Executive Assistant

by 12 Author Anthology

  The head of his cock pressed into her channel, sliding up and down to be coated in her abundant wetness. He entered her gracefully, and she shuddered with the pleasure of his thick cock driving home and filling her completely.

  “Fuck, you’re so tight and beautiful,” he whispered, building up a rhythm as he thrust in and out. Laura wished she could see his face, to remember it in the dreams she knew would haunt her from this day forward. She clutched the leather cushions as each stroke gained momentum, pushing inside her to the hilt, sending jolts of exquisite pain each time his member found her delicate cervix.

  Laura heard helpless grunts of ecstasy leave her lips as he pounded into her, the sounds escaping involuntarily even as her mind told her to be quiet. Jesus, what if someone broke in on them?

  His rhythm slowed, and she felt her long blond locks being gathered in his hands, like the reins of a horse bridle. “Whoa now, take it easy. I want you to feel good.” He tugged on her hair, forcing her chin up and her head back. His thrusts came slower but harder, each one deliberate and emphasized. If they’d been sentences, each one would have ended in an exclamation point.

  It made no sense, but a warm darkness bloomed inside Laura’s gut. The sensation of his merciless plunges inside her coinciding with firm pulls on her hair made her feel like an ultimate beast of burden, his pleasure-animal, his stable-favorite being taken out for a ride. And she liked it.

  Images of a lawless, thrilling chase at midnight, through hills and forest on horseback entered her mind. He was a bandit, a rogue, unstoppable, and she loved every second of it. Orgasm loomed perilously near, and she fought it, wanting to extend the pleasure and the fantasy as long as possible.

  He released her hair, and leaned over her with his chest tight against her back. His breath came heavy in her ear, his climax imminent. She felt hands slipping around her front and squeezing her breasts. One by one, the buttons of her dress burst undone beneath his fingers, and her bra cups were pushed aside. Then his fingertips found her already tight nipples, pinching and pressing them in rotation.

  “Laura,” he said, his voice breathless and ragged. “I’ve never done anything like this before. It feels so fucking good. Do I make you feel good?”

  With one more powerful stroke, and her nipples pinched hard, she lost it. Orgasm flooded her, and her body and soul trembled with the power of it. Her vision blacked, and little cries of rapture left her mouth. And at the same moment she experienced such incredible pleasure, the lie exploded in her brain.

  Never done anything like this before.

  Liar! Is that what he told Kim, and possibly countless others? That they were special, the only one, that he’d only ever done this with them? No! She didn’t want this ugly thought to ruin the waves of pleasure rocking her body. She rode them out like a surfer, letting them carry her blissfully to shore while forcing all else from her mind.

  Just as he climaxed, Hendricks withdrew from her, his warm fluid spreading over her ass and the small of her back. She wanted to reach around and touch it, gather his sweet cum in her palm and taste it. She listened to their staggered breathing, hissing in and out in sequence as they both recovered. The nagging truth returned, and Laura realized ironically, that she’d gotten what she came for. In spades.

  Hendricks had stepped back, the rustle of cotton telling her he was tucking in his shirt and doing up his pants. Silently, she pulled her panties back on, hopelessly soiling them with the mixture of their combined arousal spread all over her butt cheeks. She lowered her skirt into place and buttoned the front of her dress as she climbed down off the soft leather.

  “That was amazing,” she heard him say. She remained facing away from him, collecting her wits and her courage. Both seemed to be failing, angry tears welling in her eyes. She wished the situation were different, that they could have met under other circumstances, or maybe not at all. Kim’s words reverberated in her mind. “How could something so good, go so wrong?” She realized now that revenge wasn’t always sweet. It could be bitter as hell.

  He moved in close to her again, slipping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder. “You truly are very good at what you do. But I’m afraid it’s not part of the job. Are you still interested?”

  Laura pushed his arms away and whirled on him. “No, I’m not. And you’re a liar, Cooper Hendricks! A liar and a cad! You’ve done this many times before, most recently to a good friend of mine who got fired because of you. When I leave this room, I intend to report you to your department and your superiors.”

