Her Dirty Billionaires_An Office MFM Romance

by Nicole Elliot

  “Travis. I’ve missed you. So much. Please. Please let me… oh. Shit. I’m… it’s… I—”

  My climax rendered me silent. My jaw unhinged in pleasure as Travis pinned me to the wall. My legs fell out from underneath me, his arms supporting the whole of my weight. My hands curled into the tendrils of his hair, my nails scratching his scalp. I pulled him as deep into my pussy as I could get him, shaking on his lips as he rode me through my high.

  I leaned against the tile wall, breathing heavily as he kissed back up my body.

  “Come here,” he said. “I’ve got you.”

  We slid back to the floor and I straddled his lap. His cock rubbed between my folds, slicking itself with my juices. I ground into him deeply, moving the tip of his dick closer to where I wanted it the most.

  He slid in with a pop, pulling groans from both of us as my forehead fell into Travis’.

  “I love you,” I said.

  My eyes fluttered open and found his beautiful amber stare smiling at me.

  “I love you, too,” Travis said.

  His hands gripped my ass, rolling me deeply into his body. My clit raked against his skin, sending me spiraling for our second round. My knees planted into the floor as the hot water battered against our skin, our lips lazily kissing any inch of skin we could find on one another. His callused hands scaled my body, rubbing my back and smacking my ass. Encouraging me to roll faster as I bounced in his lap.

  I wrapped my hands around his neck and clung to him tightly. My breasts bounced against his chest and his cock throbbed against my walls. I gasped and moaned into his ear, capturing his earlobe between my teeth. I felt him groan deeply, a carnal desire pouring from him as he moved quickly.

  He planted my back onto the bottom of the shower, the hot water cascading around his muscles and dripping off his chiseled form. He was breathtaking. The perfect vision of a man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.

  I reached up to cup his cheek, his lips moving to kiss the palm of my hand.

  The suddenly, Travis pulled back. He snapped his hips into me, shooting a searing jolt of pleasure through my body. My fingernails dug into his back as he pounded into my skin, my toes running up and down the backs of his legs. I could feel every single muscle in his body working for my pleasure, dripping with life-giving water as the two of us writhed against one another.

  “Ava. Fuck. Your pussy’s so tight. You feel… amazing.”

  “Fuck me harder, Travis. Make me forget my last name.”

  I saw an animal burst forth from his vision. He reared back onto his knees and grasped my ankles, throwing them over his shoulders. He slid deeper into my pussy. Deeper than I ever thought possible as he grazed along something that made me cry out in pleasure.

  “There it is,” he said. “I found it.”

  He folded me in half, spreading my legs so he could feel my swelling stomach against his. Time after time, his cock raked across that fiery spot, sending jolts of pleasure ricocheting through my limbs. My jaw unhinged in pleasure as Travis grinned down at me.

  I felt my walls fluttering around his cock, milking him for everything he had as my back arched from the floor.

  “I feel it. I feel you. Cum for me, Ava. Cum around my cock and take what you want.”

  “Travis! Yes! Holy… fuck. Oh. Shit. Stop. Stop. It’s too good. I can’t… oh.”

  My body fought between stopping and going. Continuing and bringing things to a halt. My body didn’t know if it was in pain or if it was being enjoyed. My toes curled, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head as Travis’ fingertips dipped between my folds. He flicked my clit, circling it with his thumb as he pounded into my hips.

  It threw me over the edge for a third time, rendering me useless as he spilled himself into me.

  He grunted and groaned, his cock throbbing deep within mine. I could feel his hot threads of cum filling me up, shooting from between my legs and dripping down my ass crack. He filled me until my body couldn’t take anymore, then he pulled his cock out and continued to cum against my skin.

  My vision tunneled with pleasure as his entire body shook.

  He fell on top of me, his forearms holding him up off my stomach. Our lips connected sweetly as we breathed one another’s air. We panted, heaving for air as the steam of the shower swirled around us. The room was spinning and my eyes felt heavy. I could feel our love for one another dripping from between my thighs as the shower washed it all down the drain.

