Blackmailed by the Billionaire Brothers: The Complete Series

by Sylvia Banks

  “I might be back here with you guys tomorrow,” I said, starting up conversation.

  “Warren chased you off already?” David smiled with a teasing grin. He flicked his dyed magenta hair from his slanted pitch black eyes.

  “He wants to put me in finance.” I shuffled a file in a cabinet and closed the drawer.

  “Girl, I don’t see the problem. Your view is much better than mine.” David cocked his hip and scanned the room. Even though there were plenty of pretty girls in the office, he wasn’t interested in any of them. If there was anyone who’d know if Ellis was gay—it would be David.

  I leaned over to him and whispered, “What about your boss?”

  “Eli?” David snorted. “That’s like being an orthodox Jew craving bacon. Not gonna happen.”

  “Is he married?” I’d never seen a ring on his finger but always good to check.

  “Since never,” David said with his special flare.

  “So he doesn’t go for men?” I double checked. I didn’t want any uncertainty.

  David shook his head. “Nope.” It was his I tried expression that convinced me. “But with Warren, I think I might have a chance to bring him around.”

  Barbara snorted as she walked in the door. “A bad divorce doesn’t make a man turn the other direction.”

  I beamed a smile at Barb. “He was married?”

  “Oh yeah.” Barbara rolled her eyes. She set down a pile of folders next to me. “It was before your time here.”

  “You would’ve remembered, trust me.” David said. “I think everybody went through his divorce.”

  Ouch. By everybody, I assumed he meant all of BankTrost. I didn’t want to pry but curiosity won over politeness. “He took it out on you guys?”

  “Oh, no. Not him,” Barbara said. “His wife.”

  “That’s why I have a shot.” David closed a drawer and grabbed another file.

  “His wife?” I said shaking my head for more of an explanation.

  Before Barbara walked out the filing room she chirped, “Let’s just say, she’s the reason why his office is sound proof.”

  I turned to David. “His office is sound proof?”

  He nodded his head. “Mostly.”

  I rolled my hand for more. “Come-on. Spill.”

  David darted his eyes around and leaned in closer. “His wife would come in and give him the third degree. She could be heard on the floor below us.” He pointed down. “Everyone got an ear full of the daily complaint.”

  “She worked here?”

  “No.” David straightened and went back to his filing. “She didn’t have to. Not with the money he makes.”

  Wow. What a way to cut a guy’s balls off. Being yelled at in front of employees…I couldn’t imagine. If my mother came to my work and yelled at me, I’d sound proof my cubicle too…or maybe shoot her. “Then I don’t blame him. I’d divorce her.”

  “Oh he didn’t divorce her,” David flipped his hair. “She handed him the papers herself and screamed how she’d be free of his jerk-ness forever more.”

  “Shit,” I whispered.

  “Yeah, I’ve got in the bag.” David slid another file in its place. “I was just waiting for him to recover.”

  I snickered. “How long you gonna wait?”

  David blushed. “I’m working up to it. He’s kina—intense.”

  “Overbearing if you ask me.” I looked at the teetering pile of files next to me. For everything going electronic, we sure did have a lot of paper.

  “So can you give me any pointers?” David gave me a coquettish grin.

  Oh boy. What to say about Warren. Thinking about my boss, he was not just intense. He was fierce. His eyes were vivid and never soft. He was a man with a mission. A CEO with a purpose. Every girls dream, right?

  “All I know is if you get ahold of that rock, you better hold on tight or prepare for jagged edges,” I said.

  David smiled wide. “It’d be a fun ride.”

  ~ ~ ~

  Filing for most the day, I finally got back to my computer at four-forty six. I sat in my chair and turned my monitor back on when the floor vibrated from pounding footsteps. Several heads peeked over the cubicle “ceilings” to watch a fuming Ellis storm Warren’s office.

  Ellis threw open the CEO’s door and slammed it shut. Now that I knew Warren insulated his office, I didn’t bother trying to listen. Ellis’s empathy for employees meant he was the Human Resources head that fought for the little guy. I wondered if they were fighting over me.

