by Alexis Angel
Maybe I overdid it, yeah there’s always that risk. But let’s be honest for a moment, shall we? I’m about to meet with someone from Naughty Angel Publishing, the romance publishing behemoth. This is the opportunity of a lifetime, and I’d never forgive myself if I didn’t bring my A-game tonight. Writers, models, PAs, designers—everyone across the industry aspires to work at NAP, and I’m no different. I mean, have you ever read one of their books?
Smoothing down the front of my dress with one hand, I make my way toward the elevators and step inside one of them. I take one final look at my reflection in the mirror inside and, smacking my lips together, I repeat the mantra going on a loop inside my mind ever since I swung my legs off the bed—you can do this, Cara.
When the elevator doors slide outward and into their partition, I step outside, walking slowly as I take in the scenery. The lobby bar on the 12th floor is truly a sight with its tall sleek windows surrounding the whole floor; it makes me feel as if I’m an actress playing some part in a movie, the bar just an expensive set. The buildings surrounding the Mandarin rise outside like brightly lit spires, and Central Park is just a pebble's throw away.
The crimson carpet under my feet silences the click of my high heels, and the smooth cool jazz coming from all around me seems to blanket the whole floor with a mellow mood. Small beige couches are spaced evenly throughout the room, and their perfect disposition makes it seem like everything in this building was designed to make everyone feel like part of the elite. And it’s working, even though I’ve just joined the ranks of the unemployed, I feel as if I belong in here.
Scanning the room, I find Mason at the end of the room. He’s standing by the window, a heavy glass of scotch in his hands, and his gaze seems to be searching for something in the distant horizon. I stand there for a moment, just watching him in his tailored black suit, his figure one of the most striking I’ve ever seen. Even though he’s just there, standing still, there’s a kind of poise about his posture. He’s the kind of man that doesn’t need to utter a single word for you to realize that he’s different from everyone else. He’s…better.
I start making my way toward him, but then I stop dead in my tracks as I realize that he’s not alone. Standing by his side is a man as tall as he is, and there’s something about him that ties my throat into a knot. He’s wearing dress pants and a crisp white shirt rolled up to his sleeves, a sleek curved glass of Port in his hand.
My lips part for a moment as I glance at the way his fingers cup the glass, his naked forearms telling me all about the carved muscles he’s hiding under his tight fitting shirt. My gaze goes up his arm steadily, and by the time I look into his face, taking in every inch of his square jaw and perfect features, I’m no longer breathing.
That’s Parker Taylor, one of the most famous cover models working in the industry.
“Cara,” Mason calls me as his eyes find mine, and only then do I remember to start breathing again. With trembling knees, I make my way toward the two of them.
You can do this, Cara.
Chapter 7
Parker
“Parker Taylor,” I tell her, standing in front of Mason and offering Cara my hand. She takes it, slowly, and I feel a lightning bolt shoot up my spine as I feel her fingertips brushing against the palm of my hand. Her skin is smooth and warm, and her fingers so delicate … I just can’t help but imagine how it’d feel to have these fingers wrapped around my cock.
Yeah, I love sex and I can’t stop thinking about it. But I’m sure you don’t have a problem with that, do you? The way I see it, most people are weighed down by the shackles society places on all of us, and I hope you’re not one of these people.
Sex is sin, the world around us insists on, all while ramming it down our throats 24/7. The hypocrisy is maddening. You’re taught to restrain yourself, but then you’re assaulted by sex all the time. Commercials, movies, TV shows—sex is everywhere. And everyone insists on convincing you that’s it sinful, unless they want you to buy some fucking shampoo, that is.
So, yeah, I think about sex all the time and I don’t apologize for it. I live the way I want to live, and I play by my own set of rules. After all, you don’t get to be one of the hottest models in the industry if you’re just like everyone else. Especially if you want to make it at Naughty Angel Publishing.
“Cara,” she finally replies, and her voice is as smooth as silk—the kind of voice God put on Earth with the sole purpose of making moans and screams interesting again. Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to have her fingernails buried on my back right now, her lips against my ear as I unleash all this lust.
