I slowly reached up, pushing a strand of her hair behind one ear. She stared up at me, a small moan falling from her slightly parted lips, the small sound already massaging my swollen nerves. She was used to being the seductress and I was the perfect prey. I had money, looks and the means to end her days working a nine to five. She was bold and something about her lack of caring was a turn-on.
She sucked in her lower lip as her almond-shaped eyes slid down my body, focusing on the full blown erection that pushed against my jeans. I was in a foul and dangerous mood today and the predator had just become the prey. My family swore I was a faggot, and I did like men, but women weren’t off limits. The world was a buffet of sexual satisfaction.
“What’s your name?” I whispered, taking a small step forward.
“Samantha Keaton, but everyone calls me Sam.” Her answer was strong and she was gaining back some of the steam that she had when first getting off the elevator.
Everyone in the building knew my reputation. I partied hard and fucked even harder, making sex a persuasion. Many people had gained their positions just by spending some after-hours time with me, and Sam was about to get a raise.
I took a few more steps, forcing her backwards without acknowledging her answer. I kept my eyes trained on hers. She would learn that her win was just an illusion. Once I had backed her into a darker part of the garage just to the left of the elevator, I grabbed her hair and with less kindness, I sent her to her knees. A high-pitched cry echoed through the garage.
“You can say no at any time. I don’t force anyone to do anything. I have rules and you can choose to follow them. If you decide at any time that this isn’t what you signed up for or what you want then by all means, just say no.” I smirked at that. I sounded like I thought myself a drug. “Do you understand?”
“Mmhmmm,” she breathed.
“You have to say yes or no,” I commanded. I needed her answer to be as clear as my intentions.
“Yes.” Her answer came out in a harsh whisper as her hands slid up my shirt.
“Stop.” My command was dead-pan as I pulled her hand from under my shirt.
“This is a one-time deal. You are welcome to tell anyone in the world you want to about this encounter, even the tabloids for all I give a shit, but I will not fuck you, kiss you or intentionally turn you on in any way,” I watched her and the woman’s eyebrows rose, but she didn’t say anything. “You gave the boss those come-hither eyes for a reason. I didn’t want you, you wanted me. You will suck my dick and let me come in that pretty mouth of yours, and then walk away. Later this day, you will find an e-mail confirming your raise, but not as a payoff because again, I don’t give a shit if you buy a billboard to tell the world of your conquest, I guarantee it won’t change a thing. It will not get you another raise.”
I stared at her upturned face. She thought over each of my words - she wasn’t stupid, just desperate. I waited a heartbeat before I began to undo my pants. She watched and waited. My dick would get what it craved.
As soon as my pants hit the concrete, her hands were on my balls and the base of my shaft, the one hand massaging my heavy sack. Her fist made a few passes before her mouth went to work. I kept my eyes glued to her as she swallowed my growing cock. Her enthusiasm and talents worked greatly in my favor.
I gripped the back of her head with both hands, guiding myself further down her throat. I relished the muffled sounds of choking and her hands as she squeezed my legs. Just as her nails dug into my skin, I pulled out. She coughed and gagged while her hands renewed their work on my balls, one finger sliding along the skin between my balls and ass, making their way toward my asshole. I knew what she was about to do and didn’t need to ask her if she wanted to keep going before I grabbed her hair, feeling all sides of her mouth slide along my shaft as her slick finger slid into my hole. The combined sensation was extraordinary and I would reward her with my dick crammed further down that slim throat of hers. She pumped her finger further into my tight backside as she fought not to choke. It had only taken her moments to acclimate to my aggressive needs.
Her back teeth grazed my hard cock and I shuddered, letting go of her hair to brace myself against the wall. I’d let her do the work she had honed in so gracefully. Another finger slid along the same path as the first while she sucked and blew on my sensitive cock. I kept my eyes open and trained on her as her dark-haired head bobbed back and forth. The second finger slowly and carefully slid in, working alongside the other. I groaned and bucked, slamming into the back of her throat one second and causing her to fuck me deeper the next.