  “Holy shit,” I said breathlessly.

  Travis chuckled into the crook of my neck.

  “Guess we should wash up,” he said.

  “I don’t know if I can. I can’t move,” I said.

  “No need. I can clean you up.”

  I laid there as Travis moved, leaving me vulnerable to the shower water. It battered down onto my skin, turning me a crimson red as I closed my eyes. I felt a washcloth descend to my skin, circling around my body as I sighed with relief. Travis took time in washing me down, caressing every part of me and kissing my lips whenever he could.

  “Do you know what room you want to sleep in?” he asked.

  The question caused my eyes to flutter open as I caught his gaze.

  “Got any room in your closet?” I asked.

  The grin that crawled across his face caused his eyes to sparkle in a way I’d never seen before.

  “I could make room,” he said.

  “Good,” I said as his hand dipped between my thighs. “Oh… that’s so good.”

  Epilogue

  Travis

  “Hey, look who it is!”

  “Well, if it isn’t the belle of the ball and the beast of the underworld.”

  “Are they talking about you or me?” Ava asked.

  “Pretty sure you’re the belle and I’m the beast,” I said.

  “That’s not very kind.”

  “It’s Jasper and Leo. Did you expect any different?” I asked.

  My brothers came striding up and wrapped their arms around Ava. She was seven months pregnant with our flourishing baby girl and looked more radiant than ever. Ever since my parents decided to take up permanent residence in Florida, my brothers and I had grown closer. I wanted my daughter to know her uncles. I wanted Ava to become a part of this family.

  But most of all, I wanted all three of the business owners to have a close relationship with one another.

  “How are you feeling, beautiful?” Jasper asked.

  “You look good. That a new dress?” Leo asked.

  “It is new, yes. Because I’m ballooning faster than my closet can keep up,” Ava said. “And thank you, Jasper. That means a lot.”

  “Have you guys gotten everything together for the tax season? It’s gonna hit us sooner than you think,” I said.

  “We can talk shop later,” Jasper said. “Right now, I want to hear all about how this last month has gone.”

  “Yes. How is my little niece doing?” Leo asked. “She still using your kidneys as kickboxing bags?”

  “She’s flipped a bit, so now she’s on my bladder. I’m two more well-placed kicks away from needing diapers myself,” Ava said.

  “That sounds petrifying. Travis, I hope you’re doing everything for this woman so she doesn’t have to do anything herself,” Leo said.

  “I’ve got it under control,” I said with a grin.

  Jasper fired up the grill to cook us up some venison steaks. Out of all of us, he was the hunter. The one who did it year-round. If it was an animal and legal to hunt, he did it. Deer. Bear. Quail. Squirrel. One time, I caught him trying to make a roach stew for the hell of it.

  It was fucking awful and I made sure he understood it.

  “When did you catch this one?” Ava asked.

  “Fresh from the basement this morning,” Jasper said. “It wandered up into my driveway and I took a shot right from my door. Most convenient kill I’ve ever made.”

  “You still drag those things down into your basement?” Leo asked. “I f
igured you would’ve set up a shed or something by now to make it easier. You know, with a drain pipe or something.”

  “That’s why I use the basement. Sure, it takes some work hauling the animal down there. Especially those damn bears. But there’s a bathroom for me to wash off and a drain pipe in the middle of the floor. Got my butchering bench right over it,” Jasper said.

  “What are you doing with the fur this time?” Ava asked. “Are you making anything?”

  “Why? You wanting something? Because I’ve got no issues making you something,” Jasper said.

  “I was thinking about making our little girl a blanket. You know, pink fleece on one side and the animal fur on the other,” Ava said.

  “That’s a fucking tremendous idea. Jasper, you could turn that shit into a side business,” Leo said.

  “He’s got his hands full with the company right now,” I said. “The new business we’ve acquired requires his personal expertise.”

  “What? In wooing women?” Ava asked.

