by Andrea Allen
He was worried for me and he didn’t even know me.
“Deep breaths. Focus on my counting. 1…2…3,” he rasped out.
That made me want to cry all over again as I focused on my shallow breaths, slowly my panic attack ebbing. I wasn't normally a crier, but these recent months have forced me to succumb to my tears.
The silence was broken when the elevator dinged signaling its arrival.
The ding jolted me awake and present.
“I can walk,” I said, stiffly. To say I was embarrassed was an understatement. I had a panic attack before I could interview. It was the worst impression.
Jack slowly put me down, his arms hovering to make sure I was steady on my feet.
“Ms. Cole, I trust you are okay?” Jack asked me.
“Yes, Mr. Black,” I answered shakily.
He nodded toward the other man who watched our exchange silently.
“Reese, meet Ms. Olivia Cole. Ms. Cole, Reese Hawk. The other half of Black Hawk. You’ll be interviewing for him.”
I looked back at Jack. They still wanted to interview me? “I-I thought…”
“It would be an asshole move by us if we were to discriminate against panic attacks,” Reese spoke amusedly.
The elevator dinged again after the first one left.
Jack extended his hand towards the elevator. “After you,” his deep, husky voice rang out.
With two tall, broad shouldered men, the elevator seemed quite claustrophobic. Whereas Jack was lighter eyes and hair made him more relaxed and adventurous, Reese dark eyes and hair made him look dangerous with his brooding nature.
Their shoulders brushed mine on each side when the elevator moved up and I shivered. Combined, the effect of having two men in close proximity was devastating.
After what seemed like the longest elevator ride, we got off on the thirty-ninth floor. Dark wood and fresh incense permeated the air. Another receptionist rose once Jack and Reese exited from the elevator.
“We had a late start this morning. Hold my meetings,” Reese spoke in a voice that brooked no argument.
“Right away, sir,” the receptionist responded.
“I can come back another day,” I responded, guiltily. My panic attacked had pushed us back. I didn’t want to be inconvenience.
They just kept walking, not even bothering to give me a response.
Okay, then, I thought as I followed them, fastening my pace to keep up with their long-legged stride.
We entered a corner office that had the view of the city spread out across two huge windows that took up the two corner walls. The view was breathtaking. It was as if they controlled the city from how high we were and we were the pawns in the chess game.
“I hope it’s not a problem if I stay in on this interview,” Jack said. He knew I wouldn't say no. I couldn’t, not when he had gotten me the interview.
Being interviewed by Reese alone was intimidating enough, but adding Jack to the mix would be hard as is. But I couldn't say no.
“It’s not a problem,” I replied.
Reese shut the door and rounded his desk, settling into his huge office chair. Jack and I took the seat across from his desk.
“Jack tells me you were fired from your last job after a man groped you.”
“Yes.” I turned in my seat to face Jack. “I meant to ask you. How did you know my name?” We never introduced ourselves yesterday. In my panic state of mind, I couldn't ask then.
He steepled his fingers across his lips and smiled. “I have my ways, sweetheart.”
Reese redirected the conversation. “My last secretary is on a maternity leave. We’re an accounting firm that deal with high profile clients and we’re in need of a secretary who can handle our busy schedules and travel with us if need be. When need be.”
I focused on one word. “Us?” I repeated.
Reese grinned. “Jack didn’t tell you? We like to share everything.” He stressed on the everything.
The innuendo was sexual and hot. But surely, that’s not what he meant, I thought as I shook my head.
Since the death of my parents, I had no one tying me home. “I can handle it.”
Chapter 3
Reese
My cock was already throbbing with anticipation and I leaned back in my chair to take her in of what was to come. I’m not sure how I made it through this interview.
It’s what we’ve wanted, Jack and I, and I pulled the trigger. “You’re hired.”
Ever since Jack mentioned her yesterday, I was intrigued. Her innocence and strength had captivated him when he bumped into her yesterday. And he was right. She was perfect. Her petite frame and chestnut hair curled into a bun that was begging to be strewn across our sheets. Her creamy porcelain skin and green eyes begged me to dirty her. Her glasses were meant to be fogged up when we fucked her.
She didn’t know it, yet, but she was ours when she strutted her lush ass into our office and accepted the secretary position. We didn’t have a secretary position, since our receptionist was more than capable.
But Jack made it up. He wanted her. I wanted her.
Jack and I shared everything since our college days. We’ve been together since and busted our asses to get through our MBAs. Today we have the most successful accounting firm in all of Atlanta. Together, we ran it with such precision just like we do with everything. Olivia will be no exception to that rule.
I caught Jack’s eyes and nodded. She was it. Her cunt would be filled by us and her belly with our babies. I shifted in my seat as my cock threatened to burst free.
“Any boyfriend?” I asked even though I knew the answer. Jack had done a full background check on her yesterday. The perks of being a billionaire and having clients owe us.
Her father recently passed from a heart attack. Her mother passed away from breast cancer. She was up to her neck in loans. Her old boss was in the hospital, nursing his broken nose for touching her without permission.
“No,” she responded.
“Good.” I said without thinking.
