by Tammy Goaren
STORY ONE
Chapter 1
Theo Woods ignored the butterflies in his stomach and held his head high as he stepped through the large mahogany doors. It had taken Theo three and a half years to reach this point and he wasn’t going to let nerves stop him now. As he entered the large office, Theo’s gray eyes widened in surprise and he barely resisted the urge to let his jaw drop. Judging by the rest of the building, he knew that the office was going to be nice but he wasn’t expecting this level of opulence.
When he first stepped through the door, facing him was the southern wall made entirely of glass, giving him a clear view of the city skyline. Sitting before the glass wall was a large desk made of dark wood with ornate carvings and two black leather chairs set at an angle in front of the desk. Sitting behind the desk was the most handsome man Theo had ever seen. His short black hair was slicked back and his deep brown eyes seemed to pierce right through him. He was wearing an expensive gray suit with a crimson tie and oozed power and authority. Theo felt a little underdressed despite his dark blue button-up shirt and black slacks.
“Please, sit down,” the man said, his voice a rich tenor that sent a shiver down Theo’s spine. Theo said thank you and as he approached the ornate desk his eyes landed on a golden nameplate with President Damian Hudson engraved on it, causing Theo to do a double take. President? Theo was being interviewed by the president of a multi-million dollar real estate company? Wasn’t human resources supposed to handle these types of things? Theo felt a lump form in his throat as he shook Damian’s hand and introduced himself. Theo took a deep breath as he sat down and tried to calm his nerves. He refused to be intimidated by this man and would prove that he was ready for this job.
“So, how old are you Mr. Woods?” asked Damian. Theo thought it was an odd way to start the interview but answered nevertheless. He was 28 and, judging by his looks, Damian was only a few years older than him. The rest of the interview seemed pretty standard and Theo answered every question like he had rehearsed nearly a dozen times. He was currently earning a business degree and only had one more semester to go until he graduated. Theo had taken a break after high school, mostly to party and enjoy life, but he wasn’t about to say that to the president of such a prestigious company and described it as taking time to figure out what he wanted to do with his life.
Theo had found his rhythm during the course of the interview and his renewed confidence showed in his posture and bearing. Damian smiled at Theo and began asking the real interview questions. What were Theo’s hobbies, did he have any medical conditions? As Damian continued asking more personal questions Theo became more on edge. He began to suspect that Damian had ulterior motives with his line of questioning, but nothing could prepare him for the next question.
“Do you find me sexually attractive?” Damian asked calmly.
“Excuse me?” Theo asked wide-eyed. Had he heard what he thought he heard? Damian gave an almost predatory grin as he stood up and walked around his desk. He perched on the corner of his desk and leaned forward, invading Theo’s personal space.
“Do you find me sexually attractive?” Damian asked more slowly in a husky tone. Theo squirmed in his seat as heat spread to his groin and he subconsciously licked his lips as his gray eyes flickered between Damian’s lustful brown eyes and the president’s prominent erection. Theo’s heart was pounding and he could feel his own member stir to life as he breathed in Damian’s musky scent. Theo looked into Damian’s eyes and said yes, his voice little more than a gruff whisper.
“Then kiss me,” Damian commanded. Theo’s mind was reeling, was this really happening? Suddenly, Theo frowned as a dark thought entered his mind.
“I won’t do sexual favors just to get hired,” said Theo.
“You’re mistaken, Mr. Woods,” Damian grinned, unperturbed by Theo’s sudden rejection. “You aren’t interviewing for a position in my company right now, we aren’t hiring,” he said.
“What?” Theo nearly shouted in confusion.
“You’re interviewing to be my lover,” Damian clarified with a wicked smile. Theo was floored by what Damian had just said. Who did this man think he was? A part of Theo felt outraged at the ruse, yet a bigger part of him felt incredibly turned on.
Theo suppressed his desire and with an angry growl said, “I came here for a job interview Mr. Hudson, not to become some rich man’s prostitute.”