  My cell phone rang and I checked the screen. Mom was calling. Or, better put, the reason I’d gone to college was calling. A flash of resentment washed over me. We didn’t have enough money to pay for tuition so I took out a loan. Six years later, I was still paying for school. I let out my tension with a long suffering sigh and answered the call.

  “Hi, mom.”

  Her thick Brooklyn accent chided me. “Did your sister call?”

  “No, why?” Flipping on my computer monitor, I checked my work emails while mother babbled. There was one from Warren. He wanted me to come see him before I left for the day. Something about papers to sign. I looked at his office door. No way was I going to interrupt two brothers going at it.

  “Are you listening to me?” Mother said.

  “Call sis, yeah got it.”

  “Oh, Mother Mary, I’m trying to help you and this is how you treat your mother…”

  “Mom, I’ll call her.”

  “This is about your cousin, you know, the baker?”

  “Mom, you don’t need to remind me. I have a job at a bank.” Accounting never was the plan. I wanted to be like my cousin the baker, but mom always took the opportunity to point out how Phil never had money. How he was always broke.

  But, my bakery was the motivation for going to business school. It’d been a curse to be good at accounting. One thing lead to another and I found myself taking a state test for certification in accounting. Mother had never been so ecstatic. You’d think I won a noble peace prize.

  The horror and disappointment when I told her I just wanted to own a small bakery in the local neighborhood was the worst thing I could have done to her. She sobbed for a week. That alone was motivation enough for getting my own apartment. I was on the ten year payment plan until I moved out of my parents’ house. I could not take any more of the guilt-trip brow-beating for “wasting a career”.

  Zoning Mom out I tapped away at my computer giving her a “uh-hu” or a “yeah” at the appropriate pauses. Her call spurned me to ask the hard question. If it came down to it, would I leave if I was forced to work in the accounting department?

  Yes. I was done doing things other people wanted me to do. I was certainly done with accounting. If Ellis couldn’t make Warren see things the “Fabulous” way…then I’d have to make a hard decision.

  When Warren’s door cracked open I scrambled. “Okay, mom, gotta go, bye.” Click. She’d probably call me back in two minutes and chew me out for not saying, “I love you”.

  I peeked over the walls of my cubicle. The office was barren. I looked at the time. Five twenty-four. The mass exodus of BankTrost employees came and went. Ellis’ voice filtered through the desolate office. “How long are you staying?”

  Warren’s soft murmur answered something incoherent.

  “Okay, don’t stay to long…what?” Another round of soft muttering, then Ellis said, “No, I’m going home.”

  I stood up and leaned against my cubicle opening. When Ellis shut the door and turned around, his forlorn face told me the whole story. I’d made my decision so there was only more thing to do. Warren couldn’t hear us and from what I could tell, he wasn’t going to come out of his office any time soon, despite what Ellis said. Warren never left before six. This wouldn’t take too long. Not with the way my lack of love life was going.

  “He didn’t change his mind, did he?” I asked.

  Ellis washed his face and walked over to me. “Fabiola, he’s got a poin
t. You’re really talented in accounting.”

  I sucked in a deep breath then sighed. “Well, then I guess I have no choice.”

  He smiled. I bet he thought I’d conceded to Warrens demand. But I licked my lips. The only warning he’d get. “I guess I should do this before I quit.”

  Before my words registered, I grabbed the collar of his shirt and hauled him in my cubicle. Using the element of surprise, I pushed Ellis against my drab carpeted wall and started kissing him silly.

  He managed to pull away. “Wait, you’d quit for being transferred?”

  “Yep.” I went back to kissing.

  Again he pushed my shoulders back, as if we hadn’t been sucking face. “You should have told me that before.” He turned like he’d go back to Warren’s office.

  “Too late.” I grabbed him and turned him back towards me. This was happening. It would be my little goodbye present. Our lips collided again. Ellis protested, but every swipe of my tongue weakened his objections. He started moaning and kissing me back. The wall he used to guard against inappropriately touching an employee started melting away. His embrace was still nowhere near the naughtiness I wanted but it was a start. I’d get him past that boundary with encouragement.