  “In a manner of speaking,” Jasper said with a grin.

  “I don’t even wanna know,” Ava said.

  “Oh, Leo. I was wondering if you could jerky some of this venison for me. I can get it for you after we eat,” Jasper said.

  “Yep. You give me what you want, tell me the flavors, and I’ll get it to you,” Leo said.

  “Now that’s a side job I can get behind,” I said. “Leo’s jerky is the best.”

  “Really? Do you sell it?” Ava asked.

  “I’ll give you some of mine when I get it back,” Jasper said. “He does all kinds of flavors. What’s your favorite?”

  “I don’t know. I’ve never really been a jerky eater,” Ava said.

  “Oh! Oh, my heart! It hurts. Those words stung, beauty. Cut me right to my core,” Leo said.

  “You can stop being dramatic now,” I said. “We don’t want to distract Jasper while he’s cooking. Remember what happened last time?”

  “Last time?” Ava asked. “What happened last time?”

  “He stumbled back into the grill and burned his ass,” Leo said.

  He said it with such a straight face that I wasn’t sure if Ava believed him.

  “No he didn’t,” Ava said.

  “God as my witness,” Leo said.

  “I mean Jasper’s tall, but his butt doesn’t come all the way up to the grill,” Ava said.

  “You starin’ at my ass?” Jasper asked.

  “That’s actually a good question,” I said with a grin.

  “I’m just saying,” Ava said with a giggle.

  “Wanna see the burn scar?” Jasper asked. “It’s right there on my left ass cheek.”

  “She’ll pass,” I said.

  I heard a car pull up as we all turned our heads. Ava locked up beside me as the car came dragging to a stop. Leo and Jasper looked at one another before Leo came to Ava’s side, standing just in front of her in case things got rough. Despite my opinion of the situation, Ava wanted to invite her family to this get together. She wanted to try and make amends with them after spending a few months away from their grasp. I loved her big heart and her willingness to make things work, but I also knew people didn’t change.

  But, for Ava’s sake, I supported her decision.

  We watched as her brothers stepped out, their eyes widening at her protruding stomach. They looked so much like her, it was almost impossible to deny who they were. They ran and gave her a massive hug, doting on how good she looked and how they had missed her. I shook their hands and they clapped my back, then I introduced her brothers to mine.

  Then, I looked over and saw her parents step out of the car.

  Their eyes were hard on me as we all stood around Ava. The last thing I was going to let them do was ruin this for her. These family cookouts were supposed to be a stress-free time for all of us to get to know one another and update each other on our lives. It was a time for Ava to get to know my family and for me to get to know hers better. And I wasn’t going to allow her bullshit parents to ruin that for us.

  I’d drag them off this property with my bare hands if I had to.

  “Hey Dad,” Ava said.

  The sea of men surrounding her parted as her father and mother approached us. Their eyes raked up and down her body, clocking her stomach and drawing in deep breaths. I watched their faces closely, ready to pounce at a moment’s notice in case anything went south.

  But then, a smile bloomed on her mother’s cheeks.

  “You look gorgeous, sweetheart,” she said.

  Ava and her mother embraced as her father rubbed her back. Ava soon threw her arms around her father’s neck, holding him close to her. I watched in partial shock as her parents embraced her, but the moment was pierced with the sound of another car coming up the driveway.

  And I gawked when I saw my parents behind the wheel.

  Ava rushed to my parents, hugging them tightly as they got out of the car. We all embraced as the steaks rested on the grill, with Jasper running into his cabin to get more food. My parents were introduced to Ava’s and tensions slowly dissipated. My anxiety and my protective stance turned into one that was welcoming and warm, and I was shocked as to how my father and her father got along.

  Despite all the bullshit those two had gone through with their companies, it was shocking how much they had in common. They talked about their golfing trips and their experiences traveling abroad. They both had a love for Barcelona and classic literature. The two of them talked like they were old friends, sipping from beer bottles while Jasper cooked up more steaks. I held Ava close to my side, pressing a kiss to the side of her head.

