for actions that she had probably never even dreamed of. There was almost an innocence in her look, as though the entire scenario was brand-new to her. Mac found himself torn between wanting to protect that innocence and wanting to lay waste to it.

  Megan stared up at him silently, waiting for something that neither of them could identify. His eyes were so dark she could not read anything in them. Her confusion was laid to rest when he claimed her mouth with his own. For a moment she pushed her arms against him; a feeble attempt to protest.

  His lips were surprisingly soft to the touch, yet the kiss was hard. His tongue demanded entrance to her mouth and she yielded without a fight. She moaned softly into his mouth as she tasted the warm Scotch he had just finished. His arm slid around her shoulders just as the other wrapped around her waist, pulling her onto his lap.

  She straddled him, feeling the surge of desire that filled his cock. Her body cried out to feel more of him, and she wriggled her hips in frustration. Mac held her tightly against himself, pressing up with his hips as he held her down against his swollen cock.

  There was a sudden clatter from inside the hotel, and they breathlessly sprang apart. She peered over Mac’s shoulder and could see Matthew standing just inside the glass door. Matthew spun on his heels and stormed back into the dark recesses of the hotel.

  Chapter 6

  Megan sighed heavily, and ran a damp hand over her blonde hair. She moved slowly through the water and climbed the steps while Mac’s eyes followed every move of her curves.

  “Where you headed?”

  “I-I-I have to go. This was a mistake.” She could not even look at him as she spoke the words.

  She slid her sundress over her wet swimsuit and put her sandals on as she walked towards the door. She had disappeared into the darkened room before Mac could even move out of the hot tub. His cock was raging hard under the water, and he was not exactly thrilled about walking through the hotel lobby in that condition.

  He smacked his palm against the edge of the hot tub loudly and let loose a string of cuss words to no one in particular.

  Fuck! My first fucking day on the job and I get handsy with the boss. I’m one fucking idiot. I’ll be fired before breakfast.

  But even as his mind was berating him, his body was still remembering the feel of her needy body against his. She had not rebuffed his actions at all; in fact, she seemed to want more. He knew enough about women to know when one wanted more. She had pressed her tits against his chest and ground her pussy against his cock. If those were not clear signs of ‘want’, then he may as well give up women altogether.

  Just as his cock was starting to deflate, his memory tricked him into thinking about the fullness of her breasts against him and the curve of her hips under his hands.

  “Fuck!” he swore out loud as his cock resurged.

  He glanced around and finally saw a stack of towels in the distance. The night was dark enough that he was able to make it to the towels and wrap one around himself for camouflage. The breeze quickly cooled his skin and forced the shrinkage he had been waiting on. By the time he got back to his own room, he was ready for a hot shower. He debated going to Megan’s room, away from prying eyes, but decided against it.

  Instead, he took a long hot shower with plenty of soap suds to slick his cock. As he pictured her full soft lips wrapped around his shaft, he grunted and shot his load against the opposite shower wall.

  He dried off and finally collapsed into bed, exhausted from the day and from the lust he felt for his blonde boss.

  MEGAN WAS ALONE IN her room after her own shower. The sheets were cool and crisp against her skin, and she stretched her body out against them. As she lay there, she berated herself for giving in so easily to Mac’s desires for her.

  I’m lying to myself. I wanted him too. I still want him. I can’t be sleeping around with all of my subordinates. That’s insane. But holy hell, he felt good.

  Megan remembered the thickness of his hard cock underneath her, and knew that if she kept him around she would give in. Matthew had a certain professionalism and was always considerate in the sack, but Mac was pure, raw power. And part of her desperately wanted that; wanted someone else to have the power just for a moment.

  With two fingers buried deep inside her own pussy, she imagined Mac plunging into her while he held her down on the bed. She gasped and sighed as the climax overtook her good judgment, and she may have even called out his name. She passed out soon afterwards, with thoughts of her new head of security dancing through her head.

  THE NEXT MORNING, BREAKFAST was slightly awkward between the three of them. Luckily, everyone had split off into four-top tables and Megan did not end up with either Matthew or Mac. While she ate her spinach omelet she chatted politely with the other three at her table.

  After breakfast, the plan was to have a team-building exercise out on the obstacle course. One of her staff was a huge fan of rope ladders and such, and had offered to plan it. So she handed it right over.

