Brother's Best Friend's Package

by Cassandra Bloom

  “You seem a little distracted. That’s all. Have you heard a word I’ve said?”

  “Of course I have. I’ll see you on Sunday.”

  Giles Pendragon broke into a happy grin. His green eyes lit up, and his bright teeth showed between his lips. He looked exactly the way Gina remembered him. The same tinge of gray marked his temples, and the crow’s feet Gina loved so much twinkled around his eyes. “I can’t wait to see you! Five months is too long to wait.”

  Gina smiled. “It’ll be good to see you, too.”

  His image on the screen grabbed a pen and a piece of paper. “Tell me when your flight gets in. I’ll pick you up at the airport.”

  “That’s all right,” Gina replied. “I’ll handle it. I’ll get a cab to my hotel or something like that. You don’t have to worry about me.”

  “I mean it. You don’t want to take a smelly old cab. I’ll pick you up in the limo and take you back to the penthouse. You can stay there until you get your own place.”

  “Naw. I’d rather just get a hotel room or something the first few days. Thanks for the offer, though.”

  Giles frowned. “What are you talking about? Why would you go to the expense of staying in some rotten hotel when you could stay at the penthouse? You know it’s a lot nicer. You’ve been there enough times.”

  “Yeah. I know it’s nice.”

  “And riding into the city in the limo is a lot better than taking some cab. Come on. When’s your flight?”

  Gina braced herself. She knew all along it would come to this. “I’m serious, Mr. Pendragon. I don’t want you picking me up from the airport.”

  His jaw dropped. “Why in God’s name not? It makes no sense, and you haven’t given me one decent reason why. Just tell me why.”

  Gina set her jaw. “Because I don’t want to. That should be reason enough for you. I don’t want you picking me up. I don’t want to ride to the city in the limo, and I don’t want to stay in the penthouse. Get that through your head.”

  Giles could set his jaw just as hard and straight as she could. “Now you’re making me mad, Ms. Kemp, and you wouldn’t like me when I get mad. I’m not getting off this Skype call until you explain yourself. I’m your boss, and I’m ordering you to give me a detailed explanation of your activities while on my payroll.”

  “And another thing,” Gina shot back. “Once I get back to San Francisco, I’m gonna want to work from home for a while. I can do the same research and submit the same reports. I don’t want to spend all of my time in the office.”

  “That’s fine, Ms. Kemp. We’ll set you a schedule of office days. Let’s say three days a week at first, and you can work your way up from there.”

  “No, that’s not good enough. I want to work from home all the time. I might come into the office for important client negotiations, but I want to spend all my working time at home. I can telecommute.”

  He stared at her with his mouth open. “That’s not possible.”

  “It’s going to be possible, or I won’t be coming back to San Francisco to work for you.” Gina clasped her hands in her lap. He couldn’t see them shaking. “I had an offer from Southern Mining Company. They want to headhunt me. If you give me any static about working from home, I won’t come back. I can make twice as much here in New Zealand as I can in the States.”

  Black clouds roiled and fought for supremacy in his face. He glared at her in frustration. “I sent you to New Zealand because I trusted you-you, of all people, over all my other employees. You’ve done top-notch work there for five months. No one could fault you for that.”

  “Then you should trust me on this, too. I’ll do top-notch work at home, and I’ll send it to you electronically the same way I’ve done the whole time I’ve been in New Zealand. You’ll see me once a month—or whenever you can’t manage without me—and life will go on as usual.”

  He stared at her in blank incomprehension. “What in the world has gotten into you?”

  She looked away from the screen again. “That’s the way it is, Mr. Pendragon. Take it or leave it.”

  He compressed his lips. “Do you know how long I’ve waited to see you again? Do you know what these last five months have been like for me?”

  She had to look at the screen again. She couldn’t stop herself. Her voice came out as a hoarse whisper. “Don’t do this.”

