Baby Bargain_A Billionaire Baby Contract Romance
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Kissable. Fuckable.
Scott is present, too. The sexual tension between him and Carly is so thick I can taste it. It is pretty damn obvious he fucked her. He asked me if he could that night at the club before I left. I told him I had no problem with it. He needed to get in there if we are going to attempt a threesome. The more comfortable Carly is with the both of us, the better.
It is a good sign that she let him in, too. It means that we are that much closer to making that happen. I desperately want to fuck her. I want to have a threesome with her and Scott. Scott is my best friend, my wingman. I trust him with this, and it is going to be nothing but hot if we manage to get Carly to agree.
I have no idea on how we went from a simple bet to considering a threesome, but what the hell – it sounds fucking perfect.
Just thinking about it gets me hot and bothered. I shift in my seat, trying to get comfortable around my erection.
Scott glances at me. I know he is thinking the same thing. He’s seen Carly’s outfit, too. Plus, he had fucked her, so he knows what she is like. We are in this together, our arousal something we have to work with in a meeting where everyone else is present.
Carly glances up at me. Her lips curl into a smile. Is she thinking the same thing? Is she thinking about sex with me or with Scott? Is she thinking about fucking us both? I’ve already planted that seed in her mind, but I still don’t know for sure if that is what she wants.
I want her to want it. I need to find out where she is at, after the meeting.
I know Scott will be dying to find out, too. God, if she is willing, I can just imagine what we will be doing to her. I would fuck her in every hole. Her mouth is delicious. Her pussy is heaven, and her ass, well, I still haven’t gone there with her. But I’m sure it is something we can touch on. If she wants to do this, we are going to do it properly.
When I look at Scott, his eyes meet mine. I can see the hunger in his face–seeing him around women for years has taught me the telltale signs. It is impossible for the three of us to be in the same room together and not have the atmosphere be sexually charged.
The meeting finally ends, and the other members file out one by one. When it is just the three of us left, I get up and close the door.
“I hope you took notes of all that,” I say to Carly.
“That’s what I’m here for,” she says, and I know that she did more than just take notes. I’ve been giving her more and more responsibility, and she’s jotting down her thoughts on the margin of her notes. She has an analytical mind, one capable of cutting through the bullshit everyone loves to spout during meetings.
Good. Because I hadn’t been able to concentrate at all.
“Will you send them through to me, too?” Scott asks. “I didn’t exactly pay attention.”
Carly looks at him, and her face changes. A sexy smile replaced the innocent one.
“Were you distracted?” she asks.
“You know I was,” he says with a grin. She smiles back at him.
“It’s hard to fuck you and not think about it, afterward,” I say to her.
She turns to me. If she is embarrassed or surprised about how quickly this conversation turned dirty, she doesn’t show it. Scott and I pick up our chairs and move closer to her so the three of us sit together in a huddle.
“So, what do you think about a threesome?” I ask her. She glances at Scott.
“I want to do it,” she says, the words rolling out of her mouth fast. She doesn’t even sound unsure.
“Really?” I ask.
“Yeah,” Carly says and smiles. “I’ve never done it before, and I think it could be fun. I’ve been thinking a lot about it since…since I tried the two of you. I want it.”
I glance at Scott. He is grinning. Fuck, we are going to do this, aren’t we?
“Are you sure about this?” Scott asks. “We don’t want you to feel uncomfortable about anything, or feel obligated to do this.”
Carly nods. “I don’t do anything I don’t want to do, trust me. I want to do this. I want both of you to fuck me.”
Hearing her talk dirty like that makes me hot. Scott shifts in his seat, and I know he is as hot and horny as I am. If I had a choice, we would do it all right now. I would rip off her clothes, expose her tits and her ass. I would turn around so that she was facing Scott and bury my cock in her pussy while she sucks him off.
Thinking about getting her down and dirty like that makes me shiver, and I push the thoughts away. Control that is the key right now.
“How are things with your sister?” Scott asks, bringing me back to reality. The question is a good one, too. Emma, was it? She seemed very upset when we’d been at the club together. It made me wish that Carly hadn’t brought her along, or that I hadn’t invited her to join us with her sister.
“Yeah, we’re okay, I guess,” Carly says with a shrug. “She’s having a little fit. She’ll get over it again. They don’t last very long.”
“So, you haven’t sorted it out?” I ask.
Carly shakes her head. “There’s nothing to sort out. I’m old enough to do whatever I want. She can’t tell me how to live my life.”
Scott glances at me. “Is she upset about us being on the picture?”
Carly sighs. “She’s just jealous that I can have fun when she doesn’t know how to. She’s a wet blanket sometimes.”
“I guess, what we’re trying to figure out is if she’s going to be a problem,” I say. Scott nods. Carly looks from me to Scott and back to me again. “We have a serious image we need to uphold here with the investors being so anal about our image. If we do this and it comes out, we’re screwed.”
Carly nods. “I get what you mean. And no, she won’t be a problem. My relationships, or which men I’m with, has nothing to do with her.”