“Glad you made it here,” Mason cuts in, stepping between me and Cara and taking her hand. I notice her lips opening up into a smile, and there’s a strange familiarity in the way with which she’s glancing at him. There’s more than just business going on between these two, that’s as clear as water.
“I had to come,” she simply says, that damn smile still on her lips. I have to take a deep breath in order to stop myself from lacing her waist with one arm, pull her into me and crush my mouth against hers. Luckily, tonight I’m representing Naughty Angel. There are few things I care more about than sex, and the company I work for is one of them. Of course, that doesn’t mean I’m ruling out sex, just so you know. Sex isn’t a thing you can rule out.
Not now, not ever.
“So, Cara,” I start, the hair on the back of my neck standing up as her name rolls out from between my lips, “Mason told me you have something important you want to share. Is that right?”
“That’s right,” she nods. Waving at one of the couches close to the window, I tell her to take one and sit down across from her. Mason sits on the one in the middle, flagging the waiter as he does it.
“Just a margarita,” she tells the waiter, and then her eyes jump between Mason and I. She grazes her bottom lip with her pearly white teeth, hesitating, and places both her hands on her knees. “It’s about Sienna.”
“What Sienna?” I ask her, but Mason is the one giving me the answer.
“That Sienna. The one you’re thinking about,” he tells me, and I lean back against the couch and sigh. I still don’t know what it is that Cara has to tell me, but it isn’t going to be good; nothing good happens whenever Sienna is involved.
Just a few months away she tried to convince me to pose for one of her books, and that even though I tried to explain to her that I was working exclusively under Naughty Angel, Abby’s publishing house. Do you think she cared about that? No, she just tried to lure me into breaking my contract, going as far as promising me a large sum if I spilled the beans on some of Naughty Angel’s confidential information. She even parted her legs and offered me a nice view of her thong. Now, I know I just told you I can’t stop thinking about sex, but that was one of the few moments in my life where I just stood up and left.
“I’ve heard Sienna talking on the phone…” Cara finally starts, her bright eyes focused on mine. “I don’t know who she was talking to, but she seemed convinced that Abby’s publishing house would close doors in under three months.”
“Three months?”
“That’s what she said,” Cara nods. “By the way she was speaking, it seemed like there was some sort of plan in motion.”
“Well, fuck,” I sigh. Abby’s not going to like this; it seems like the madness never stops, all with Naughty Angel’s enemies coming at us right and left. First Grady and Bad Boy Publishing, and now Sienna and whoever she enlisted to her cause.
“Don’t tell me that’s a surprise for you, Parker,” Mason says, turning around on his couch so that he’s facing me.
“Not really,” I confess, downing the rest of my Port and setting the glass down on the table in front of us. “Naughty Angel has a lot of enemies. There’s a host of pissed off, and definitely very jealous authors, posting in some bullshit online forum, Rainforest Talk. The whole thing is just a gigantic circle jerk, set up so that they can whine about Abby and Naughty Angel
.”
“Do you think —?” Mason tries to ask me, but I just cut him short.
“I’m not thinking, Mason. I know. There’s a lot of hate toward Naughty Angel, and I’m pretty sure there’s some sort of plan at foot to bring Abby down. If Sienna’s involved...”
“Yeah. She’s crazy; you gotta act before she does anything. But as it is, you’re in the dark. You need to find whatever it is she’s planning,” he continues, finishing his whisky and placing his glass right next to mine.
“I can help,” Cara suddenly chimes in, leaning forward and anxiously looking from me to Mason. We exchange a quick glance, and then she just continues. “I don’t know how, but I can help. I want to help. I’ve always loved Naughty Angel’s books and… ”
“And?”
“And I’m willing to do anything to help,” she continues, lowering her voice into a soft purr. The way she says it, her eyes never leave mine… Fuck, is she hinting at something? Or is my mind so deep in the gutter that I can’t think about anything else but sex?
“Anything?” Mason asks her, and I can almost see the flames taking over his eyes.