  My hands roamed and clasped the buttons of his shirt. One hand unbuttoned, while the other grabbed handfuls of polyester and pulled up. Soon I combed my hand through sparse chest hair. Ellis sucked in his stomach but otherwise didn’t pull away. His reaction was of a man who’d been too busy with work for a girlfriend.

  I scratched my nails down his back. He was sensitive. That fact made him attractive. The perfectly put together HR head was coming apart from just my hands and lips. I grabbed his neck and traced a line from his collar bone down to his pants. That made him buck and moan. It made me want to mate with his mouth.

  His kisses became desperate. Sucking in air through my nose didn’t give me enough oxygen, but I didn’t care. If I stopped now I wasn’t sure he’d be able to pull back. A wash of need ambushed me. I slid my hand down to his slacks and explored the button, clasp and zipper while he deepened the kiss. His tongue rolled over mine, tangling us in a dance of lips and teeth. I snaked my hands in his hair and pulled him down so I could give as good as I got. We were pressed so tight but I wanted more.

  As I was getting dizzy from lack of air, he pulled away. Ellis grabbed my upper lip with his teeth and nibbled. Then he did the same with my lower lip. All the while we both filled our lungs with gasping heaves. He planted petite kisses up and down my neck and I moaned. Our lips collided again and his tongue ravaged me. My breathing became labored.

  His mouth left kisses over my neck, and his hands only grabbed my hips to steady himself. I used my hands to guide his around my waist, hoping he’d be encouraged to roam. It seemed the HR head taught his hands to be still. Ellis managed to pull away and whisper, “Fab, what are we doing?”

  In slow deliberation, I said, “I’m fucking you.”

  Ellis shook his head. “Oh, okay. Carry on.”

  Men were so easy.

  Since my fingers were having a challenge opening his trousers, I looked down. Ellis leaned over and nibbled my ear. The man liked to bite. It distracted me from getting his pants open. When he gently clamped his teeth over my shoulder I arched my back and finally got his slacks loose.

  Muscular, gorgeous thighs sported beautiful curly-haired legs. His black briefs couldn’t hold all of him and the tip of his penis poked out and throbbed hello. I went for the direct approach, and stroked the bulge threatening to rip his underwear apart. Ellis lifted his head and cried out, “Fa…”

  His reaction fueled my desire. What a responsive lover. This was the most fun I’d ever had on a dare. Paralyzed, Ellis leaned against the cubicle wall and moaned. He was still holding me like a friend or an employee. That had to change. I guided his hand down my skirt clad ass.

  He groaned and squeezed—finally. Ellis started taking control and walked me backward towards my desk. He kissed me while we walked by the braille method to my desk. I hit the back of my chair, which he took hold of and flung behind him. He kept moving me back until my ass hit the top of my desk. Then he used a hand to clear everything out of his way. Computer monitor—squished between the desk and the cubicle wall. Keyboard—on the floor. Files—scattered everywhere.

  Setting me on top of the desk, he shoved my skirt up with both hands. Talented fingers played with my lacey underwear. Ellis slipped his finger under the top band and tickled my hip. Our lips and tongues became a language all our own. I kissed him deeper, loving his teasing play. Slipping in and out from under my panties his fingers danced around my inner and outer thighs. His hand traveled all the way around the band to the small of my back and started pulling my underwear off. Fully dressed, except for my crotch, Ellis’ hands roamed under my clothes. Deft fingers unlatched my bra and his hands came around my front and cupped my breast.

  He became more in the moment, like he finally was on board with what was happening. His tongue stroked the inside of my mouth with long glides. Massaging my breast, his thumb rolled over my nipples making them pucker. I moaned into his mouth and his body pushed me into the desk, asserting his male side.

  My shoulders hit the wall where my desk met the cubicle. Now Ellis was getting into this and pulled my hips into his waist, letting me feel his hard mass between my legs. My arms slipped under his open shirt and I raked his back with my nails. Ellis broke away from our kiss, arched his back and hissed out a curse. His right leg came up, spreading me open. The animal side of Ellis came out to play. He pressed down on top of me while simultaneously pulling me closer to him. His kiss became more earnest, more demanding but in contrast his touches were light. The differences sent my senses zinging in extreme directions. Abandoning all propriety, I set upon getting his cock inside me.

