Brother's Best Friend's Package

by Cassandra Bloom

  She couldn’t go back to that apartment. She changed too much in one night. She needed her own space from which to build the next exciting phase of her life. She would love and learn and enjoy whatever came along, but she would do it on her own terms.

  She cast aside the rules by which she lived her life before this night. She would write a new rule book in the morning, but it would be her rule book. Not even the great Chad Archer could live her life for her. If he really loved her the way he said he did, he would have to accept that.

  He came up behind her one more time, and when he put his arms around her, the same magical attraction pulled her against his massive body. She glowed all over with arousal and contentment. She belonged here, in his arms. She didn’t belong anywhere else.

  He kissed up her neck to her ear, and tingling electricity cascaded down her skin. It pricked her nipples awake and stabbed into her crotch. She already knew what he wanted. She wanted it, too. Her heart flooded with sweet affection for him. She wouldn’t call it love. Her relationship with Tom, that she used to call love, bore no resemblance to this. This encompassed her whole world, her whole being.

  She didn’t have cleaning the kitchen and getting ready for work with Chad—not yet. If she ever did, maybe she could call that love. This? This was the universe. This was heaven. This was life and death and skin and bone and days and nights and the rest of their lives. This was something so far beyond her understanding she didn’t know what to call it. Love didn’t cover it. Love was mundane. This was eternal.

  She didn’t want this to end. She didn’t want to face another day without the glorious sunrise he gave her. She blessed him and worshiped him for giving her the chance to make it real.

  He slid his hands down her stomach to her hips. He swayed her back and forth in his arms and melted the resistance out of her joints. Her box throbbed in aching desire. The honey flowed down her lips to sting her ass. He shoved his prick into her ass from behind, and she leaned back to nudge it to its full rigidity.

  His teeth touched her neck. Ruby stiffened in alarm, but that thrill of danger only excited her all the more. He growled low, and his bite stabbed her skin. She whined in pain, but the rest of her answered his animal madness with equal ardor.

  She saw herself in the mirror. His hands ranged over the blue dress. He twisted it and heaved it off her tight curves. He drove her to insanity dragging that cool satin over her skin. She hummed in erotic ecstasy. Already her pussy puffed and swelled with hot blood for his attack.

  He slipped the dress up her legs, and one powerful hand dove under the hem. His fingers cut between her legs to find the slick slit between them. Ruby whimpered at those inquisitive digits exploring her wetness with exact precision. Her body opened at his command. She responded as never before.

  His other hand surrounded her voluptuous breast, and his burly frame tilted her forward. Her cleavage hung open in the mirror. She opened her mouth to moan to herself. Her own glaring desire turned her on as much as his touch.

  His eyes drilled into her from behind. He fixed his gaze on her reflection, and she locked her eyes on his brooding face. He glared at her while he fingered her dripping crevice. He knew he turned her on. He knew he gave her the most earth-shattering climaxes possible. He knew he owned her and dominated her with his every glance.

  She moaned to him. She pleaded with her eyes for mercy, but he thrust his fingers deeper into her chasm to stir her molten lava with masterful strokes. He pumped her juices from her exotic chalice while his fangs tortured her neck in ever-harder bites.

  His hands went into a whirlwind all around her. She couldn’t think of anything or see anything but her own blatant lust. The next thing she knew, he shoved her forward so hard she came down on both hands on the vanity. He tossed her skirts over her hips, and his bare rod delved between her thighs. She gasped out loud in startled shock, but he came at her faster than ever. One mighty arm looped around her waist while the other hand plowed her petals apart.

  He flicked his fingertips over her clit to make her convulse in rising torment, and Ruby braced herself for his wicked intrusion. His cock stroked its length along her nether lips, and its glistening syrup lubricated it for its entrance into her welcoming orifice. She flexed her hips along its slippery passage, but each hesitant pause at the tip passed without the anticipated penetration.

  His rod bumped her clit with every stroke, and she came down to angle it home, but the driving plunge never came. He slid his fingers down to her opening to guide it, but he never guided it in. Ruby went wild with pleading whines and sobbing cries, but he held off, longer and longer.

  All at once, his thick middle finger dove into her twitching cunt to fill her to the brim. His palm compressed her clit and brought her to the brink of climax. At the same time, he retreated an inch, and his cock slipped all the way back between her legs.

  He hovered there for a fraction of an instant, just long enough to bring a broken moan to her lips. Then he struck. He angled his hips up to poke his wicked weapon between her cheeks, and his pussy-saturated shaft slipped into her darkest hole.

  Ruby shrieked in furious agony, but she already learned in the limo to like it whether she wanted to or not. His fingers kept her dangling on the brink of blistering orgasm, but this new invasion catapulted her over the precipice into unknown lands. He slammed his hand back against her clit with his fingers parting her tissues harder than ever. Those brutal strokes touched the rigid tool inserted in her ass, and the combined sensations of pleasure, horror, and cosmic release exploded through her until she couldn’t struggle anymore.