“Anything,” she repeats, gently placing one hand on his knee.
“If that’s the case, maybe we should discuss it upstairs,” I grin, leaning back and resting my hands on the armrests of the couch.
“Upstairs?” she asks me, a look of confusion on her face.
“Upstairs—I live here, at the Mandarin,” I tell her, and she goes up to my feet. She grabs Mason’s hand, and then she grabs mine.
“I’d like a tour of your apartment, then,” she laughs softly, and my cock becomes so fucking hard I’m surprised it hasn’t ripped its way out of my pants.
Now this is my kind of business meeting.
Chapter 8
Cara
I've said it before and I'll say it again: I don't like to live in a box.
Before you get all upset, let me just tell you that I find Parker Taylor so amazingly gorgeous. The kind of gorgeous that just drenches your panties and has your juices running down your legs.
And Mason? Oh my God, girlfriend. Let’s not even go there. All he has to do is caress my cheek and I think I’d have an orgasm just sitting right there.
And I’m going to have them both now. We know what’s going to happen as I walk toward the elevator at the Mandarin. I’m swaying my ass and I can feel both sets of eyes on me. They’re imagining what kind of panties I have on.
I smile wickedly to myself.
Let them imagine. They’re going to be taking it off soon enough. When they ravish me. Defile me with their cocks.
Do ungodly things to me. Just me. All me.
You might think it's because I'm greedy, and that I just want them all to myself. But it's more than that. Need I remind you of that asshole ex boyfriend that was getting head from Sienna Sinner?
In a way, Parker and Mason complement each other, like two pieces of a puzzle. And why would I be content with just one piece? I want—no, need—the whole set.
We get out of the elevator and Parker walks to the end of the hall. We enter his lavish penthouse apartment.
But I’m not even looking at the décor.
Right now, my mind can only process the desire raging through my veins.
I turn on my heels fast, turning to Parker, and I grin. I reach for him and press the palm of my hand against his crotch, feeling the hardness he’s hiding under the fabric of his pants.
With a growl on the back of my throat, I unbuckle his belt fast and unzip his pants, sliding my hand inside his boxer briefs.
My fingers tightly wrap around Parker's cock, his thickness pulsing against my smooth skin. I grin at him, his lips slightly parted as I start moving my hand back and forth with slow and teasing movements. Looking over my shoulder at Mason, I can almost feel all the pent-up desire hiding behind his eyes. His pants are tented, his cock pushing hard against the fabric as he takes in the sight of my hand on Parker’s cock.
"Are you just going to stand there and look?" I ask him, the words drawling out of my mouth in a half-purr, each syllable like a jab designed with the intent of spurring him into action. He swallows in his hesitancy, his Adam's apple moving up and down as he steels his face, his lips an almost inscrutable line. For half a second, I think he's going to turn on his feet and bolt out of the door. Maybe I overstepped. Maybe I shouldn’t have acted out of instinct.
But I'm just being silly, really: these two can't get enough of me ... even if they have to share.
Mason licks his dry lips, his body leaning forward as he takes one step toward me and Parker. I reach for him with my hand, my fingers grabbing at his belt and pulling him close. I push on the hem of his pants and, before he can react, I slide my fingers under his trousers and boxer briefs, feeling the aching warmness of his cock. I open the palm of my hand and, straining against the hold of his pants, grab his member harshly.
I turn my attention back to Parker, my heart starting to race faster, each beat of it sending a hefty dosage of desire toward my loins. My insides are burning up, the sweet spot between my thighs becoming more and more moist by the second.
The moment I saw these men for the first time, I knew I had to have them. And, of course, I always get what I want.
The way they calmly and professionally decided the course of action. All confidence. No indecision. No vacillation. No second guessing. I came to them with a problem. Mason and Parker solved it. Then they turned their sights on me. They may get to fuck me, but they don’t know that I’m the ultimate winner in all this. I'm the woman they please. They must know they have no claim over me; I am the one who owns them. Their bodies and their spirits.
Now, my hands on their hard cocks, I'm going to consummate our partnership.