My cell vibrated loudly against the concrete as succulent sensations began to grow along my nerves. I took the sound as my queue to get this show on the road.
“Hold on, Sam,” I growled.
She listened well as she grabbed my ass cheek with her free hand. I leaned back against the wall, biting my lip to hold off a moan as I felt the base of her fingers against the edge of each cheek. I grabbed a hold of her head and fucked her mouth, my balls slamming into her chin at speeds that caused her to gag and shudder violently.
“If you need me to stop, tap my thigh.” I huffed each of the words out.
Instead, this woman that had started this all with fuck-me eyes worked my ass with vigor as I fucked her harder, feeling her throat working to keep down the bile that my constant assault on her gag reflex was causing. Finally with a loud, uncaring groan, I let my cum fill her mouth. She worked hard to be able to swallow each and every drop as I grew soft, still with her lips wrapped around my cock.
Her breathing was hard and ragged, matching my own. I still had not let go of her hair, my fingers wound tightly through her long locks.
“Take care to take each and every drop with you. I have a meeting I am already very late to.” I was out of breath and my words shook with the aftermath of what she had done to me.
Her soft, warm tongue slid around my base, making sure to cover every inch of my now flaccid cock. She reached my head and let go with an audible pop while simultaneously pulling her fingers from my backside.
“You are good at what you do,” I complimented her as I took in her red, puffy lips, her watery eyes and disheveled hair.
She gave me a swollen, awkward smile as she stood, rearranging herself. I pulled up my pants, buttoning them in silence. We both knew nothing else needed to be said. She had done what I required and she would be paid handsomely for it.
“Thank you,” I said over my shoulder as I headed back toward the elevator. I didn’t glance back at my latest conquest. I hadn’t lied, I needed to get to the business meeting that would decide the future of Steele Corporations.
CHAPTER TWO
“Are you fucking serious?!” Rod hissed as I turned the corner toward the conference room. His eyes shone brightly as he trailed those bright blue orbs up my body.
I smirked as I ran my fingers through my hair, stopping to break through knots caused by the wind. He was dressed to the nines in a deep black suit, his hair cut short. His entire look was perfect for this job.
“As serious as ever,” I said, straightening my suit jacket.
Rod’s lips were drawn into a deep scowl and his hands were firmly planted on his hips. He was fucking hot when he was pissed, no wonder I loved to piss him off as often as I could. Lately, it had been almost on a daily basis.
I gave him an exaggerated kiss on his flushed cheek as I strode passed him. I looked back just to watch his body stiffen and his head dart back and forth, making sure nobody had seen that display. The entire company knew men were my preference, but Rod wasn’t out with anyone, his family included.
He rubbed at his cheek, turning back toward the office. He was beet red. If anyone had seen it, they would think it was from embarrassment, but I knew different. He wanted me, craved me and when he was drunk, he lost all inhibitions. He would try just about anything to get me to reciprocate, but I wouldn’t. He was my best friend and I couldn’t fuck that up. I was too emotiona
lly disconnected to risk our friendship like that.
Just as I swung the door of doom open, I felt him at my back.
“Dick,” he growled just low enough to keep his endearment between us.
I smiled, a broad shit-eating grin, as I came face to face with a room full of irritated men, and one bitch of a sister who had it out for me.
“It’s nice you finally decided to give this company a bit of your time.” Jon was standing at the head of the desk, gripping the chair as though it had committed this grievance.
“Of course. This company means the world to me,” I laughed, lifting both arms up as though I could hold the entire company in my arms.
“I can tell,” his deep voice was nothing but condescending. An odd smile crossed his face. I couldn’t read its meaning and honestly, I didn’t think I wanted to know.
“Oh come on, Jon. Pull the stick out of your ass and take a seat,” I kept my tone light even as his presence irritated the shit out of me.