  His handsome face turned hard, and she dropped her eyes, unable to look at him another minute. She wanted the carpet to swallow her up in her misery. As she grabbed her portfolio and paperwork from the table, he caught her arm, gripping it so hard Laura groaned in pain as the papers scattered to the floor. She struggled against him, backing toward the door. “Let me go, you’re in big trouble as it is!”

  Instinct took over once again, and before she knew it, her free hand curled into a fist, and her elbow raised at a ninety degree angle to deliver a surprise hook aimed at his jaw. His athletic body reacted quickly, catching her fist in his palm and deflecting her arm around his back. She landed against his chest, her breasts crushed tight between them. His other hand cupped the back of her head, pressing her forehead to his chin. His breath lifted puffs of her hair.

  “Cooper?” he said, almost with distaste. “Now I know what this is about. Calm down. I’m Carson, Carson Hendricks. Cooper is my twin brother.”

  Chapter Five

  Laura’s body nearly went limp. “Your brother?”

  “Yes, my brother. He transferred to corporate headquarters last week. I was working in another branch office when they asked me to take over his position.” He relaxed his hold on her a bit. “Are you going to throw another punch?”

  “No.”

  “Are you going to see my supervisor?”

  “No.”

  “All right then, if you’re going to be calm, I’ll let go of you.”

  He released his hold, and she stepped back with a haughty sniff, eyeing him suspiciously. “Your brother is a lecherous freak,” she said.

  Carson’s blue eyes glittered as he laughed out loud. “That he is,” he agreed. “Don’t hold him against me.”

  His laughter made Laura’s cheeks burn. “You’re no better.”

  His eyebrows rose at this comment. “Oh really? And you’re a fraud. You’re not here for an interview. I’ve never seen a more bogus resume. What’s your game, lady?”

  “I told you. Your brother took advantage of my friend then had her terminated. He’s ruined her life!”

  Carson rolled his eyes. “People come, people go. She’ll find another job.”

  Laura bit back her emotions and the tirade of profanities filling her mouth. “You’re despicable.”

  He stepped toward her, and despite her shakiness, she stood her ground. “I am not my brother,” Carson said, his voice darkening. “Cooper lives in his own little universe. Don’t paint me with the same brush, because by the same token, I’m trying really hard not to categorize you as an office whore.”

  Carson moved in close, his incredible blue eyes softening and belying his menacing demeanor. “So where do we go from here? Blow the whistle on each other? Walk out of each other’s lives? Promise not to tell?”

  Laura swallowed. A painful lump in her throat let no words escape. That he thought of her as an office whore felt mortifying. He gripped her arms, and tilted his curly head to one side. The innate gentleness she sensed in this simple gesture was almost more than she could bear. She’d ruined everything.

  “I saw the want in your eyes, don’t deny it,” he whispered, his lips brushing hers. “Are you as attracted to me as I am to you, or am I just a ‘mark,’ a target?”

  At her continued silence, he pushed her away. “Guess it’s a stalemate then,” he flipped. “If your friend has the qualifications, I’d be happy to give her the job as my EA. Go
od day, Miss Dunn.”

  ****

  “Oh my God, he has a twin brother?” Kim exclaimed in disbelief. “Can you imagine two gorgeous hunks like that in the same room? Jesus! What happened, what did you do?”

  The two women sat across from each other at Kim’s kitchen table. Laura shook her head, declining to explain the details. “Let’s just say he felt badly for his brother’s behavior. Bottom line, he’s offering you the job as his EA. Carson, that is, not Cooper.”

  “Oh, Laura, I can’t thank you enough. But, you must have blown your cover finding this out. What’s going to happen to The Terminatrix?”

  A grim smile crossed Laura’s face as she thought about this. “Maybe she’ll retire. I think she’s learned her lesson.” She stood to leave. “Stay in touch, tell me how the new job works out.”

  “I will. Thanks again, Laura. Take care.”

  Laura spent the rest of the week trawling the internet for jobs. After the Carson Hendricks incident, she realized she no longer had the stomach for playing the avenging angel of the corporate downtrodden. When the walls of her home office felt like they were closing in on her, she relocated to the coffee shop once again for a strong brew and free internet to continue her job search.