I take my hand off of Mason's crotch and, with a quick push and flick of my fingers I push his belt out and unbutton his pants, tugging them down with his boxer briefs at the same time. His cock jumps to my hand in a flash, and I only have to curl my fingers around it.
"See, boys?" I purr at them. "There’s enough of me to go around."
Parker opens his mouth to speak but the words get lost in his throat as he looks into Mason's face. He remains like that for a full second, time stretching and expanding as the two of them lock eyes. I can't help but smile as I feel both of their cocks hardening even more, their flesh throbbing at the same rhythm. As unbelievable as it might seem, I don't think I've ever felt their cocks hardening so much. They're diamond hard, almost as if the two of them aren't even human.
They don't say a word, but they don't even need to. Their silence tells me everything that I need to know; Mason and Parker are now mine. I own them, through and through.
With a snarl, Parker takes his hand to my waist, his fingers sliding across it and then down over my ass cheeks. He grabs them hard, squeezing my cheeks in his fingers; I breathe out deeply and, before I can breathe back in, Mason's long and eager fingers are running up my stomach and to my breasts, going over the slow curve there in a hesitant motion. He squeezes my right breast then, savoring how my tender flesh molds itself to his fingers.
I keep moving my hands up and down their members, still keeping my gentle and patient pace. I open my hands then, sliding them down and cupping their balls at the same time. They're warm and big, busy keeping them filled to the brim with an unending dose of testosterone.
"Pants off," I say in a low commanding tone, looking from Parker to Mason. They look at me, their eyes slowly widening as if they didn't expect me to take charge like that. "Now," I command with a devious smile on my lips.
Parker is the first to buck under the pressure. He kicks off his shoes hurriedly and, even before he gets the first one off, Mason starts to do the same. I go back to their cocks, stroking them as they push their pants down and step out of it.
"Good," I growl teasingly, letting go of their members and grabbing them by the scruff of their necks. I pull them into me harshly, both their mouths dan
gerously close to me. I feel a certain tension in the way they come to me, as if they're trying hard to not touch each other. I lean into Mason, brushing my lips against him and then pull back, doing the same with Parker. They taste heavenly, desire pulsing sweetly on my pussy as I grow wetter; my juices are already soaking my thong and, if I keep going like this, soon enough they'll be dripping down my legs.
With a darting movement, Mason reaches for me and takes his hand to my crotch, pushing it under the hem of my dress and pressing hard against my pussy. I moan sharply, his pressure on me sending a jolt of electricity up my spine. Not wanting to be left behind, Parker hikes the dress up to my waist and then grabs my ass hard, his fingers brushing over my ass crack. I squeeze their cocks hard, allowing instinct to be my only guide. Biting down on my lower lip, I know exactly what I need to do.
I go down to my knees, their cocks still in my hand. I look up at them, both their cock pointing upwards right above my face. God, just looking at them is enough to make me moan in anticipation. I start tugging on their members hard, flicking my wrists harshly as I move my fingers from their root to the tip.
Leaning forward, I let my tongue slowly slide out of my mouth, and reach for Mason's cock with it. As gently as I can, I lick all his length up to the head of his cock, lapping at it twice. Then, stroking him softly, I turn my attention to Parker and do the same. I keep doing it over and over again, gently licking the both of them, my hands keeping their cocks in position. I push them closer, their tips just inches away from each other; the more they're closer, the warmer they become, as if the proximity between them is making their blood boil.
I pull back for an instant, just enough so that I can glance at them, my hands starting to stroke their cocks harder. I go faster and faster, my eyes never leaving their faces; Mason closes his eyes for a fraction of a second and, before he can open them up, I lean in. I open my mouth, engulfing his tip and allowing his saltiness to coat my tongue. Sucking eagerly on him, I let his tip pop out of my mouth and then lean into Parker, wrapping my lips around his cock as both men's scents fuse inside of my mouth. God, if they weren't so massively thick I'd just open my mouth and let their cock inside of me at the same time. Not a problem, though, I'll just have to push them to the edge one at a time.