Her eyes widened. Jack quickly took control. “It’s good because that means less complications and attachments. You will be a hundred percent committed to the job.”
She relaxed. Although we knew what we wanted from her, we didn’t want to scare her and cause her to run away.
She was like an injured animal, vulnerable and skittish and prone to bolt at the first inclination of danger. My eyes lazily traveled down her body, from her tits to the soft curve of her stomach. Her presence makes me so unbelievably hard.
“When can you start?” I questioned. My cock wanted her to start now.
“Tomorrow.”
That was appeasable.
We rose and shook hands with her. My first contact with her and I felt her tremble when I squeezed her hand. Her mouth opened before she shook her head.
I pushed the intercom. “Alexia, escort Ms. Cole to her car.”
She butted in. “Oh, no. I can go myself. I came in a taxi.”
That won’t do. She wasn't going anywhere alone. “Part of the secretary package comes with a town car,” I lied, smoothly.
She hesitated and Jack bumped shoulders with her. “Come on, Olivia.”
“Okay.”
We gave a collective sigh of relief.
Jack turned toward me and raised his eyebrows when the door closed behind her as I arranged a town car with a driver to be waiting for her outside.
“You were right. I want her.”
“I’m giving her two weeks to acclimate toward us and be less cautious. Then I’m going after her.”
“We,” I amended. I undid my tie and threw it onto the table, feeling hot and bothered after interacting with Olivia.
“We’ve waited for a long time for the right woman to come along. Now that we've found her, I’m doing whatever it takes to have her,” Jack stated.
“And her ass,” I finished.
“Fuck. She's feisty. She kicked her dick of a boss in the ball
s. She’s going to give us hell.” The thought excited Jack. He was up for a challenge. She would be ours, in the end. We would give her space but the sooner she accepted us, the better.
I couldn’t wait to shove my cock down upturned rosy lips. Her glasses gave me a hard on. “Who’s going first? We have to take turns first. Her cunt will be tight. She has to be ready before we can even think of taking her together.”
Jack groaned and adjusted himself.
The thought of cumming in her nubile body had me almost cumming in my ten-thousand dollar suit.
“Fuck,” I muttered as I gripped my cock through my pants.
“Easy, brother. We still have to get her open to the idea of us. Together,” Jack warned. Not everyone was receptive to the idea of us.
Although she was affected by both of us if her heavy breathing had been any indication.
“I’m giving it a week before we go in,” he groaned painfully.
Chapter 4
Olivia
I whooshed out a breath and huffed and kicked the covers off. I tossed and turned and punched my pillow. Learning the ropes of Black Hawk all day made my feet hurt and my mind whirling with the intricacies of the business. Now, when I finally got myself in bed, it was impossible for me to drift off. After the day I had, you’d think my exhaustion would make me succumb to sleep.
My thoughts drifted toward my bosses. My sexy, fuckable bosses. When they towered over me as we were touring the offices, my thighs clenched. I didn't try to understand this visceral reaction I had towards, not one but both of them.
I had only been with one partner during my freshman in college. Joe was a year ahead studying journalism when we met in the library and he asked me out. Joe was…nice. We dated for about a year. The sex was pleasant but I didn’t have anything to compare it to. It wasn’t passionate, earth-shattering sex but rather an itch we scratched for each other.
But Jack and Reese weren’t someone who would settle for an itch. They were domineering, controlled men who took what they wanted. They would consume the person they had their sight on.
I shivered at the thought of what would it feel like to have their hands on me. Pushing me down and pulling my hair. I shook my head out of my reverie.
Jack had shown me around the office while Reese had given me the reins to managing their lives. It couldn't be but both of them found reasons to deliciously brush themselves against me leaving goosebumps in their trails.
My alarm rang signaling the time I have to get ready for my new job.
I ran to the shower, quickly brushed my teeth and hair, and dressed in a smart attire of a black pencil skirt with a white blouse tucked in and red heels.
I wanted to make a knockout impression. For who, I didn't know. I was still in that first stage of trying to impress my new bosses. I wanted them to like me and I was grateful that I was able to secure this position. The pay was great and the benefits amazing.
Ever since my father passed away, I gave this first sigh of relief, content with my life rather than working and worrying. The salary package was more than enough to leave me with leftover income after I would make loan payments each month.
I was at ease.
***
“Mr. Black, your 2 p.m., Mr. Smith, is here,” I spoke through the intercom, motioning for the gentlemen to sit in the spacious, waiting area.
It was my second week on the job and I loved it. Whereas Jack was quiet and controlled, Reese was more relaxed and fun, although his eyes were smolder-y. They bore into me whenever he was speaking to me. Lately, Jack and Reese were following my every movement and I got them staring at my ass. They shared an office and I always saw them in the reflection of the glass door.
I was feeling brave and, apparently stupid because I started wearing shorter pencil skirts and left two buttons of my blouse opened.
The change didn’t go unnoticed as evident by the heated, smoldering eyes. I felt like a prey being circled by two predators who were waiting to be pounced. Or pounded in this case, I thought cheekily.
“Alright, Ms. Cole, send them in.”