  The words tumbled out of him in a rush. “You don’t know? I’ll tell you what these last five months have been like for me. They’ve been pure torture. I wanted to wine you and dine you when you got back. I wanted to take you back to the penthouse and pick up where we left off.”

  “We can never pick up where we left off.”

  His face spasmed in agony. “Do you know what you’re doing to me? You’re destroying the one hope I held onto all these months. I wanted to….well, you don’t care what I wanted. I guess this means you never want to see me again.”

  “I never said that. I do want to see you again. It just has to be different now. We can’t go back to our old game of you nailing your secretary whenever you feel like it.”

  “Is that what you think you are—my secretary?”

  “Come on, Mr. Pendragon. You know what I mean.”

  “Is there someone else? Did you meet some Kiwi stud down there? Is that why you’re dumping me?”

  “I’m not dumping you. I just want to change a few things. What’s wrong with that?”

  “You want to see me once a month. What good does that do me? What good does it do me if I can’t nail you whenever I feel like it?”

  Gina bit back a smile. “Maybe it does you some good to have an employee you value. Maybe the work I do does you some good. Maybe you value something about me besides my ass.”

  His twisted face softened. “Of course I value you. I value a lot more about you than just your ass—although that is….well, it’s magnificent. I wish I had my hands on it and my face jammed into it right now.”

  Gina blushed. “Stop it, sir.”

  A grin struggled to show at the corner of his mouth. “Say it again.”

  “Stop it, sir.”

  “Louder. Let me hear you moan.”

  She leaned close to the screen so her lips pouted in the viewing window. She lowered her voice to a sing-song whimper. “Oh, stop it, sir. Oh, please stop. Oh, God, please.”

  He growled into the screen. “Yeah, baby. God damn, you make me so damn hard. I’m gonna bend you over and smack your beautiful ass.”

  She sobbed and contorted her mouth in the window. “Oh, please, Mr. Pendragon. You know I can’t stand it. I’ve been so bad and my ass needs a smack so bad.”

  He rumbled low in his chest. “Are you a filthy little girl? Have you been sticking things in that horny little pussy of yours while your boss is away?”

  “Oh, please, sir. I am so rotten. I know I need a spanking, but please don’t hurt me. I’ll be a good girl from now on. I swear it.”

  “Bend over and let me see your ass, baby. Let me see you smack that ass of yours.”

  She got out of her chair, turned around, and planted one hand on the seat. She hooked her other hand under her waistband and slid her yoga pants over her curvy hips. She looked over her shoulder to make sure her big round white ass showed in the window.

  Giles panted for breath on the screen. His shoulder flexed when his arm moved up and down in front of him. He had his cock in his hand the way he usually did during these internet sex games. “Smack it, baby. Smack it like you know you want me to.”

  She raised her hand and brought it down hard across her own ass. She yelped and jumped at the sudden sting. “Oh, please!”

  “That’s it. Smack it one more time. Just once.”

  She turned her face all the way around so he could see her scream. She lifted her hand and struck her own ass as hard as she could. The red mark showed up nice and clear on the screen. She screeched out loud and moaned in pleasure.

  “Sit down on it, baby,” he grumbled. “Let me see your pretty
little mouth again.”

  She sat down and brought her mouth up to the camera. His arm moved faster. “Yeah, baby. I’m gonna get you on your knees.”

  “Please, sir. Let me suck it.”

  “Lick your lips.”

  She ran her tongue around her lips.

  He gritted his teeth. “That’s good. That’s so good.”

  He pumped his arm harder and harder until a ragged groan escaped him. He finished himself off and collapsed back in his chair. “Do you see what you do to me? Don’t tell me I can only see you once a month. You’ll kill me doing that.”

  She leaned back to her face filled the screen. “We’ll see. I will be working from home, though. That’s not negotiable.”

  He sat up and fixed his eyes on her. “If I agree to this, you’ll have to give me some satisfactory explanation, Ms. Kemp. I have to understand it.”

  “Call it personal reasons. That’s the best explanation I can give you.”

  He frowned his post-ejaculatory frown, but he already relaxed a lot more. “Are you sure that’s all you can tell me?”

