Twin Bosses' Intern for Christmas: An MFM Menage Holiday Romance

by Charlotte Grace

  He grins, and it’s obvious he knows I’m lying. My attempted flirting may have fizzled, but he’s still clearly reading the signals I’m pretty sure I shouldn’t be sending.

  “Stick with me, and I’ll find a way to warm you up.” His eyes flash, and I feel it straight through my body, like a cool drink on a hot, parched afternoon. My knees go weak for a moment and he takes my elbow, and we walk down the hall.

  Chapter 6

  Blair

  I can’t fight it. I can’t ignore it. I want her. The mousy little intern. I tried to follow Liam’s advice and forget about her, knowing that that stupid idiot is always right, but every day, thoughts of her take me over. It’s gotten so bad that I am calling up security footage from the accounting department just to stare at her as she sits at her desk for hours on end. She’s clearly bored and miserable.

  Last night I had the brilliant idea of inviting her to be my personal assistant. I open the camera link, wanting my secret morning glimpse of her sweet face, full lips, curvy body, before sending Madeleine to get her. My heart skips a beat when I see the desk is missing from its usual spot, and there’s no sight of Chastity anywhere. My hand fumbles as I reach for the phone, and I sound slightly panicked even to myself when Madeleine answers a moment later.

  “What happened to the intern in accounting?” I bark.

  Madeleine, the consummate professional, immediately knows who I’m talking about. “Miss Mitchell is shadowing your brother today, sir.”

  I scowl. “Why is she doing that?”

  Madeleine’s tone reveals nothing, not even curiosity. “I don’t know, Mr. Hayden, but he asked me to escort her to his office, so I did.”

  I let out a frustrated sigh, and struggle not to snap at Madeleine. “Make sure you pencil in Miss Mitchell to my schedule tomorrow. She will be shadowing me all day.” I growl.

  “Of course, Mr. Hayden.”

  Hanging up a moment later, I lean back in my chair and imagine Chastity shadowing me all day tomorrow. If things go as I’m planning, she’ll be shadowing me all night too. Sure, I shouldn’t cross that line. I never have before. I don’t sleep with the employees, and neither does Liam. Besides the fact that it’s a one-way ticket to scandal, sexual harassment allegations, and a huge financial settlement, we’ve always had our share of gorgeous women throwing themselves at us. And the potential trouble was just not worth it. We agreed early on that no matter how attractive an employee, neither of us would fuck her.

  “Ah! But we aren’t paying her,” I say aloud with a small chuckle. She’s an intern! She’s not an employee. Besides, she’s only going to be here a few more weeks. So fuck it. I’m done trying to fight my desire. I’ll spend some time with her, maybe fuck her once or twice, show her a good time, and she’ll be out of my system.

  I just have to make it clear to her that I offer nothing beyond that. No marriage, no kids. No walks in the park on a Sunday.

  But back to the matter at hand. What the fuck is Liam doing having her shadow him? Is that bastard trying to torture me? That’s not really like him, but it wouldn’t be the first time we’ve had the same taste in women. But, I never cared enough before to compete with him for a woman. Neither of us fought. Business before pleasure after all. Besides, I have no intention to piss my brother off, but.. truth be told, I saw her first. If it’s a contest, I am determined to win it.

  Ugh. I’m in no mood to work. Pushing away from the desk I find myself heading out of my office to the elevator. I press the button for the top floor, and, as I exit to the penthouse a few minutes later, I realize I have no plan. Part of me just wants to kick his stupid identical ass.

  I walk toward Liam’s office, but freeze when I catch sight of a familiar and shapely behind from the corner of my eye -- Chastity stretching to reach a box of papers in the supply room. I step into the room with her and close the door behind me.

  She looks briefly startled as she glances over her shoulder at me, and then she blushes.

  “You’re right, reorganizing the supply room is keeping me warm.” She says it with a hint of teasing, and also some shyness. Oh my God, she thinks I’m Liam. She bites her lip and looks away from me, over my shoulder.

  I open my mouth to correct her, but before I get a chance, she adds, “I kind of thought you meant something else, Liam.”