“Jackson, can you please act like an adult for one day?” Emily’s voice gave me the same sensation as nails on a chalkboard and I physically cringed.
“I will if he will,” I whined, pointing at the man that would have control of this company if my dad wasn’t a dick, or if I was mature enough to sell it to him like he had tried to get me to do. If I was going to sell it to anyone, it would be family, not Jon Stevens, who didn’t even deserve a seat at this table.
This company was doing better than it had when my father was alive. Our stocks were up, and our profit margin was larger than it had been in the last ten years. Even during a recession, our company soared and it wasn’t because I was running the company in the form of a stuck-up jerk.
“Just stop,” Declan groaned. His dark, hard gaze, which reminded me too much of my father, tore at the calm that Sam had gifted me.
I don’t know why my father hadn’t given him the company. He had given him his name after all.
“Since you said please, big brother.” I scowled at my two most favorite siblings. It would have been a real treat if my mother would have made it, but it had been months since I had seen her here.
Rod had silently taken his seat, his charming face still fading from the harsh red that my kiss had given it. I winked in his direction for good measure and received a harder scowl. Ashlynn, my secretary, was standing just behind him and shot me a shy smile, clearly thinking that I was winking at her.
“Not in that chair.” I stopped Jon just before that flat, lifeless ass of his was sitting in the chair that was only meant for a Steele, my eyes still on Ashlynn. This was the same song and dance we went through at every meeting.
He stood back up, straight and hard, letting out an irritated breath instead of some stark comment as per usual. Baby steps.
I could care less what issues he had with me. It didn’t matter. I slid the chair from under the desk and flopped down in it, showing just how little I truly cared about my tardiness or whatever Jon’s issue was with my work ethic. I should be the one with the issue, not him.
“So, let’s get started,” I proclaimed, spinning around to stare at the white board that was set up to show our monthly earnings and all the other aspects that kept this place running.
The meeting ran for hours. Each and every time a note would come up on how our estimate on returns would double with the projected next month’s earnings, I made it a point to make eye contact with my siblings, as well as Jon. The others in the room were just warm bodies to fill seats as far as I was concerned.
When my so prompt brother finally declared the meeting adjourned, I stood, giving a two finger salute to the room before heading toward the door. Fresh air and space was what I needed.
“Wait up,” Rod yelled as I headed toward the elevator.
Normally I wouldn’t just abandon him like that, especially after leaving him to the wolves for longer than he deserved. I had been feeling restless lately and irritated. Losing a bid that large wasn’t part of the plan. I knew if I continued to fuck off like I had been, I would lose more, but I just couldn’t bring myself to be more professional. Nobody had asked about our latest venture and I didn’t feel like it was the right moment to bring it up.
I stopped just short of ignoring him and pressing the button.
“You want some more?” I joked, turning back toward him, my lips puckered out in waiting. By the stern look that he held and his jaw set showing off the wrinkles around his mouth, he wasn’t following me for pleasure.
“What the fuck is your deal today?” he shot back, slamming his fist against the up arrow on the elevator. Fresh air and space was not on today’s agenda. “I am pretty used to your antics, but you seem different today. Like you are no longer just walking down the path of self-destruction, but flying.” His green eyes darted around, assessing, worry pouring from his sad eyes.
“My legs are tired, my ass is sore and my throat hurts. Long night, ya know,” I said through dry laughter.
He rolled his eyes as the door dinged open and we both stepped in.
“This isn’t a joking matter. You may hate what your daddy left you, but this company affects a lot of people and things, not only here,” he said, waving his hands in the air, “but all over the country as well.”
I shifted back and forth. I had heard this speech from him, my mom, brother, sister and dear Daddy himself before he bit the big one and I got it, I really did.
“You were sitting right there. You even weighed in on the matter. The company is doing great,” I parroted what we had both said during the meeting. My eyes locked on the yellow light that indicated that we were getting closer to my office floor and seconds away from being trapped in a small space with my interrogator.