“So, no problems?” I ask. It is imperative that we keep this behind closed doors. Franklin Hull is really an asshole when it comes to what he wants, and he won’t hesitate to withdraw his money and maybe even sink the company if it comes down to it.
And if that happens, no one’s going to win our Carly bet. Although that shouldn’t be a real concern, it is. We take our bets seriously. Even if they involve turning a vegan into a furious steak-devourer.
“No problems,” Carly says. “This is between the three of us. No one will hear a word of it from my mouth.”
I nod, happy with what she said. Scott look satisfied, too. I know that his satisfied look is more than just satisfaction about the investors and their ignorance. We are going to do this. We are going to have our threesome. Scott and I are going to fuck the same woman at the same time, and I can’t wait for it to happen.
I can’t believe this is fucking happening.
Carly gets up. “I have some work to do,” she says. “Notes to type up, emails to send.”
I nod. “Sure, I’ll see you in the office.”
I watch her leave the meeting room. She swings her hips from side to side as she walks, her ass a sight to behold. She closes the door behind her. I look at Scott.
“Well,” I say. “There it is.”
“Fuck, yeah,” he says and grins. “You weren’t joking about her. She’s something else.”
I chuckle. “I figured you had her. What was she like?”
“God, she was good. You didn’t tell me how dirty she can be. She looks like such an innocent thing, but once she’d turned on… wow.”
I laugh. “Yeah, I was surprised, too. I want details, bro.”
Scott tells me everything. The storage closet at the club is so much dirtier than anything I’ve done but that is Scott’s style. He has no shame. When he wants it, he gets it, no matter where it is. He has a dirty mouth and a dirtier mind. He talks to women like they are objects and they still come for him because he knows just how to do it.
Carly had liked it, too, obviously. She wants to do a threesome with us now. I don’t doubt that it is because of Scott and how he operates. He makes them feel like it is a privilege to have him fuck t
hem. And he is the perfect candidate for a threesome because with something like that, everything decent goes out of the window.
Fucking a woman with your best friend just doesn’t fall under sweet and safe. It is down and dirty and just the thing that Scott would be able to facilitate.
“We have to do it soon,” Scott says. “In case she changes her mind.”
I shake my head. “I don’t think she’s going to change her mind. We’ll just keep going, and if we can’t do it together yet, we’ll just keep fucking her. Keep her coming.”
We both laugh. Yes, we are talking about her like she is just an object to get off to. But in a way, she is. She is a great person and a stunning personal assistant, but she is also the woman that agreed to fuck us both. The one that wants to do a threesome.
“I’ve been giving her a few tasks,” Scott adds then, almost offhandedly. “Six months and the board will vote her in as VP.”
“Six months and she’ll be VP,” I agree with Kevin, but then I just grin. “But that’s because they’ll follow my lead on that. I’ve been giving her more responsibilities, you know?”
“Keep telling yourself that, man. She’ll be my VP, not yours.”
“Anyway, we’ll talk to her and set a date, soon,” I say. “The VP stuff can wait. Right now I just want to do this. I don’t want to wait, either, and not just because of her changing her mind or because of the investors. I want to do it soon - I want to fuck her with you.”
Scott nods. “Yeah, man. It will be fucking hot. I can’t wait to get into her pants again, either way.”
His phone beeps.
“Gotta go,” he says when he checks it. He claps me on the shoulder and leaves the meeting room, leaving me behind alone. I look toward the window. God, this is going to be good. Getting Carly naked again, having her any way I want to and having Scott with me, doing the same.
The mere thought of it makes me shiver. I am hard in my pants. I could do with a release now, but I’m not going to do anything other than jack myself off until I get to fuck Carly again.
Nothing would be satisfying the way she would be.
Carly
I have the boys on my mind, and I am running late for work. The idea of a threesome has gotten me riled up enough that I spent more time in bed running my hands over my own body, imagining what it would be like if I had both doing it at the same time.
I get dressed with them in mind when I finally get up and realize how late it is. I wear dress pants and a blouse that traces my form perfectly. I have to play by the company rules, of course, but my clothes are far from frumpy. I noticed both of them looking yesterday, when the top buttons of my shirt had been undone, and I’d worn a skirt and heels.
And I want them to look. I want them both to stare, to ogle, to want me the way I am starting to want both of them.
I let my hair hang over my shoulders in loose curls, and I apply smoky makeup that makes my dark eyes look bigger. Red lips are always enticing, and I know they both have images in their minds of me sucking their dicks. I want them to remember that when they look at me.
I am being dirty. I’m thinking like a slut. And I don’t mind it, not today, not with them.
When I am about two blocks away from the office, my phone rings. Emma’s name flashes on the caller screen, and I groan inwardly. I’m not sure if I feel like talking to her right now. I’m in a good mood, and her and I haven’t exactly sorted out our differences yet. She is being a little bitch, and she hasn’t wanted to talk to me until now, even though I’d tried. I feel like playing the same game and not answering her calls, either.
I can’t do that, though. One of us has to give, and seeing that I’d done nothing wrong. I’m not going to be full of shit the way she is.
“Yeah,” I answer, not bothering to hide my irritation with her.