  It pisses me off to hear my brother’s name on her lips, especially since she thinks I’m him, and my conscience twinges too. I should correct her right away, but I now I’m intrigued. “What did you think I meant?”

  Her face goes redder than a radish. It’s obvious she can’t say it. She seems to be physically unable to speak, but from the sparkle in her brown eyes and the flush in her cheeks it’s obvious her thoughts are as dirty as mine.

  Moving closer, smoothing my thumb over her lower lip to get her to release it from her teeth holds her captive. Her lips are so soft, so plump. “I can’t believe I have you rearranging the supply closet. I should’ve asked for something else instead.” I drop my hand and she immediately runs her finger over her lips before regaining her composure.

  “I guess it’s the kind of job an intern does. Like making coffee, right, Liam?” She stutters for a moment on the name. It’s obvious she’s not used to being on a first name basis with my brother yet. Good.

  “Chastity. What do you call Blair?”

  She blinks at the question, looking confused. “I don’t call him anything.”

  “I thought you knew him pretty well.”

  She shakes her head. “I’ve only talked to the other Mr. Hayden one time.”

  “Is that so? What did you think about him?” As I ask, I take a step closer. She gasps lightly when my body brushes against hers, and I took advantage of the moment to slide my hand to her cheek. Incredibly, she turns so that my thumb is back on her lips. Her teeth graze my finger for a moment, and then her mouth softens, and her lips brush against it. The movement of her lips goes straight to my cock.

  “He’s my boss?” she says with a smile. “But if I’m honest? Both of you are sexy.”

  I tip her chin up as I bend my head. She looks almost like she’s about to refuse, but then her lips soften, and she closes her eyes, surrendering.

  Touching my lips to hers rocks my world. I’m hard and aching, and all I want is to lift her by the ass cheeks, put her on the shelf behind her, and drive my cock into her as hard and fast as I can.

  But she’s a virgin.

  All I have is this kiss. So I just do to her mouth what my cock wants to do to her sweet slit. I start softly, kissing her lips, my lips parting hers before my tongue makes its claim. Before long, we’re both fiercely kissing each other. She’s trembling and leaning against me now, and the hard buds of her nipples push up against the fine linen of my dress shirt. I want to rip her clothes off, need to be skin to skin, but I have to hold back. She’s a virgin, I can’t rush her. I can’t try to get her into my bed tomorrow night. As she curves against me, my arms wrap around her automatically, and only the alarming thought that I might never want to let her go finally makes me take a step back.

  Staring down at her with my hand on her cheek, her breath leaving her in rapid puffs that bring her luscious tits closer to my chest, I know I’m risking getting in deeper than I’ve ever been before. I have a feeling that Chastity might just be worth something more to me than all the other women I’ve fucked in the past.

  Despite it being almost physically painful to leave her, I walk out of there. I’m in the supply room one moment and gone the next. I step into the elevator a moment later and heave a sigh of relief once the door closes. What are these feelings rushing through me?

  I shouldn’t have pretended to be Liam, and if Chastity learns the truth, which she more than likely will, she’ll probably be pissed. I might’ve ruined everything between us with that bit of dishonesty. But I hadn’t been able to fight it. I promise myself I’ll make it up to her when she shadows me.

  I’ll start by telling her the truth.
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  Chapter 7

  Chastity

  Holy… shit. My head is reeling and I feel hot everywhere. Pulses of need are still shooting through my pussy and it’s been ten minutes since Liam left as suddenly as he did. It seemed as if he was confused. He looked hesitant about something, and then his expression cleared. Then he… just left.

  The whole experience was different that how I had fantasized it. He was just as hard-edged as I’d imagined, aggressive and flirtatious. Then he got a phone call and sent me to the supply room to reorganize, saying he’d come get me when he was done. Honestly I felt like he was probably just getting rid of me. Then, he shows up, kisses me and leaves me standing there panting. More confused than ever.

  A pang of embarrassment hits me again as I think of telling my freaking boss that I find his twin as sexy as he is. Who does that? Not me, that’s sure for sure. I never even got up the courage to reveal a crush on anyone in high school. I told Vicki about the boys I liked, but I never said anything to them. I’d be so mortified I’d wish I could fall through the floor.