  She relaxed into his monstrous attentions. She rested her hands on the vanity and watched herself succumb to his conquering passions. She backed her ass against his striking blows and gave herself over to the intoxicating waves surging through her. Let it happen. Never let it end.

  How long it went on, she had no idea. He glided one commanding hand up her chest to stand her on her feet. She leaned her back against his chest and let him drill into her core. His cock touched forbidden territory in her deepest self. His other hand gripped her in tenuous rapture to melt before his fire.

  Her head lolled back on his shoulder. She moved where he moved her. She felt what he wanted her to feel. She was what he wanted her to be. She always would be. His teeth sinking harder into her neck woke her from her reverie. Her eyes snapped open, and she beheld his face snarling at her in the mirror.

  Every muscle flexed and bulged under his shirt. His chest hulked over her to devour her, blood and bone. His gritted teeth separated, and a primal roar ripped from his being. Sticky hot juice blasted her insides, and fragrant sweat burst out all over his skin to seal them together for all time.

  An hour later, the limo stopped once again in front of Ruby’s apartment building. Chad got out and walked her up to the door. He held her hand, but he didn’t look at her. He scowled up and down the street.

  The first light tinged the sky. Lights came on in the building overhead. Ruby tried to take her hand away, but he caught hold of it tighter. The words grated in his throat. “Do you really have to do this?”

  She turned around. “I thought I explained all that to you.”

  He shrugged and looked away. “I know. I just hate to see you go back in there.”

  “It’s only for a little while. I’ll change my clothes and have a talk with Tom. I’ll be into work later, and hopefully, by the end of the day, I’ll be staying in my new place. Isn’t that what you want?”

  He hitched his shoulders up to his ears and shook himself inside his jacket. “I guess so.”

  “What’s wrong?”

  He cast a ferocious glance up at the building. “Don’t go in there. I’d like to tear Tom apart rather than have you walk away from me to go back to him.”

  Ruby started to say for the fiftieth time she wasn’t going back to Tom, but she stopped when she caught sight of Chad’s face. His jaw clenched and unclenched again and again. His eyes swept up a
nd down the sidewalk—never to her. His mouth contorted in a hideous mask of agony so she almost hated to look at him.

  This was hard for him. This was a lot harder for him than it was for her. She welcomed the coming changes. She rejoiced in the new future unfolding all around her. She seized this transition with both hands. She would overcome any obstacle to become the new Ruby in all her glory.

  He suffered for her sake. He wanted more than anything to bend the future to his will, but he couldn’t. He could only stand aside and suffer.

  She squeezed his hand. “It’s only for a little while, and then I’ll be back with you. I’ll see you at the end of work today.”

  He cast a quick glance up at her face. The voice eeking out of him searched for any sign of hope. “Do you promise?”

  She came close and kissed him on the forehead. “I promise.”

  ***

  THE END

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  Billionaire CEO’s Beauty

  Chapter 1 (Elaine)

  It was my first day on the job. I was both excited and frightened, my stomach tightening around the bagel I had forced myself to eat that morning. I stood at the entrance of Fly Tech, my head tilting back so that I could see the top of the looming skyscraper.

  The sky was a bright blue. A few fluffy clouds lingered here and there, making the scene look almost like a painting. A large passenger plane flew overhead, about to land at the local JFK airport.

  “Excuse me.” A man in a purple polo walked past me, a leather messenger bag slung over his shoulder. With an air of confidence, he grabbed the door handle and swung it open. “Are you coming in?” He asked, glancing back at me.

  He looked around my age, a head full of shaggy blonde hair. His eyes were a murky green, swimming with intelligence. In his shirt pocket, a fancy-looking pen reflected the early morning sun.

  “Oh! Thank you.” I followed the gentleman inside.

  Instantly, the New York humidity faded away as I stepped into the air-conditioned lobby. My heels clicked against the polished tile floor.

  “Wow…” I mumbled to myself, taking in the luxury of it all. A two-story water fountain with a built-in LED light display. State-of-the-art touchscreen devices lined the back wall, allowed employees to clock in with a single tap or guided confused customers through the building.

  The man in the purple polo had his palm pressed against the screen. “Um, excuse me.”

  He stopped and turned around, the screen behind him flashing his employee picture and full name.

  Lopez, Fredrick.

  “Uh… I’m new here.”

  “Ah.” His eyes wandered up and down my body, almost as if he was checking me out, but in an oddly, non-sexualized way. “So, you must be the summer intern.” He stuck out his hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. Name’s Freddie.”

  “I’m Elaine.” I stood there, waiting for him to say something else, but he just kept looking at me, as if he didn’t know what to do in the presence of a woman. I sighed softly. This had to be yet another computer science nerd whose brain turned to mush whenever they were approached by a decent-looking girl like myself.

  Maybe that was the reason I had never started dating. Studying software development had always been my passion, but it didn’t bring me in contact with men. Someone who knew exactly what he wanted, how he wanted it, and exactly how to get it.