I gave a sigh of relief. Mr. Smith had been leering from his perched position. I felt his eyes follow me as I restocked paper in the printer and added ink. I didn't want to raise a scene but the lustful gaze made me uncomfortable considering my last job.
“You may go in, Mr. Smith.” I held the office door open.
He got up and brushed pass me and slapped me on my ass with a wink. I almost tripped at the shock and audacity of the action that I didn’t think, my self-training classes kicked in and I grabbed his shoulders and kneed him.
He yelled in pain and dropped to the ground clutching his precious jewels.
Oh shit. Fuck. What did I do? It hadn't even been a month before I fucked up again.
I didn’t think of the repercussions and now I was going to get fired. And I liked this job, the challenge of it and the security I felt. I closed my eyes and dropped my shoulders and leaned back against the doorway.
I was almost in tears as the events caught up with me. Twice in a row I was sexually assaulted. Each time, I felt disgusting and vile.
At his cries of pain, Jack bolted across the room and Reese ran from his office across Jack’s.
“What happened?” Reese fumed.
I didn't answer.
“Your secretary attacked me. She’s a fucking crazy person. A lunatic,” Mr. Smith wheezed out, slowly raising to his feet.
Jack accessed the situation and turned towards me. “Tell me, Ms. Cole, what happened?” He implored softly.
They were quivering with rage and I knew it wasn't intended for me. They suspected something unwarranted had happened and wanted my affirmation.
Tearfully, I told them what happened.
Before I could finish, Jack grabbed Mr. Smith and punched him right across the jaw, pushing him against the wall and plummeting him with punches in his gut.
Jack held Reese and whispered in his ear to which Reese calmed down.
I stood there in shock. Reese was easy-going and collected. He lost his cool.
For me.
I didn't know what to make of that.
Chapter 5
Olivia
After forcing me to drink water, Jack tipped back on his heels and framed my face in his hands. “Are you okay?” Reese had kicked Mr. Smith out and ordered the office to not disturb us.
I was taken back at the sudden touch and the tingle I felt down the back of my neck. I leaned into Jack’s touch and answered, “Yes.”
Reese, behind me, patted my body looking for injuries when I noticed he lingered his hands on the side of my breasts, his thumb almost brushing my nipple. His other hand was holding my ass, kneading it checking for bruises.
Except his touch wasn’t unwelcome. His touch didn't make me feel disgusting. It enlivened me. Emboldened me.
Jack’s gazed stooped half-lidded and he smirked when I caved into his hands caressing my cheeks. He nodded to Reese behind me. A second later, firm, callused hands gripped me by my waist from behind. Reese held me protectively and the electrifying heat that shot through my core stunned me.
I was turned on.
By both of them.
I let my instincts and feelings take over. I let go of norms and doubts and just did what seemed to be natural to me.
I slyly leaned my back against Reese’s chest to seek…something.
A moment later I tried to clear myself out of the lust induced haze I was trapped in by my two sexy bosses, when I felt strong, firm lips press against mine.
The kiss shocked me and my mouth fell open.
To which Jack swooped in with his tongue and ravaged my mouth, his kiss became impassioned and I had no choice but to follow his path.
Reese’s arm behind me began to explore down further until he reached under my skirt. I moaned at the sensory overload when his hand trailed up to reach my center. I clenched my thighs together, instinctively, and Reese pushed them open with his hand
s.
“Wh—What’s happening?” I whispered.
“Relax,” Jack murmured against my lips. “Don’t think. Feel.” He was softly biting my lips, tugging them and it was the most sensual kiss I have experienced.
I gasped against his mouth when a thick finger pushed aside my panties and entered me, probed me. I dropped my head back against Reese’s shoulder as another finger joined his first, pushing inside me, mimicking the thrusting actions.
“I’ve been aching to do that for a week,” Reese said. His voice was husky and low.
I was overwhelmed at the pulsations racking through my body as Reese continued his torment on my writhing body seeking release.
Reese
Jack sank down to his knees in front of Olivia and slowly undressed her, unzipping her skirt and pulling it down. He groaned at the sight of her pink, throbbing cunt beneath my fingers. I had stretched her wide with my two fingers.
“Look at that beautiful dripping cunt,” I murmured from behind Olivia. With my other arm I encircled her waist and unbuttoned her blouse and took it off. Her tits were heaving against the confines of her pale blue bra.
Jack hooked a finger in her panties and ripped it, the sound of the seams busting joining the groans and the moans. I unsnapped her bra and her tits bounced free. I lifted them with my left hand, testing their weight and lusciousness.
Her pale breasts were heavy and her rosebud nipples peaked. She was a conundrum of innocence and sexuality. Breathtaking.
I tweaked her nipples and rolled them with two fingers. Jesus, she was fucking hot, writhing beneath my touch. She was a dynamite that was waiting to be listened and burst with fireworks.
Waiting to be fucked.
By both of us.
“Fuck, look at those pert nipples. They’re already hard and straining. She’s enjoying this.”
“Please,” she gasped, tethering on the edge of her climax, desperately seeking the elusive climax. I wasn’t going to let her come that easy. I wanted to take her higher to the point where there was no coming back. To the point where she begged us to fuck her cunt.