“Are you still at home?” she asks.
“I’m on my way to the office. Why?”
“I forgot my flat iron at your house.”
I frown, going silent for a while. She isn’t calling to apologize or talk it out, is she?
“When can I get it?” she asks when I don’t answer her. Is she going to leave things the way they are between us? Isn’t she going to try?
“I’ll be home much later,” I say. “Maybe six.”
“That’s too late. I need it before then.”
I’m getting irritated. The flat iron is more important than her relationship with me. We’ve reached a new low.
“You’re going to have to meet me halfway for a key if you want to pick it up earlier, Em,” I say. “I’m already late for work. I can’t turn back now.”
She hesitates. “Yeah, okay. Where are you now? I’ll meet you.”
I explain where I am, and we agree on a place to meet.
“I’ll see you in a bit,” she says and hangs up. I’d half hoped that she would ask to see me some time to talk about what happened, to fix our relationship. We are sisters, after all, and we’ve always been close.
Whatever her issue is with me now, though, she isn’t going to try to reconcile with me. Not today, unless she is planning on packing the little bit of time we’ll have when I give her my key. Which isn’t going to happen, if I know Emma at all.
When I park the car, Emma is already there. She gets out of her car and walks to me.
“Thanks for meeting me,” she says. She doesn’t lean in to hug me.
“Sure,” I say. I fiddle in the glove compartment for the spare key I keep with me. I hand it to Emma.
“Lock up when you’re done,” I say. “I’ll get the key from you when I see you again.”
She nods. I wait for her to say something to me, to suggest when we would see each other again. She doesn’t. She pockets the key and looks at me. She doesn’t look like she feels awkward at all. Usually when we fought, she looks tense and unsure. This time, she looks a little smug.
“When am I seeing you?” I ask.
Emma shrugs. “I’m not sure. I’ll call you.” She glances at her watch. “But I have to go, and I know you said you were late.”
She turns and walks to the car. I watch her get in, wave at me, and leave.
I get into my own car. Something is up. Emma is usually so quick to try and sort things out. Until she manages to do so, she is down and difficult.
She doesn’t look like any of that right now, even though we haven’t buried the hatchet from the other night. In fact, she looks like she is in a good mood. She looks like she is up to something. I just don’t know what that is. I know her well enough to know that it had to be something, though.
I pull back into the road to cover the short distance left to the office.
What the hell is Emma up to? She isn’t usually this calm when we got stuck. She is usually upset or cranky until we sort it out. Unless she was doing something that I don’t know about.
My phone rings and I answer.
“Where are you?” Kevin asks.
“On my way. I’m running a little late,” I tell him, feeling a bit nervous. I’ve fucked with him, yes, but he’s still my boss. And both he and Scott have been relying on me more and more. If I keep up at that rate, soon enough I’ll stop being a glorified secretary.
Which means I’ll be able to rub it in Emma’s face. I don’t like losing bets, even if they’re done in a fury.
“Don’t stress,” he says. “Just get your delicious ass in here.”
I smile when he hangs up. Kevin knows just what to say to make me feel wanted and dominated, all at the same time. He uses pet names now and then, but generally, even the way he acts around me is enough to make me feel like he is my boss in more ways than one.
God, and all of that is going to happen along with Scott, the most dominating guy I’ve been with so far. The way he took me in that storage room, ordering me around and fucking me whichever way he pleased… the memories make me shiver.
If I am going to sleep with them both, I know it is going to be a hell of a ride.
“Are you headed out for lunch?” Kevin asks, popping his head out of his office door.
I shake my head. “I packed lunch.”
Buying lunch every day is a lot simpler than making food to take with me, but it costs so much more.
“Great,” Kevin says. “When you’re done, come to my office. We can catch up a little before we get back to work.”
I nod. My stomach tightens a little, and a thrill travels through me. I like it when Kevin asks me into his office to talk about things that are unrelated to work. I like spending time with him, getting to know him as a person. I’m not planning on dating–my dad had cured me of that long ago–but sex with a stranger is impersonal, and even though Kevin and I are just fucking, it’s nice to get to know him a little.
Besides, he is so fucking hot, and being around him always gets me thinking dirty thoughts. It’s convenient because it seems that he feels the same way.
And then there is Scott. Kevin knows that we fucked, and he seems perfectly fine with it. Not that I have anything to feel guilty about. I am a free agent, and I can fuck whoever I want to. But with the two of them pushing for a threesome, I guess it is normal for each of them to know that they’ve both had me.
And I don’t feel bad about that fact at all, either.
I like that I’ve been with them both. And I like that they want to take this to a new level. It is different than anything I’ve done before, but I’m up for a challenge.
I don’t know what it is about these two, but they seem happy enough to share. And that works for me. Oh, it really does.
Once I finish my food, I go to Kevin’s office. He beckons me in, and I close the door behind me.
Kevin gets up and walks to the full-length glass walls. He draws the blinds, creating privacy where there was none before. I am suddenly boxed into a space that seems much smaller. When Kevin turns around, it puts him right up against me. It is unexpected, and my breath hitches in my throat.