Corporate Passion

by Carol Lynne

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  Copyright ©2008 by Carol Lynne

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  CONTENTS

  CORPORATE PASSION

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  About the Author

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  Corporate Passion

  ISBN # 978-1-906811-39-6

  ©Copyright Carol Lynne 2008

  Cover Art by Lyn Taylor ©Copyright November 2008

  Edited by Claire Siemaszkiewicz

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  This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author's imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.

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  Published in 2008 by Total-E-Bound Publishing 1 The Corner, Faldingworth Road, Spridlington, Market Rasen, Lincolnshire, LN8 2DE, UK.

  Warning: This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has been rated Total-e-burning.

  CORPORATE PASSION

  Carol Lynne

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  Dedication

  For Judie and Theresa. Thanks for helping me stay sane.

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  Chapter One

  "Did you see that hot new guy Mr. Brassil was showing around today?"

  "Of course I saw him,” Rachel Ellerby said to her best friend, Dot. “He's been in and out of Shane's office all morning.” Rachel picked at the salad in front of her. It was one thing to lust over your boss for almost two years, it was quite another to have those feelings for his friend and suspected lover. Rachel sighed and stabbed her fork into a cherry tomato. “What's the point though? We both know Shane's off limits."

  "Do we? You mean because of the whole gay thing? I'm not sure that rumour's even true. I mean I've seen him look at you, a time or two, like he'd like in your pants."

  Rachel choked on the tomato trying to lodge itself in her throat. “God, Dot, are you trying to kill me?"

  "I'm just saying that a man who looks at a woman that way can't be one hundred percent gay.” Dot finished her sandwich and wiped her mouth.

  "I've worked for him for almost two years, and despite my many attempts to get his attention, Shane has never even called me by my first name.” Deciding to just forget the rest of her salad, Rachel picked it up and threw it in the trash. She straightened her short, winter white skirt and put her pale pink blazer back on. Rachel knew she looked good. She was a certified shopper. She may live in a shoe box of an apartment, but her closet was the envy of everyone in the office.

  Dot frowned. “Why can't I have your figure? It's not fair you got all the good attributes and don't even use them."

  "What do you mean I don't use them?” Rachel looked down at her short skirt and skin tight matching sweater. “If my breasts were any more out there, they'd be in your lap."

  "Yeah alright, you look like a hot ticket, but when's the last time anyone got a ride? Admit it, you're more celibate than a monk and have been since you first laid eyes on Shane Brassil.” Dot threw her lunch sack into the trash and followed Rachel to the elevator.

  Rachel smoothed her long auburn hair as they stepped inside. “I can't help that all men seem childish next to Shane. There's just something so strong and commanding about him. I refuse to accept second best, so I'm stuck with my trusty battery-operated friends."

  When they arrived at the fifth floor, Dot waved and went back to her job in the accounting department. Rachel's office was on the twelfth floor, five floors below the penthouse where Shane lived. At the thought of Shane, her breathing picked up and her breasts seemed to salute the brass door in front of her. “Great, just what I need right now.” She quickly smoothed her hands over her tight sweater trying to calm down her apparent lust. The sensation against her nipples made them stiffen even more. Glad she was alone in the elevator, Rachel took the opportunity to squeeze the hard nubs, feeling the answering echo of pleasure in her pussy.

  The doors opened, and before she could pull her hands off her breasts, Shane and his friend Damon Johnson stepped inside. Shane held the door and looked at her. “Something wrong, Ms. Ellerby?"

  Swallowing her mortification at getting caught fondling herself, Rachel shook her head and tried to cover. “No, Mr. Brassil. I was just cleaning a little salad dressing off my sweater."

  Damon openly studied her breasts. “I'd be more than happy to help you with that chore."

  Shane smacked Damon on the back of the head. “Stop getting my assistant flustered. Can't you see she's embarrassed enough?"

  Damon looked at her sheepishly. “Sorry, Ms. Ellerby. That kinda just popped out of my mouth."

  "It's okay, Mr. Johnson.” She stepped off the elevator and turned back towards the two men. “Will you be back after lunch, Mr. Brassil?"

  "Yes. We're just going upstairs for a quick bite.” Rachel nodded, and Shane let the doors close.

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  As soon as the doors shut, Shane turned to Damon. “What the hell were you thinking? I've waited too long for this, for you to screw it up the first day."

  Damon wrapped his arms around Shane as the elevator arrived at the penthouse. He led Shane into the foyer then kissed him. “Sorry, but I can't get her off my mind. I mean, I couldn't help but notice her on my earlier visits. When you suggested the three of us? Damn, I've thought of nothing else since."

  "Not even me?” Shane teased. He knew exactly what Damon was talking about, but he wanted to hear the words.

  Damon put his milk chocolate-coloured hand on Shane's cheek. “I love you."