“You wouldn’t be paid. I’m not talking about hiring you Theo,” Damian said in a softer tone. Theo refused to budge as Damian ran his large hand through his chocolate colored hair and Theo barely resisted the urge to lean into the president’s touch as he slid his warm hand from Theo’s hair to the side of his neck. Damian’s thumb gently stroked Theo’s neck and he smiled as he felt the younger man’s thundering pulse. “Like I said, I want you to be my lover,” said Damian, his deep voice filled with lust. Damian leaned in closer and was encouraged when he felt no resistance from the brunette. Gripping the back of Theo’s neck, Damian pressed his lips against Theo’s in a hungry kiss.
Damian nipped and licked at Theo’s rough lips. Theo parted his lips and Damian couldn’t tell if it was him or Theo who groaned in pleasure as he plunged his tongue into the young man’s hot mouth. Their tongues battled for dominance as both men lost themselves to their desires, their wanton moans filling the office. Suddenly, Theo stood up and pushed Damian against his desk, grinding their erections together. Damian broke the heated kiss with a gasp of pleasure as Theo ground his hard cock against Damian’s pelvis.
“I don’t do things halfway,” Theo growled lustfully. Damian groaned and wrapped his arm around Theo’s shoulders, his right hand fisting in the brunette’s locks of hair as he smashed their lips together for another crushing kiss. Theo’s hands trembled with excitement as he fumbled with Damian’s belt and unzipped Damian’s pants. Damian moaned and thrust into Theo’s hands as the younger man cradled his balls and massaged them through his boxers with skilled fingers. Damian let his arm fall from Theo’s shoulders and gripped his ass, pressing the young man closer to himself. Theo moaned in pleasure as Damian kneaded his ass.
All of a sudden, Damian pushed Theo away just far enough to switch their positions and shoved Theo against his desk. Theo’s back collided with Damian’s desktop with a thud and the president’s keyboard awkwardly jabbed into his spine as pens and papers went flying. Not about to bend so easily, Theo immediately lifted himself up onto his left elbow and pulled Damian down by his necktie for another forceful kiss. Damian moaned as Theo’s tongue skillfully mapped every crevice of his mouth and their tongues continued to dance as Damian forcibly undid Theo’s belt and zipper with steady hands. Theo threw his head back with a sharp inhale of ecstasy as Damian slid his hand beneath Theo’s boxers and firmly stroked his weeping cock. Theo wrapped his right arm around Damian’s neck to maintain his balance and trembled with euphoria at the president’s erotic touch.
Damian latched onto Theo’s exposed neck and lavished him with wet kisses as he freed his weeping erection from his boxers. Damian rubbed his hard cock against Theo’s throbbing penis and both men trembled in ecstasy at the feeling of skin on skin contact, a wanton moan escaping Theo’s lips. Damian stroked their cocks with his left hand and fumbled with the buttons of the brunette’s shirt with his other hand. Theo was too lost in his own ecstasy to help with the buttons and Damian growled in frustration, only managing a few buttons before he yanked on Theo’s collar, exposing his left shoulder. Damian took a moment to drink in Theo’s pale skin before dipping his head and sucking on the young man’s exposed collarbone. Another wanton moan was ripped from Theo’s throat as he frantically bucked his hips. His heart was beating so fast and his body felt like he was on fire; Theo trembled with antic
ipation. He was so close.
“Theo,” Damian groaned as he neared his peak. Damian began chanting Theo’s name and the brunette bit his lower lip in a vain attempt to stop the lewd noises he was making. Damian bit Theo’s left shoulder and growled as he finally found his release. Theo mewled, which he would vehemently deny later, and gasped as his entire body seized with his own climax. Damian licked and kissed Theo’s shoulder as if to apologize for leaving a bite mark on his skin before resting his head on the young man’s shoulder. Both men panted and basked in the fading sensation of their release.
Once they had finally recovered their strength, both men stood up and awkwardly straightened their clothing, using the tissues on Damian’s desk to wipe away any evidence of their encounter. Damian found the young man’s company remarkably satisfying, however, what he had to say next filled him with dread. Damian worried that the gorgeous brunette was not as open minded as he appeared to be and the threat of rejection after tasting bliss weighed heavily on him.