  Nope. I don’t do those sorts of things, or, at least, I didn’t until I came to Hayden industries and met the gorgeous and powerful Liam and Blair Hayden.

  I wonder what Blair kisses like?...

  A moment later, Liam opens the door into the supply closet. I hold my breath as I wait to see if he’ll try to kiss me again. Instead, he holds up a finger and crooks it in my direction. I find myself obeying, though I’m not sure what he wants. Is it a work thing, or…?

  “It looks much better in here. Thank you for your hard work. I’m sorry I had to leave you for a few minutes, but that was a very important client on the phone and it couldn’t wait.”

  I nod, confused. It’s almost like he’s already forgotten the moment before.

  “I’m happy to help,” I say slowly, “but did I do something… wrong?”

  He scans the shelves around us. “I don’t think so. Everything’s right where I told you to put it.”

  I frown. “Um… No, I mean is something wrong with what happened a few minutes ago? Did I do it wrong?”

  His brow furrows. “What happened a few minutes ago?”

  “The kiss,” I hiss at him. “You walked out of here without saying anything, and I thought maybe I hadn’t done it right.”

  He’s full-on frowning now. “What? You’re saying I kissed you just now?”

  I shrug. “Well, less than five minutes ago.”

  After a moment, his expression clears, and he chuckles. “Nah. It wasn’t me. It must’ve been Blair.”

  I narrow my eyes. “I don’t think so. I called him Liam, and he would have corrected me, wouldn’t he?”

  Would he, though? He asked me what I thought of Blair, clearly wanting to know which brother I thought was sexier? He couldn’t have been tricking me?

  “I swear it wasn’t me, Chastity.”

  I glare at the floor, rubbing my shoe against the concrete. “You guys play these games a lot, where you switch identities?”

  He holds up his hands in the exact same way he tried to calm me down last time. “Of course not. We play games, but not those kind of kid’s games. It’s not like Blair at all, and it certainly isn’t like me.”

  He lets out a deep breath and I nod. I believe him. I even believe Blair on his behalf, though I want to march into his office and demand some kind of explanation. Why did he do that?

  Liam’s hand is suddenly resting on my arm in almost the same spot Blair had touched me earlier. “I can’t say I’m not intrigued.”

  My mouth goes dry. “By what?”

  “Was it a good kiss?”

  Not about to mention it was my first kiss ever, I just nod.

  “I see... but I think I could do better.”

  My eyes widen. “Liam?”

  “I bet I can make you forget all about kissing Blair.”

  I shake my head. “I don’t think so.” Don’t girls always remember their first kiss?

  “I’m pretty sure I can, and you know what? I’m jealous too. It wouldn’t be fair if you didn’t give me a chance to at least try.” He’s grinning down at me, and he’s so close that I can feel the heat coming off his body.

  Despite the fact that kissing both brothers in the span of five minutes is probably scandal-worthy, I find myself nodding. “I guess that’s true. You have to compare products for market research, don’t you?”

  He chuckles softly. “That’s a good intern. Compare and contrast.”

  Before I can reply, his head lowers, and his hand lifts my chin. His hold is firmer, allowing no escape — not that I want to? When his mouth presses to mine, and he kisses me with fresh intensity, my body strains against him like it’s no longer under my control. Where Blair eased into the kiss, though before he’d finally pulled away we were glued together, Liam is fierce. It takes all of my willpower to try not to plaster myself against Liam just ten minutes later.

  But he sucks all my willpower from me as he nibbles on my lower lip and I end up pressed against Liam, wrapping my arms around his neck. His hands envelop my ass cheeks, kneading them as he crushes his cock against my slit, rubbing against me. I almost come right there. His tongue invades my mouth. He kisses as aggressively as he does everything else, but I love every second. It’s strange, because kissing Blair had me just as wet, but it was so different.

  When he finally allows me to step back, my head is spinning, but one thought is clear.

  “Who’s the better kisser, Sugar?”