  Shane leaned in to Damon's hand. God, he'd missed this man. “Been hard being without you. Two years is too long with only phone calls and sporadic visits to keep me satisfied. I'm just happy I finally talked you into moving back from London. Brassil Industries has acquired a top notch vice-president, and I've got you back in my bed where you belong."

  Dealing with Rachel on a daily basis had been pure torture. His hands itched to roam at will over those sweet curves of hers, but Shane had promised Damon he'd wait. With his lover finally in his arms for good, it almost seemed like a dream.

  With the tip of his skilful tongue, Damon rimmed Shane's li
ps. “Always wanted to be here with you. I just needed to prove to myself that I was worthy of being a VP. Now that I've pulled The Huntington Corporation out of bankruptcy, I know I deserve it."

  Opening his mouth, he let Damon's tongue slip inside. Their lips sealed and the kiss sent them both into overdrive. Shane pulled his lover closer as the kiss became a battle of lips and teeth. He grabbed Damon's ass and squeezed. “Need you."

  "Always.” Damon pushed Shane's suit jacket off his shoulders. He loosened the red, power tie and started unbuttoning his tailored, white dress shirt.

  Shane went straight for the belt at Damon's waist. After that was out of the way, he quickly started on Damon's dress pants, as his lover slipped the shirt off Shane's shoulders.

  Dropping to his knees, Shane looked at the gigantic, black cock in front of him. “Missed you,” he whispered, his lips against the crown of Damon's steel-hard erection. Shane swiped his tongue across the mushroom-shaped head and smiled when Damon moaned.

  "Did you miss me or my dick?” Damon asked, running his hands through Shane's hair.

  "Both,” Shane teased and took another swipe at Damon's cock.

  "Do it, baby.” Damon thrust his cock into Shane's mouth as he ripped his polo shirt over his head.

  "Yeah. Oh fuck, that feels good,” Damon groaned as he began fucking Shane's mouth.

  Shane smoothed his hands up Damon's heavily muscled thighs to capture the twin globes of his ass. He squeezed as Damon grabbed handfuls of his hair. Prying Damon's cheeks apart, Shane managed to get two fingers close enough to his lover's puckered hole to insert one then two.

  The absence of lubrication seemed to turn Damon on even more. Shane smiled to himself, knowing his partner enjoyed the small bite of pain. He rubbed the pad of his finger over the smooth prostate.

  Damon growled his warning then came down Shane's throat. “Too long. Oh fuck, I needed that."

  Shane wasn't done with Damon's ass though. He pulled the big man down on the floor and positioned him on his hands and knees. Leaning over his shoulder, Shane kissed Damon's neck. “Gonna fuck this ass, darlin'. You want me to get the lube?” Shane continued to manipulate Damon's hole with his dry fingers, while his other hand quickly took care of getting his slacks down and off.

  "Just use your spit. Can't wait for lube.” Damon shoved backward into Shane's fingers.

  Shane moaned as he licked around the fingers still in Damon's hole. He pulled back and spit into his hand. Running his saliva soaked hand up and down his throbbing shaft, Shane moaned. “Gotta have it now.” He removed his fingers and pushed in to the root in one hard stroke. “Fuck."

  Damon started rocking his body back and forth on Shane's cock. “So good. Getting hard for you again."

  Grabbing his lover by the hips, Shane pounded his hard shaft in and out at lightening speed. The sound of Shane's balls slapping against Damon's ass filled the huge room.

  With a grunt, Damon lowered his broad shoulders to the plush carpet. Shane watched as Damon's hand reached down between his legs. “Gonna jack off for me?” Shane asked.

  He slapped Damon's ass then rubbed the stinging skin. Damon groaned and jerked himself faster. “Now, baby. Come in my ass,” Damon moaned.

  Picking up speed, Shane gave a shout and shot his seed deep inside his lover. Damon's deep growl signalled his partner's orgasm.

  Damon pushed back against him. “You'd better not fall on me, or you'll have cum stains all over your pretty carpet."

  Shane laughed and fell to the side on his back. “Oh damn, I've missed you so much."

  Damon rubbed the cum on his upper chest and neck. He reached over and stuck his fingers into Shane's mouth. As Shane opened his lips willingly, Damon groaned. “It's good to be home again."

  When Damon's fingers were licked clean, Shane shared the taste by giving Damon a deep, tongue thrusting kiss. Stroking his lover's milk chocolate skin, Shane continued to lick and kiss Damon's face and neck. He moved down Damon's neck to lave the smeared sticky seed dotting his lover's chest. Shane nuzzled Damon's underarms on his way back up. “Love the way you smell."

  When he caught sight of Damon's watch, he groaned.

  "We'd better grab a shower and head back down. I've scheduled a meeting with the rest of the department heads to introduce you.” He stood and held out his hand.

  Taking it, Damon heaved himself off the carpet. “What's the plan with Rachel? Are we just going to come out and tell her we want her or what?"

  Shane started walking towards the bathroom when he felt a hand on his ass.