“You’ve passed the first interview with flying colors,” Damian grinned. The president sat down at his desk and began putting things back in their place to hide his nervousness. “You’re second interview is tonight at seven thirty at The Royal Crown. We’ll be having dinner with my wife,” said Damian. Theo didn’t even attempt to hide the look of shock that covered his face.
“You’re joking,” Theo said, his voice full of disbelief. Damian clasped his hands to keep from fidgeting and gave the brunette a look that clearly stated he was not joking. “You’re wife?” Theo asked incredulously.
“Yes, my wife Reyna,” Damian replied. Theo completely threw out all sense of decorum and collapsed onto one of the black chairs in a heap. Could this day get any more bizarre?
“Wait, you said second interview?” Theo asked suddenly.
“Yes, to be our lover,” Damian replied. Outwardly he was cool and collected, however, inwardly the butterflies were having a field day in his stomach.
“Our?” Theo asked. “As in you and your wife’s?”
“Yes.”
“As in a…” Theo couldn’t even say it, he was so bewildered.
“Yes.”
Theo’s mind was thoroughly blown. When he got up this morning, he was prepared for an interview for an ambitious position at a highly successful real estate company, not to become the lover of the company’s president and his wife! Theo should have known from the start there was something off about this interview; the job listing had been very vague.
Damian cleared his throat and said, “I know this is a lot to take in. Take your time and consider our offer. If you’re still interested, please meet us at Bon Apatite on the first floor of The Royal Crown. Just tell the concierge you’re with the Hudson party.” Theo nodded his head, stood up and turned to leave the office in a daze, his mind buzzing with the possibilities. Just before he walked out the door, Damian called out to him and said, “Theo! Wear the same outfit to dinner. Blue suits you.” Theo heard the desire in Damian’s voice and when he looked over his shoulder he saw the lust burning in the president’s brown eyes. A shiver of excitement and desire raced down his spine and Theo wondered how he had managed to catch the attentions of such a handsome and wealthy man. Theo walked out the door and Damian desperately hoped that it wasn’t the last time he would see the young brunette.
Chapter 2
“So, are you going to tell me what this is all about?” Reyna asked for the third time. She watched in amusement as her husband, Damian, came out of their large walk-in closet wearing a different suit, looked in the mirror and with a disgusted sound went back into the closet to start the process all over again.
“Yeah, I will,” Damian’s muffled voice came from deep inside the closet.
“When?” Reyna laughed. She had never seen Damian so uptight about his appearance before and it was a little concerning but at the same time highly entertaining. As soon as Damian had come home from work, he told Reyna to pack an overnight bag and get dressed because they would be spending the night at The Royal Crown and were having dinner at Bon Apatite. Her hazel eyes sparkled with excitement as she tried to puzzle out why they were having dinner at a 4 star restaurant and spending the night in a 5 star hotel. It had been a long time since they had gone on a date and she was getting butterflies in her stomach as she romanticized the possibilities of the coming night.
Reyna had picked a sleek black cocktail dress to wear with strappy high heels and she had pulled her long black hair into a half-ponytail with a diamond barrette. Brilliant diamonds dangled from her ears and an elegant diamond pendant hung from her slender neck. Her make-up gave her pale skin a healthy glow and accentuated her hazel eyes, her lips painted ruby red. As a painter, she normally wore clothes she didn’t mind getting paint on like ratty old t-shirts and jeans, so it was fun to get dressed up for a change. Damian stepped out of the closet once more and she felt a huge smile light up her face. Her husband looked good enough to eat in that outfit. Damian had finally settled on a black casual suit with a wine colored button-up shirt, black tie and black dress shoes.
It was just after 7 p.m. and Damian was anxious to get to the hotel. His heart raced and he was on the verge of breaking out in a cold sweat as he escorted Reyna from their two story mansion to the black Jaguar parked out front. Damian held Reyna’s hand as she stepped into the sleek car and closed her door like a true gentleman before jogging around the hood of the car and nervously sliding into the driver’s seat. He revved the engine and soon they were speeding down the city streets towards The Royal Crown. On the drive to the hotel, there were several times when Damian had nearly spoiled the surprise, but he managed to hold his tongue on the chance that Theo failed to show up tonight. He had been so nervous about what to wear because not only did he have to impress his wife, but he also had to appeal to Theo as well.