  I sent my hands to his bare back, scratching, clawing, enticing him to shove his flesh pike inside me. My legs wrapped around his thighs and I pulled him closer. He started rocking us, setting pressure with his bulge on that magical place between my legs. I started to moan but his lips persisted I pay attention to them.

  He wasn’t done with foreplay, but I was, and my hands wandered down to his ass. I squeezed and that sent Ellis bucking. Lips traveled down to my neck. I expected he’d nip me for my aggressive behavior. Two could play at that game. His shoulder was in the right place so I opened my mouth and pressed my teeth against his muscled shoulder.

  That did him in. His breath shuddered and his light touches became possessive and demanding. With one hand he tried pulling his underwear down but the material clung to him. In a surprising show of strength his other arm didn’t let me go. He must have thought I’d fall. In trying to bob free, his dick only exasperated things as the spandex pulled at his erection. His hips gyrated trying to get his cock free and finally he let go of me to pull his underwear off.

  A suppressed giggle escaped my lips. He looked up at me and the boyish smirk and mischievous twinkle in his eyes made me feel comfortable and playful. Sex for him was fun. Not some intense driven, soul intense connection. But that didn’t mean that he didn’t take it seriously. Sex wasn’t a death march, it was supposed to be fun.

  Finally his cock sprung wild from under his jockey and he gave me a smile that said, you’re in trouble now. My girl parts squirmed in anticipation. He pulled me to the edge of the desk with one hand and used the other to guide himself to my waiting hole.

  Ellis leaned over and kissed me, gently, reverently as his tip searched my folds. Slick with need, I didn’t disappoint him. He moaned in my mouth and pressed his cock to gain entrance inside. His tip spread me open. It felt like the parting of a sea. Euphoria bloomed like a hibiscus flower sending waves of exhilarating bliss over my body.

  Tensions of the day melted. All the stress keeping me going through the day transferred into lustful energy. I became a wet noodle as Ellis pumped in shallow strokes, pressing only hard enough to go deeper, inch by inch. He held me, pos
itioning my body in an angle that would allow him access in any way he wanted. I was all his.

  As he went deeper, I succumbed to his whims. Ellis laid me on the desktop holding my legs in a “V” to his chest. Hooking my ankles around his shoulders I pressed my ass towards him, helping inside me. His muscled biceps worked while he held my lower back up in the air. With no support under my ass it was a testament of my trust in him not to drop me. Only my shoulders and upper back remained flat on my desk while Ellis held the rest of me in the air.

  My body found relief from each shallow push. He drove his last few inches in, and at last my long dry spell of no sex was broken. My pussy swallowed him whole and his balls nestled along my ass. My chest pounded. I’d been holding my breath and now heaved in air.

  He pulled out and it was both a relief and a yearning for him to fill me again. He drove in, steady all the way till our hips met and I smiled. He was all mine now. His hard shaft twitched inside my inner walls and I squeezed him back. His eyes widened for a second then he lifted his head back and moaned. Ellis started pulling out, but this time he pumped like a violinist playing a sweet solo.

  Halting himself at every stride I didn’t have time to think. Wave after wave he pounded just enough to keep me intoxicated with his cock. He was taking his time with me. Making it last. Ramping up his strokes from slow to a pace meant to last and drive me crazy.

  Files that managed not to spill from my desk scattered to the floor. My computer monitor and keyboard shuffled around as Ellis pounded in a smooth rhythm. The stress of the day released me of its restrictive hold. I watched Ellis as I brought my hand up and massaged my breast. His lips parted and his eyes locked onto my hand. My other hand wandered up and down my stomach. His eyes followed my trailing hand and pumped faster. Good boy. I arched my back and squeezed my breast and plucked my nipple with my thumb and forefinger. A spike launched from my hardened nub to my clit. I moaned and licked my lips.