  "I see you've been sunbathing in the nude again, baby. Some things never change, I guess.” Damon slapped Shane's ass as they climbed into the shower.

  "What's the point of having your own rooftop patio if you can't bake your meat?” Shane ran soapy hands up and down Damon's muscled body, as his own was washed so lovingly.

  Damon took particular attention to Shane's closely shaved groin area. “Getting back to the subject at hand...” Damon gave Shane's cock a little squeeze. “I think we should just go for it, and tell Rachel what we want. I've seen the way she looks at us. I don't think she'd be opposed to the idea."

  "I know she wouldn't be opposed. That little vixen has teased my cock for almost two years with her short skirts and low cut sweaters. But I think if we go too fast, she'll think we're only interested in a quick ménage. I want more than that."

  "I know. I've heard it for the past year-and-a-half. And now that I'm home we can have it. We just need to figure out how to let her know we're interested. I think, if we tell her too soon that we want her for keeps, it might freak her out. Let's just stop hiding our lust for her and let nature take its course,” Damon said, washing the crack of Shane's ass.

  "You may have a point. The way her nipples were about to spear holes through her sweater earlier...” Shane shook his head, “I'd say she's ripe for the picking."

  They finished showering and redressed. Punching his security code into the key pad, Shane waited for the elevator, still holding hands with his lover. He couldn't seem to get enough. Every touch from Damon excited him, always had.

  Damon kissed Shane's neck. “What time's the meeting?"

  "Two o'clock. In the boardroom. I've already asked Rachel to take notes.” They entered the elevator, and Shane pushed the button for the twelfth floor. When they exited, the men walked to their suite of offices.

  Shane opened the door only to find an empty desk where Rachel usually sat. He glanced at Damon and shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe she had to use the restroom. Come on. Let's get some of your things put away in your new office.” Shane had expanded the executive offices before Damon agreed to take the job. He'd always known his lover would come back home to him. It had just been Damon's stubborn pride that had taken him to London in the first place.

  Now, as he looked around the suite of three rooms, he grinned. It was the perfect set-up for what he and Damon had in mind. Rachel's office opened to the hallway. One wall was heavily frosted glass, enough to seem open and welcoming, without giving anyone from the hallway an actual view inside. Damon and Shane's offices were on either side of Rachel's, both with private bathrooms. As Shane helped Damon unload boxes of books onto the mahogany shelves, he continued to check out the muscles flexing in front of him. “You're so damn sexy."

  Damon stopped as he was placing books on the top shelf and grinned. He put the books down and gave Shane a show by flexing the muscles Damon's dress clothes did nothing to hide. “Nothing to do in London but work out and think of you."

  Shane licked his lips. “Good answer."

  They heard someone open the office door from the hallway. Shane winked. “Showtime."

  He walked through the open doorway to Rachel's office as she was sitting down at her desk. She jumped when she saw him. “Are you okay? You look a little flushed.” He stuck his hand in his pockets, drawing attention to his semi-hard cock.

  Rachel swallowed and looked away from him. “I'm fine, Mr
. Brassil. I've made arrangement for refreshments to be placed in the boardroom for the meeting."

  Shane watched Rachel squirm in her chair. Without her blazer, Rachel's erect nipples were clearly visible through her tight sweater. God how he loved tight sweaters. Damon walked in and wasted no time. He took the chair in front of Rachel's desk and put his foot up on the edge. Damon's arousal was clearly defined in his dark grey wool slacks. Now that is just teasing the poor girl.

  Damon tipped his chair back and watched her try to type without checking out the package he clearly had on display. “What ya working on?"

  Rachel looked up then down again quickly. She squirmed a little more in her chair. “Just trying to finish up the correspondence Mr. Brassil gave me this morning. I'm not sure how much time I'll get after the meeting, and I wanted to get it out today. I've given the secretarial pool the rest of the daily work, but Mr. Brassil likes me to take care of all his correspondence."

  Damon rose from the chair and went to stand behind Rachel. He leaned over, rubbing his chest against her shoulder, all on the pretext of looking at her computer screen. Damn, Shane thought, the man is one hell of a seducer.

  "Did Shane tell you about me?” Damon asked.

  A sudden coughing overcame Rachel. Damon patted and rubbed her back until the coughing finally ceased. He rubbed circles against her back with the palm of his huge hand. “You okay?"

  Rachel nodded and held up her hand that she was indeed okay. “I'm not sure what you mean by the question, Mr. Johnson?"

  Standing beside the desk, Shane watched as she squeezed her thighs together. He smiled and winked at Damon. They had her all hot and wet. Good.

  "I was referring to the Vice-President's position I finally accepted.” When Rachel spun around to look at him, he smiled. “I'll be sharing you with Shane.” He started to walk back towards his office and stopped. He turned to Rachel one more time. “What I meant to say was that you'll by my assistant, also.” He stepped into his office and shut the door.