  Everyone changed into workout gear and headed down to the course. There were rope ladders, a zip line, and some sort of gadget that resembled a medieval torture device. The hotel employee who operated the course ran through all of the safety advice and lectures, and then let them have at it. />
  The teams were divided up, and Megan was both horrified and excited to be on Mac’s team. Matthew looked like the kid from grade school who always got picked last for baseball, but it had been out of her control.

  Matthew’s team headed to the opposite end of the course. Apparently the two teams would start on opposite ends, meet in the middle, and then finish.

  Everything went pretty well with Mac and his team until it came to the middle feature when they met Matthew’s team. The middle obstacle consisted of a rope swing that hung over a huge mud pit. The point was to swing from one ledge to the other and obviously not get muddy.

  Mac went first and easily cleared it. Two others from their team managed to make it across with little struggle. Megan was up, and prepared herself with a deep breath. As soon as she swung out from the first ledge, she knew she was not going to make it. Mac reached out for her to pull her the rest of the way. As the swing moved backwards, Megan lost her grip on the rope, Mac lost his balance on the ledge and they both tumbled into the soggy mud pit. By the time they both surfaced, they were covered from head to toe in slimy, cold, wet mud and were surrounded by laughing colleagues. No one had ever seen Megan remotely disheveled, even, before! She sat up, stunned, for a moment. And then the irony of the whole situation overtook her. Wiping mud from her eyes, sputtering, she gave in to full-fledged laughter. Beside her, Mac was laughing uproariously. When he had gained control enough to stand up, he held out a hand and pulled Megan up Matthew just glared at them from the sidelines.

  The two teams finished the course with no other incidents, but as everyone headed back to the locker room to clean up, Matthew happened to bump into Mac as the teams met. Without even thinking, Mac reacted and shoved Matthew backwards into the mud. Matthew reached out to grasp someone for balance and managed to snag the head of accounting. As they tumbled, their flailing limbs took out several others. Within minutes, the entire group. including Megan and Mac, were back in the mud pit.

  Matthew came up bellowing at Mac, and for his efforts received a mouthful of mud that someone slung at him. Soon the entire group was throwing mud and yelling and laughing and tumbling over one another.

  Megan felt a thick, strong hand grab her wrist and pull her towards them. She found herself pressed against the thick hard body of her head of security, and they slipped around against each other in the mud. She wrapped one leg around his waist for balance and leverage but instead of gaining the upper hand, he slid several fingers along the crotch of her running shorts. She gasped and wriggled against the fingers which only spurred them on.

  By the time the filthy group has settled back down, she was red-faced and panting from desire. As they all slogged their way out of the pit, she prayed that the rest of her senior staff would chalk it up to exertion.

  The hotel employee took one look at the mud-covered monsters and pointed at the back entrance where the locker rooms were located.

  Chapter 7

  Everyone schlepped into the locker rooms, leaving a trail of mud behind them. Megan had only one other female on her staff so it was just the two of them, she and Susan, the Human Resources director, in the women’s locker room. Megan realized that all hopes of maintaining professionalism had gone out the door when she landed in the mud the first time, so she grinned at Susan and stripped down to her bra and panties. Susan looked nervous, but did the same, and stepped into one of the shower stalls wearing her underwear.

  Megan followed suit, wishing she had her toiletry kit with her. The water left clear trails through the mud, and she kept wiping at the residue with her hands until most of it was pooled on the floor of the shower. She stood with her head under the water for a good long while to let the water rinse away most of the mess before she even attempted to untangle her French twist.

  After she felt mostly clean, she stepped out of the stream and let her hair down. There was no one in the office who knew that her blonde tresses actually fell almost to her waist. Not even Matthew. The cool water felt glorious as it ran through the tangles, and she used the conditioner on the wall to wash it gently.

  “I’m going now,” Susan announced “See you in a bit!” and Megan heard the locker room door close behind her. She peeked out into the empty locker room, and grabbed her dirty clothes from the floor to rinse them as well.

  Back in her shower stall, as Megan soaped and rinsed her tee shirt and running shorts, she heard the locker room door again. Spinning around in her soaking wet bra and panties, she was face to face with Mac, standing beside her stall wearing nothing but a pair of boxers and a huge grin. Megan dropped her wet clothing as he opened the glass door and stepped in.

  Without a word, he pushed her up against the shower wall and devoured her mouth. His hands squeezed at her full breasts while his fingers rolled her tight nipples. With a grunt of frustration, he slid one hand behind her and flipped open the bra clasp, peeling it away from her wet skin.