  “I’m sure. Maybe someday you’ll understand why.”

  He sniffed and ran his fingers through his hair. “All right. I guess I have no choice but to go along with this.”

  “No, you don’t.”

  “What will you do? Where will you set up shop?”

  “I’ll rent an apartment in the city, the same way I did here. Everything will be the same as it has been the whole five months I’ve been in New Zealand, except now we’ll be in the same city.”

  His jaw muscle tightened. “Are you sure you won’t let me pick you up from the airport?”

  She smiled and started to relax, too. “I’m sure. I prefer it this way. I appreciate you wanting to wine me and dine me, but I have my own agenda for when I get back to town.”

  “I can see that.”

  She smiled at him. “So are we all clear?”

  “No, we’re not all clear, but at least we have a way to move forward.”

  “I’m looking forward to seeing you again, too.”

  “When will I see you? If you’re working from home and I can’t pick you up from the airport, when will I see you again?”

  Gina took a deep breath. “I’m not sure. We’ll just have to see how things work out when I get back to town.”

  His frowned deepened. “I don’t like this. I just want you to know that. I don’t like this at all.”

  “I know you don’t, and I’m sorry about that, but this is the way I have to do it. This is the way it has to be.”

  He straightened up. “If this is what you have to do, then this is the way we’ll do it. You let me know what you need and when you plan to come into the office.”

  She brightened up. “Thank you. I knew I could count on you.”

  His hand moved closer to the computer. “I guess this is it then.”

  “Yeah.”

  “So…see you later.”

  Gina put her finger on the mouse pad. “See ya.”

  He clicked off first. She let out a shaky breath. So that part of this business was all taken care of. She turned away from the computer. Winnona still slept in her carry capsule. Gina picked up the capsule and gave it a soft rock. She studied the wrinkled little face inside. “Now comes the hard part.”

  Chapter 2

  Gina kept Winnona’s carry capsule buckled into the seat next to her on the plane all the way from Auckland to San Francisco. She took the baby out to feed and change and rock and cuddle and sing to her. To Gina’s relief, the baby slept most of the way and even let Gina sleep some.

  Mostly, though, concerns about Giles Pendragon haunted Gina waking and sleeping. What would happen when she finally returned to the States? That man never took no for an answer in his life. He wouldn’t take her lunatic proposal to work from home lying down. How long could she keep up the pretense?

  From the moment she walked into his office two years ago, they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. He cornered her in bathrooms and broom closets. He bent her over his desk and ordered her to crawl under it to suck his dick.

  Never in Gina’s life had a man fired her passions like he did. Sure, he was drop dead gorgeous in his tailored suits and his diamond Rolex. He could make her knees melt with a snap of his fingers, and he knew how to use every inch of his muscled bulk to get her to submit. He pounded her a million ways from Sunday, and she loved every minute of it—she loved every minute of it right up until that fateful minute when she read a plus sign in the results window of a cheap drugstore pregnancy test.

  Holy crap—pregnant! She hadn’t laid another man since she met Giles. The baby could only be his. She wanted to get rid of it, but somehow, she just kept putting it off and putting it off until the deadline passed.

  Worst of all, being pregnant made her hornier than ever. Her blood went on fire. If he flashed his deep brown eyes at her, she would feel herself get wetter and wetter until she dissolved in her office chair.

  Something about her pregnant body turned him into a raving maniac. He couldn’t keep away from her. He panted after her like a dog after a bitch. He felt her smoldering desire, and he set out to satisfy it. He drilled her in his limo. He locked her in his luxury penthouse for long weekends and left her too sore to walk. He tied her up and spanked her until she screamed with intense pleasure and begged him to give it to her.

  Even thinking about those days made her wet all over again, but she could never tell him the truth. When she started to show at four months, she hid her pregnancy under floppy clothing. Her buxom form helped a lot, too, but her tits ached and her nipples itched. She longed for him to caress them, suck and tease them, and pinch them to relieve her pent-up tensions, and when he did, she collapsed into his hands. He always wound up making love to her harder and harder and sending into orgasm.