  Looking up at him, I’m sure he can see how dazed I am. “You both are amazing. Different, for sure, but I couldn’t pick a favorite.”

  “Not even if I kiss you again?”

  I am tempted, breathing hard, but it would be dishonest. I don’t want to lie. “I don’t think it would help me pick. The truth is, I don’t think I can pick, because I like both so much. I like you both,” I whisper, closing my eyes to avoid seeing disgust in his face. “I’m not supposed to do that.”

  He leans close, and his lips brush against my nose, my cheeks, though he doesn’t kiss me. “Sometimes, it’s more fun to do things you aren’t supposed to than it is to follow the rules.” He chucks my chin and walks out.

  ***

  When I got home to my apartment later that evening, I poured myself a small glass of wine from a bottle I’d been saving for Christmas and gulped it down. It was a hell of a day. Liam acted like nothing happened after the supply closet thing, and I didn’t run into Blair again. I still feel kind of pissed that he pretended to be Liam. And confused. But I can’t pretend like kissing him hadn’t blown me away whether he lied or not.

  My mind still consumed with, and annoyed by, thoughts of them, I head straight to my bedroom to strip off my business clothes. Telling myself I was just going to relax, get comfortable, I soon find myself fantasizing about the guys. As I peel off my bra, an image of Liam watching me while Blair undresses me swims into my mind. Then Liam taking me from behind as Blair kisses me. My panties even more soaking wet than they already were from the afternoon of sexual frustration.

  This job might kill me.

  Looking in the mirror above my dresser, I wonder what they’d think of my naked body. My skin is pink and rosy almost everywhere, my nipples darker, duskier. I cup my breast and tweak a nipple, imagining it’s Liam doing it, and in my other hand take the other, imagining it’s Blair. At first, I’m trying to sort out who I would rather have touching me, but before long it morphs to both of them doing it, and it’s blissful not to have to choose anyone or anything.

  I start flicking my clit with one hand, before curling the other around the petals surrounding my slit. Now I’m imagining Blair fucking me while Liam licks me. My fingers move slowly and gently in and out, like Blair’s kiss, before increasing in intensity, but my thumb moves aggressively like Liam. Soon my pussy is contracting around my fingers, and nectar drenches my hand. My core twinges and spasms with release, and I drop to my knees with the force of the orgas
m. My hands still buried between my legs, I’m too ashamed to look at myself in the mirror. Instead, I tell myself that the fantasy is stupid and impossible, that there’s no way I could ever have Liam and Blair. For a girl like me have, having either one for even a moment is a dream come true, and I should be happy with that instead of being greedy and wanting both handsome, powerful CEOs at the same time.

  ***

  Things are a little awkward around Blair the next day. When I arrive and find out I’m shadowing him I think about confronting him about lying me but even just bringing it up seems embarrassing. It should be fun working with him compared to the accounting department, except I keep thinking about kissing him. Half the time, I’m fantasizing about doing it again, and the other half, I remember that he pretended to be his brother and I get pissed off all over again.

  After I grab us lunch from the fancy place down the street and bring it to him, he wipes his mouth with a napkin and arches a brow in my direction. “Chastity, do I have something stuck in my teeth?”

  I lean across the desk to look before shaking my head. “Nope, I don’t see anything.”

  “So, why are you staring at my mouth?”

  I gulp audibly. “No reason. I mean, I wasn’t. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  He grins. “Uh huh. Of course you don’t.”

  “I kissed Liam yesterday!” What’s possessing me to blurt that out, I’ll never know.

  He looks unbearably smug for a moment before his expression goes neutral. “I see. Did you like it?”

  I pause. “Which time?”

  Now he’s the one looking annoyed. “What do you mean, which time?”

  “I mean which time? I kissed him twice.”

  He’s frowning so hard I’m afraid his face might freeze that way. “You kissed him once in the supply closet.”

  “Twice in the supply closet.”

  Blair is getting more agitated with each passing moment. “How’s that possible?”

  I shrug. “These things happen, I guess.” How am I being so calm about it? Maybe I’m getting less shy. Or it’s because I’m equally annoyed by, and attracted to, Blair.