Damian fervently hoped that Theo would join them tonight. It had been a terrifying and liberating experience when Damian had come out to Reyna as bisexual. She was his fiancée at the time and Damian was terrified that she would call off the engagement if she learned the truth about his sexuality, but he felt compelled to tell her the truth because he loved her and believed she deserved to know. She had been so understanding and he fell in love with her all over again for her unconditional acceptance. They had been happily married for almost 3 years when Damian noticed that Reyna was starting to get depressed. It had taken nearly 4 months of questioning her about her depression before Reyna finally found the courage to confess to him. Reyna desperately loved Damian but there was a hole in her heart; she longed to be in a threesome relationship.
The revelation had shocked Damian at first, but he did his best to be accepting and supportive of her desires. How could he not after her unconditional acceptance of his own sexuality. As time passed, he found the idea of having two life partners strangely appealing and so roughly 3 months after Reyna’s confession they agreed to seriously look for a boyfriend. Butterflies filled his stomach and Damian hoped that tonight their search was finally over. Damian stopped in front of the hotel and handed the keys to the valet as the bellhop took their luggage from the trunk. He opened Reyna’s door and linked arms with her as they entered the grand hotel.
The Royal Crown was centrally located in the downtown area of the city and was a luxurious eight-story hotel with a large, extravagant lobby and fine-dining restaurant on the ground level and served the wealthy as well as the occasional celebrity. It was 7:12 when they checked in and Damian led Reyna from the check-in desk straight to Bon Apatite for their dinner reservation. The concierge greeted them with practiced familiarity and personally led them to their table. Once they were finally seated and they had ordered their drinks it was 7:18 and Damian felt like he was sweating bullets.
A yellow cab pulled up to the curb just outside The Royal Crown and Theo stepped out of the taxi before checking his watch; 7:27. After his encounter with Damian, Theo had returned to his one bedroom apartment and thrown his c
lothes into the washer. All of his classes were morning classes this semester and he had made sure to finish all of his homework before his “interview” so he had nothing left to distract him until tonight. He had agonized over whether he should actually go or not, but before he knew it, it was seven o’ clock and he was walking out the door.
Theo looked at the luxury hotel looming in front of him and swallowed hard. Theo shook his head and turned back towards the cab, he must be out of his mind. He wasn’t about to come between a married couple. Just as he was about to reach for the door handle and climb back into the cab he changed his mind and turned back around. He could at least go in and meet them. He got five steps before he froze and wondered just what he was getting himself into.
Theo wasn’t turned off by women but he wasn’t particularly attracted to them either. Would he be able to get along with Damian’s wife? Would he want to? Shaking his head Theo turned back towards the cab and started walking away. He made it three steps before his memory froze him in his tracks. Images of Damian’s lust-filled gaze and the memory of the president’s muscled body pressed against him and the heady smell of Damian’s intoxicating scent had pools of desire swirling inside him. Theo looked over his shoulder at the hotel behind him and his gray eyes filled with doubt; would it be worth it?
It was 7:32 and Damian was valiantly trying to ignore the sinking disappointment that was creeping into his mind. Reyna sighed and set her salad fork down with a frustrated clink. She was suspicious of the third setting at their “table for two” and Damian seemed more interested in his gold watch and the front door than her. She asked him who he was waiting for but Damian completely ignored her. Reyna could feel the blood rushing to her head and just as she was about to start a yelling tirade Damian’s face lit up like a child at Christmas.
“Our date is here!” Damian said excitedly.
“Our date?” Reyna echoed, perplexed. She followed Damian’s gaze towards the front door and saw a gorgeous young man about her age staring back at them. He had medium length shaggy brown hair that had been meticulously combed into some semblance of order and his piercing gray eyes were absolutely captivating. His royal blue button-up shirt complemented his eyes and he was wearing a black skinny tie as well as black slacks and black dress shoes. He was positively drool worthy in Reyna’s opinion. Suddenly Damian’s words finally sank in and Reyna looked at her husband wide-eyed.