  No doubt he wanted to do the same thing now. So how could she live in the same town with him howling at the moon to get hold of her before he found out she’d had his baby in New Zealand?

  Hiding her pregnancy was easy, even though Giles and Gina engaged in just as much sex over the internet as they ever had in person. Gina simply took extra care not to include her swollen belly in the viewing window. She focused the camera on her upturned ass, on her fingers stroking her wet lady lips, on herself squeezing her nipples, or her mouth sucking…..just about anything she found on hand. Hiding Winnona after the baby was born was easy, too. Gina simply timed their Skype calls to coincide with Winnona's naps.

  Gina would have to take extra care once she brought Winnona back to San Francisco. She would have to locate a reliable babysitter to take care of Winnona during any meetings Gina couldn’t get out of. Gina couldn’t exactly video conference with Giles and his clients in the same town, could she?

  Winnona woke up when the plane nosed into the Bay for a landing. Gina fed her and changed her and smiled at her and cooed into the baby’s astonished face. Gina held Winnona against her chest and rocked her while the plane veered into the runway. Winnona drifted off, and by the time all the other passengers got off the plane, the baby was asleep again in her carry capsule. Now, if she would only stay that way until Gina got the luggage and caught a cab to her hotel, life would be smashing.

  Gina collected her diaper bag in one hand and the capsule in the other and headed for the concourse. She noticed by the clock on the flashing arrivals board her flight got in half an hour early. Fantastic. Now there was no chance of that man turning up and making a scene in the airport.

  She hurried through the immigration line to the baggage claim. She set the carry capsule on the ground with Winnona still asleep inside it, but she couldn’t stop fidgeting. A curious dread haunted her every minute. She kept glancing over her shoulder at the sliding doors leading out to the parking garage.

  She moved through the crowd to wrestle her two large suitcases off the conveyor belt. She stood them on their wheels with a sigh of relief. Now she could beat it out of he
re and disappear into northbound traffic.

  She clicked the sliding handles of both suitcases into place and took hold of them, one in each hand. She wheeled them around to trundle them back to Winnona when she spotted a familiar face out of the crowd. Her heart stood still. It was him.

  Her mind whirled. She had to think of something pretty fast. In a split second, she decided to play it cool. She didn’t stop wheeling her suitcases. She wheeled them right up to him and steered him well clear of Winnona before she stopped. She stood her cases on their wheels and faced him. “What are you doing here? I told you I didn’t want you to give me a ride.”

  “I’m not here to give you a ride, Gina,” Giles replied. “I had to see you. I haven’t seen you in five months.”

  She set her shoulders. “Well, now you’ve seen me.”

  He shifted to stand at her side. “Let me walk you out to the taxi stand. Here. Let me take one of your suitcases. They look heavy.” He laughed out loud. “I didn’t know you were such a clothes horse.”

  Gina pursed her lips. “That’s okay. I’d rather do it myself, and I’m perfectly capable of catching a cab. I don’t need any help from you.”

  He frowned at her. “What’s wrong with you? Aren’t you the least bit happy to see me?”

  Gina glanced over her shoulder. Winnona’s carry capsule still sat in the same place. Some people milled around next to it. A woman stood closest. At that distance, anyone would believe the baby belonged to that woman. No one would believe Winnona belonged to Gina.

  “Look, Giles. I’m really happy to see you again. I’m glad you came out. I really am. It’s very good to see you after so long. Now I have to get going.” She wanted to add, “Please leave,” but of course, she couldn’t do that. He was her boss, after all.

  He didn’t leave. He stood still. “If you’re so happy to see me, why are you acting so cold? You haven’t kissed me or hugged me or whispered sweet nothings in my ear.”

  She arched her eyebrows. “Is that what you want me to do?”

  “Of course. That’s what I’ve been fantasizing about since the day you left. You know I’m crazy about you.”