“Something isn’t great. I know you. I watched you skip over and narrowly avoid something. You are one hell of a talker, suave and easy on the eyes, so it makes it easier for you to make anything sound amazing. For fuck’s sake, you could sell sand in a desert,” his words had grown softer. I hated hearing how much everything I did affected him.
The elevator jolted to a stop and I had to force myself not to help the door along to get out even faster. Rod’s large hand clamped down on my shoulder before I could get a chance to completely escape.
“You can talk to me. I’m your best friend. We have told each other everything since first grade.” The sadness and confusion in his voice had vanished and I finally made eye contact. I watched his chest rise up and down, the slow lift of his long lashes after each blink, his smooth face filled with nothing but worry and love.
I shook my head to clear away that stupid feeling that this particular look stirred. I wouldn’t cross that line. I needed a friend, not another burned bridge.
“Rod, you know I hate this job. I hate why I am doing it. I fucking hate that I am good at it,” I paused, trying to collect my thoughts. “I’m just tired,” I finally let out, searching his face for any signs that he believed me.
There was no reason he shouldn’t. It was the complete truth. I just left out the fact that I had lost a million-dollar deal that would have put the company at the top of its game for the next millennia.
He squeezed my shoulder and released his grip. Nothing else needed to be said. He got it. He understood better than anyone what it was like growing up a Steele without actually being one.
“But my throat is a bit sore,” I said, giving him a quick wink.
“Fuck off,” Rod retorted, even though his smile was warm and once again reminded me of why he was completely off limits.
This floor was private, limited to Rod, myself and Jon’s offices. Our secretaries were the only other people on this floor. I think I had left Jon on the same floor as me for purely selfish reasons. I loved to piss him off to no end. He was my father’s second. He knew this company better than me, but my dear daddy was a paranoid bastard and would never leave his company to anyone outside our family.
“Good morning, sir.” Danielle, Rod’s secretary, squealed as sh
e propelled herself from her chair. Her short brunette frame was more than enthusiastic and carried a seriously lady boner for Rod.
“Good morning, Danielle,” Rod responded in the same tone he would give a stranger on the walk home.
I coughed, masking a laugh that was bound to show through. The man was so gay that women weren’t even on the radar of people that could possibly hit on him. I also felt sad for her lack of ability at reading her gaydar. I shrugged my shoulder and gave her a look that I hoped relayed as sorry before following him into his office.
When the door was shut, I let my laugh fill the space.
“Just because pussy isn’t your thing, you could at least entertain that poor love-struck girl,” I offered, already getting myself acquainted with his gin bottle.
“Dude, what the fuck are you talking about? You are aware that it is only noon? We haven’t even had lunch yet and I doubt you ate this morning.” His eyes landed on the glass that already had ice waiting to do its job.
“She wants you, man,” I chose to ignore his jab at my choice in lunch. “You either need to hit that shit or let her down easy,” I advised just before I took a deep drink of the brazen liquid.
“Who wants me?” His furrowed brow and pursed lips nearly made me choke on my drink.
“You cannot be fucking serious. Danielle, you blind bastard. That woman has wanted you since the day she laid eyes on you. She isn’t bad looking either. Just try it, you may like it,” I looked down at the few cubes of ice, waiting for some witty retort. When I was met with silence, I glanced back in his direction just in time to see his confusion flip to understanding.
“That would be unprofessional and misleading,” he shot back, shaking his head as though that was the worst thing I had ever said.
He looked toward the door, brows still scrunched together, finally working through all the small things she did that would hint at her interest.
“Seriously, dude, you need to lighten up. You know how many employees I have fucked and none of them care that I don’t call the next day. Hell, they don’t even care when I turn them down for round two,” I shot him a cocky as fuck smile at that last part. I can almost guarantee that Sam will be next on that turn-down list.
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