  She polished off a large double-double while sending off several authentic resumes this time. When she’d finished, the unfolded rim of her paper cup revealed a disappointing “please play again” prize square. “Yep, that’s my luck,” she scowled, and closed her laptop. As the lid snapped down, a fresh cup of coffee appeared on her table. The man carrying it dropped casually into the chair opposite her.

  Laura’s eyes widened as she gazed into the smiling face she thought she’d never see again. Carson’s dark curly head tilted at that endearing angle she remembered from their unfortunate encounter in his office. His cool blue stare held her captive, and she had to remind herself to breathe. Could there be a chance to make things right with him? It seemed a crazy hope, but hope nonetheless.

  “Well, if it isn’t The Terminatrix,” he said cheerily. “Brought down any major corporations this week?”

  Laura’s spirits sank as a cold fear gripped her. She felt like an animal caught in a snare, and just as helpless. “How the hell do you know that?” she whispered, her voice trembling. If that news got out, she’d never find work again.

  Carson’s smile turned serious. “Hey, relax. Your friend Kim told me the whole story. And don’t be angry with her…she felt she owed it to you to set the record straight. That’s a hell of a limb you went out on for the sake of friendship. It says a lot about your character.”

  Laura’s lips curled into a wary pout, remembering the cruel words they’d both spoken that day. “You know nothing about my character.”

  “Oh, I think I do. Fucking in the office tells me something.”

  “I’m not an office whore.”

  “Maybe not, but you’re sexy as hell. And you’ve been up to no good with your little mercenary gig.”

  Laura’s danger meter jumped. “Are you threatening to expose me?”

  He reached across the table and clasped his hand over her forearm. “I was angry, and…disappointed. I meant it when I said I was attracted to you. And I also meant it when I said I’d never done anything like that before. It’s the truth.”

  Suddenly, a body swung into the chair next to Carson. “It’s the truth, alright.”

  The man seated himself and regarded them both with sparkling blue eyes and a familiar, disarming smile. The resemblance made Laura shiver.

  “Little bro here is pretty straight-laced, but he’s learning.”

  Laura’s jaw dropped at the sight of these two gorgeous brothers side by side. Just as Kim had suggested, the effect was unsettling but undeniably sexy. Her world tilted sideways as she remembered Carson’s hands all over her, and envisioned Cooper’s identical ones following suit. Her private muscles tightened in a response that surprised her.

  “Coop, you turn up at the most inopportune moments,” Carson said.

  Cooper shrugged, but looked Laura up and down. “Maybe for you,” he replied. Laura blushed as Cooper’s eyes undressed her more thoroughly than he could have done with his fingers. “What do you think, Miss Dunn? Is this a bad time?”

  “Yes. I mean no…I…” Laura’s tongue went thick. Cooper was still the same man who’d wronged her friend, the one she’d set out to destroy. She looked between him and Carson, whose eyes now pleaded with her to forgive. She must be going mad. All she could think about was sandwiching herself between these two and feeling their combined touch exploring every inch of her. It meant abandoning every principle and loyalty she’d ever held. And it would be worth it. “You should thank your brother for saving your ass,” she finished.

  Cooper laughed. “Saving my ass? Trust me, it doesn’t even compare to all the times I saved his ass. Like right now, for example. It wouldn’t do for you or Kim to be spreading rumors about us.”

  Carson’s unspoken threat hung in the air. The two of them could ruin her career permanently, just as she could ruin theirs. “What do you want from me?” she asked in a dark voice.

  The twins smiled and exchanged glances. Carson turned his attention to Laura. The devilish fire in his eyes made her knees quiver and her pussy clench. “I think we can come to an arrangement that will keep everyone’s secrets intact,” he said.

  ****

  Laura groaned in satisfaction as she leaned forward with her hands on Carson’s shoulders, pinning him to the bed. His lips curled in a mischievous smile and his blue eyes seemed to glow in the semi-dark of their executive suite hotel room. She rode him like a bucking bronc, bringing her body down on him and filling herself with his length in long, hard strokes. God, he felt good inside her.