  Instantly his mouth fell to one of her taut rosebud peaks, and he closed his lips around it, letting his tongue flicker over the sensitive nub.

  Megan slid her hands over his body, feeling the hard flat planes of his pecs and the solid bulge of his biceps. He squirmed when her nails tickled his abs but the grunt dissolved into a moan when her delicate fingers slid inside the waistband of his boxers. The water had soaked through them, and she peeled them down his hips, letting his swollen cock bob free.

  As thick as she thought he was through his clothing, he was even larger in her hand. She wrapped her fingers around loosely and stroked him lightly, eliciting a pained groan as he teased her other nipple.

  She lightly and loosely stroked him, just enough to torment without bringing him anywhere near the edge. With her foot dragging the boxers to the floor, she reached further down and rolled his heavy balls in her fingertips.

  His nails raked her hips as he tore the panties from her body. When his fingers found her slippery pussy, she groaned with him. His nimble fingers teased her wanting need, creating circles around her petals, he finally rubbed her clit. She gasped, trembling, and sunk her teeth into his exposed neck. Guttural grunts escaped his lips. When the locker room door opened, neither of them heard it.

  Suddenly the door to the shower stall flew open and they were both staring at a red-faced, fist-clenching Matthew.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” he blared at Megan.

  Megan was nearly lost in her lust and could barely see straight, especially since Mac had not removed his hand. Megan reached for Matthew who just stared at her. Mac finally withdrew and Megan released her delicate grasp on his bouncing cock.

  They stepped apart slowly while Matthew continued to stare.

  Megan looked from one to the other, and slowly realized she was in desperate need of both. She took each of them by the hand leading them out of the shower stall and into the rest of the locker room. With a gentle push, she made them both sit down on opposite benches staring at each other. After she locked the door, she returned to the men.

  “Strip,” she ordered Matthew.

  “What the fuck?”

  “If you want to fuck me, strip,” she said with resolve.

  Matthew’s naked boss then turned away, bent over to give him a clear view of her well-developed ass, and hungrily kissed Mac before straddling his naked lap. Grinding against him and dancing her tongue in and out of his mouth, she could hear the rustling behind her. She stood up and pressed her body into Matthew’s, feeling the surge in his cock as well. His kiss was less demanding, less forceful, but still full of desire.

  Matthew was stronger than his lean frame would indicate, and he easily spun her around until she was on her back on the bench with her legs spread. He knelt at the foot of the bench and pulled her towards him. He absolutely loved to eat her pussy, and he wanted to show Mac just how hard he could make her cum.

  Mac was grinning at the two of them and stroking his cock. As soon as Matthew’s talented tongue found her aching clit, she moaned and arched off the bench
. With lightning-quick flicks his tongue, explored along her slit, then back to that sweet spot, tickling and licking expertly. Megan’s body bucked as her breathing grew more and more ragged. Mac stood up and straddled her prone body.

  She stared up at the thick cock hovering above her and reached for it. He rubbed the sensitive tip against her full lips and she parted them to let him slide his shaft along her tongue. They both groaned aloud as he filled her mouth.

  Matthew’s tongue made her moan against Mac’s shaft, making Mac groan. Then, everything exploded within her. Waves and waves of pleasure assailed her shuddering body. When she erupted, her mouth latched on and sucked roughly. Mac drove his cock in and out of her mouth until he had to yank it away.

  From his place between her spread thighs, Matthew grinned and stroked himself. Mac and Matthew exchanged a silent agreement, and as Matthew stood to take Mac’s place, Mac pushed Megan backwards on the bench so he could angle his cock to her pussy.

  He drove himself into her in one stroke, and she bucked wildly. He paused to let her pussy adjust to his girth and he could feel the first quaking of her next explosion. As Matthew slid his own cock into her waiting mouth, Mac started pounding her pussy.

  Megan dug her nails into Matthew’s ass as she licked and sucked his familiar cock. Her moans and groans were driving him crazy with vibrations and she could feel her impending climax from Mac’s thick cock.

  Matthew was close, and pulled out at the last second, letting her experienced fingers stroke him the last few times until he grunted and jetted over her bouncing tits. He collapsed onto the second bench and lay down to catch his breath.

  Mac could feel her tight little pussy squeezing him as she came, pulling the cum from his heavy balls. With one last stroke, he tipped over the edge and whipped it out just in time to add his load to the one that was already painted on her chest. He fell forward awkwardly to rest on top of her. She entwined her legs around him and sighed contentedly under the weight of the large man.