  “Um, do you mind giving me a hand? I’m not really sure where I’m supposed to go for employee orientation.”

  “Oh. Right, right. I’ve been here five years, you know. I’ve almost forgotten how confusing it can be on your first day.” He boasted. “Do you have your ID number?”

  “Yes… give me a second.” I rummaged through my bag, looking for the email I had printed out this morning with all my information. I cursed myself for not being more organized.

  Finally, I found it, hiding at the bottom of my purse. There was a red stain in the corner, probably from the fruit snacks I never finished.

  “Um… X556BHJ2.” I said, squinting at the number. “I think.” The ink was a little smudged.

  “Okay. Well, you punch in that number here and then it’ll prompt you to place your palm on the screen, but since you probably aren’t in the system yet, I’m sure it’ll direct you to Mrs. Kilroy’s office. She’s the person that handles all the newbs. Now…” He paused to look at his watch, which looked suspiciously like it belonged on the set of a 90s cartoon. “… I really should get going. I’m debugging the latest software update so I have my work cut out for me. I hope to see you around the office.” With a friendly smile, he waved before disappearing down a hallway.

  Beside me, a woman in a black pencil skirt and a tight white blouse punched in her number. Her hair was done up in a perfect bun. Not a single strand of hair was out of place. Her red lips were pursed together, connoting her seriousness. Her black heels were spotless.

  Suddenly, I felt inadequate in comparison. I had on some maroon slacks and a black peplum shirt. It was the best I could come up with that could pass as business casual. I definitely didn’t own a pantsuit like some of the other women that walked by.

  I gulped down my anxiety. It’s going to be okay. I’ll make it through this. I mentally pep talked myself.

  Finally, I entered my employee number. A loading symbol spun on the screen before a generic profile picture appeared, along with my position, shift, and break times.

  Welcome!

  Warren, Elaine.

  Please proceed to Mrs. Kilroy’s office.

  A map replaced the prompt. A blue line traced the path I was supposed to follow. I committed it to memory.

  I was just about to walk away when the screen changed.

  Would you like to take your employee ID picture?

  Yes. No.

  Feeling obligated to do so, I pressed the bright green button labeled Yes.

  My face appeared on the screen. Even in ‘Portrait,’ it looked huge on the 72’ display. As expected for a company like this, it was of the highest quality, putting all my imperfections on display for everyone to see. My pores looked outrageously big. My eyeliner crooked. My eyebrows unkempt.

  I looked around, praying there was no one else in the lobby. Thankfully, the only other person was a cleaning woman who looked much more interested in her phone than my picture.

  Taking a deep breath, I stepped back, standing on the little X marked on the floor. Once I was in the appropriate position, a bright light flashed, along with the familiar click sound.

  I blinked, trying to regain my vision.

  Thank you! We hope you enjoy working at Fly Tech!

  Once the picture was taken, there was no option to try again. The machine started to make a loud noise before a fresh ID card was printed below the screen.

  I grabbed it, feeling the warm plastic between my fingers before I glanced at the screen one more time. It was back to its default setting, waiting for the next employee to step forward. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw a line of irritated workers, tapping their feet as they waited for me to finish.

  Quickly, I scrambled out of the way and down the hall, toward the elevator I was supposed to take. The woman in the black pencil skirt was still there, her lips pressed into a disapproving scowl like she was annoyed that she would need to share the elevator with me.

  Ding!

  The elevator arrived and we both got in. She pressed the button to her floor but didn’t bother to ask me where I was going. Sighing, I pressed the button to the fifth floor. As we started our ascent, I felt my stomach twist into a knot and sink to my feet.

  I counted to ten in my mind, trying to calm myself down. I had already gotten the job, there was nothing to worry about.

  Ding!

  I reached my floo
r and stepped out, not bothering to glance at the woman who stared a hole into the back of my head. Once the elevator doors closed, I realized that I had no idea which way I was supposed to go.

  Left… or right?

  Cursing myself for my bad memory, I looked up and down the hallway, looking for some kind of a hint.

  Just then, the sound of footsteps echoed through the cavernous hallway. I turned my head and spotted a very handsome man in a black suit, slicked back hair, and the most gorgeous eyes I had ever seen. He walked with his hands in his pockets, his manner nonchalant and yet somehow serious, as if he owned the world and knew it.

  “Um… excuse me…” I stepped forward, hoping to get his attention.

  He stopped and faced me, raising an eyebrow in question, but not saying a word. I couldn’t be sure, but it looked like there was a hint of amusement in his eyes.

  “Do you mind telling me where Mrs. Kilroy’s office is?” I asked, hoping that this wasn’t someone important. I really didn’t want to make a fool of myself on the very first day.

  The man grinned, the hard lines of his face softening ever so slightly. The corners of his eyes crinkled, his high cheek bones dazzling in the overhead light. He just seemed to stare at me for a moment before he thrust his thumb to his left. Right beside me was a door marked ‘Kilroy.’