  “Did you ever think you would see this?” I asked.

  “What? My father getting along with yours? Not a fucking chance,” Ava said.

  “How do you feel about all of this?”

  Ava turned her gaze up to mine as she stood to her toes, her lips hovering in front of mine.

  “It feels like home,” she said.

  I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her deeply as Jasper continued to cook food behind us. Leo bonded with her brothers, cracking lewd jokes and bragging about his sexual escapades. Our parents laughed over memories and talked about future ventures for their companies, and I held my world in my arms.

  The mother of my child and my unborn daughter.

  Nothing could get better than this.

  “I love you, Ava,” I said into her lips.

  “I love you, too, Travis.”

  Nail Me 2x

  A Ménage Romance

  By Nicole Elliot

  Hi Kittens!

  You’re going to love this sweet treat I have for you!

  Dig in, because these two hotties will leave you begging for more.

  xxx

  Nicole

  1

  Adley

  Fridays were supposed to be my good days. I could usually make enough tips to top off rent, and eat something other than ramen or discarded kitchen food. But tonight I wasn’t so lucky.

  I made just under two hundred dollars. I needed four hundred more for rent, and there wasn’t much in the bank. There never was.

  Some of us are dealt a hand in life. And sometimes that hand sucks. I used to go to school with people who had loving parents, vacationed twice a year and went to a good school to keep their comfortable living alive.

  That wasn’t me.

  “Brown, have you done your closing duties?” My manager Mike was a hard ass, but he tried to look out for people as best he could. As it was, being a waitress didn’t have many perks.

  I worked in a simple sports bar. We do good business around football season, and our pizzas and wings sell the most. The uniform could be better, but it was chill; jeans and the company tee shirt. For the girls, it was a skimpy tank top that was made cheap on purpose to show whatever bra you were wearing.

  “Uh, no. I was just about to start. My last table just left,” I answered. Mike gave me a look, and I knew he was about
to ask me something. He was handsome in a boyish way. Brown eyes, brown hair, lanky muscle and always wore jeans and a polo.

  “That’s fine. I was actually hoping you could close. Mandy had to leave,” he asked. Well, told really. Mandy was the bartender. And she always just up and leave if she felt like it.

  I sighed in an effort to make my annoyance known. “Fine. But I want to be paid her wage for the two hours it’s going to take,” I demanded. He narrowed his eyes just as fast as they softened.

  “Fine. Thank you.” He tapped my shoulder once before leaving.

  I went behind the bar and ran my tips through. Including the cash, I made three hundred, so I felt a little better. Mandy was paid fifteen an hour, so I would have that extra, too. It wasn’t much, but I wasn’t about to do the managing bartenders’ job on a waitresses’ salary. I often thought about taking a bartending job, but I supposed I was just comfortable. Change was…I didn’t enjoy it.

  Once I rang my tip out, I started the tedious task of wiping every surface down, then putting the chairs up just to mop and then put them back on the floor. I cleaned the bar area and prep area. I balanced the cash register and then I was finally done in two and a half hours. But I stayed thirty more minutes to finish out the hour, counting my cash and planning how I would make it through the next two weeks.

  2

  Adley

  There were times when I wished I could talk to her. My grandmother. Sometimes it was just too much. Too hard and overbearing for me to do it on my own. Saturday morning, I woke up, checked my bank balance online, laughed at my debts, and watched my Youtube on my phone. I didn’t have to pay for that.

  I only scored my place in Manhattan out of luck. And by begging the landlord a little bit. I wished I had been smarter in school, maybe got a scholarship to go to college or something. But when Grandma got sick, I couldn’t do much of anything. My high school diploma was given to me out of kindness, I think.

  Grandma would tell me to keep looking forward, because our eyes weren’t made for looking back. But things were so much better behind me, and in front of me wasn’t looking very good. It had only been a couple months since she passed. I couldn’t afford a fancy funeral or anything else. But she died somewhat peacefully—in her sleep. At least I had that.