  “Take it easy now,” he said, pulling her forward to lie against his muscled chest that glistened with sweat. He stroked her back gently. “Slow down, baby. We want to make this last all night.”

  “All night,” Cooper said, as he knelt behind her, pressing his cock between her cheeks. He spit into his palm and spread warm saliva around her anus to moisten her. Laura sighed and let the muscles of her sphincter relax so as to experience this new sensation. In her wildest dreams she’d never pictured having two men at the same time, let alone a pair as hot as the Hendricks twins.

  Cooper entered her slowly, knowing it was a first time for her. As he pressed inward to full penetration, Laura marveled at how painless and natural it felt, and wondered why she’d waited so long to try it. Her cheek rested on Carson’s chest, listening to the comforting beat of his heart, her body completely satiated with both brothers nestled inside her. They pumped her in alternating strokes, a unique rhythm that kept all three of them in perfect tune with each other.

  Laura rode out the dual pleasure with the aplomb of a horsewoman. The wild ride at midnight had now become a trio, and when both men had climaxed inside her, she gave herself over to her own desires, and came harder than she’d ever thought possible.

  As the waves of ecstasy subsided, she heard Carson whispering to her. “That’s our good girl.”

  “You mean, that’s our bad girl,” Cooper said, slapping her ass playfully. “How does the Terminatrix feel now?”

  Laura sighed, kissing Carson on the lips as Cooper leaned over and dipped his tongue inside her ear. She shivered with renewed arousal and the anticipation of doing it all over again.

  “I’m afraid she’s been terminated,” Laura said. “Permanently.”

  The End

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  HIS PERFECT PA

  Allyson Young

  Copyright© 2014

  Chapter One

  There was no evidence that she’d donned a decadent froth of lace and silk to cradle her aching breasts beneath the outfit he’d had delivered. None of the matching ruffles of the tiny boy shorts, already damp with arousal and anticipation, either.

  The tightly buttoned, severe white blouse covered her from just below
her chin to where it disappeared into the waistband of her knee length, charcoal grey tweed skirt. The long sleeves fit snugly around her wrists, veiling the cuffs he’d affixed there last night when they’d met for dinner. The memory of his intense regard while attaching the wide, leather bindings, (and apparently oblivious to the interested stares of the other patrons dining nearby) ramped up her arousal. Although in truth she’d been simmering like a pot on a banked fire all night long.

  His actions and her willing acceptance of those symbols caused her to wonder if having others bear witness contributed to the sexy shivers racing over her skin. The cuffs were constant, chafing reminders of what was promised behind that tightly closed office door. She’d only removed them to bathe, and had felt so incomplete without them she’d hurried through her ablutions in order to fasten them back on.

  Today, her long black hair was contained in a twist up the back of her head as per the instructions scrawled on the little slip of paper accompanying the clothing, and the only makeup she sported was a pale peach lip gloss and a quick pass of the mascara wand over her already dark lashes. She looked every inch an old fashioned office professional—except for the shoes.

  Scarlett stilettos, totally at odds with her subdued, appropriate office attire, clasped her feet in that curiously painful, yet thrilling manner such sinfully high heels tended to do. Her legs were bare above them, and her full thighs quivered with the drift of air-conditioning as she perched on the edge of an uncomfortable chair in the waiting room. She tugged her skirt down to cover her knees and block the insidious tendrils of chilly air. Not that anything other than being immersed in a bathtub of freezing water would put out the fire in her pussy—that or a long, thick cock. A certain cock belonging to a certain CEO.

  Eileen Walters, or so the discreet name plate on her desk proclaimed her, focused on her computer screen, occasionally pausing to pluck up the phone to murmur into it. Jana wondered if the other woman had any idea about what this upcoming interview really entailed. She hoped not, while at the same time the idea of Eileen sitting just outside his office while Jana sold her boss on all the reasons she’d be the best personal assistant ever, was rather titillating. She craned her neck to see if there was an intercom on the secretary’s desk or if they relied on the phone. What did she know about office equipment? She was a freelance consultant for venue publicity. Maybe she wasn’t qualified at all for this position. The tiny doubt niggled at her.