Forbidden Fix (Executive Toy Book 6)

by Cleo Peitsche

  It’s something I try not to think about.

  Other than that, he’s exactly the same, still muscular, still gorgeous, still worthy of his last name.

  “It’s because of how I fell when I was shot,” he says, tapping the cane onto the floor. “I don’t need it.”

  I don’t know if he’s here as my boss or my dominant lover or simply my boyfriend, but I don’t care. I rush to him and throw my arms around his neck.

  “I’m so sorry,” I murmur.

  “Don’t apologize. It’s not your fault.”

  He smells good but different, a new kind of soap, or maybe he couldn’t get his usual brand of aftershave. But underneath is the same familiar, masculine scent that I’ve been dreaming of. Later I’ll probably cry in relief, but right now I’m so happy I could burst.

  “I missed you, you have no idea,” I say, pulling back to stare into his eyes.

  His hand cradles the back of my head, and he dips toward me. The moment our lips touch, heat shudders through my entire body.

  I’ve missed the way he tastes, the feel of his warm body.

  He ends the kiss, and I remember that he wanted water.

  “They released you?” I ask as I return to the table and reach for the glass I already poured.

  “More or less,” he says, following me.

  “They didn’t release you?” I hand him the water. Our fingers touch, and electricity shoots straight to my heart. “You just walked out.”

  “More or less,” he says. He’s very serious.

  “Then you shouldn’t be here—”

  “We’re not discussing this.” He leans the cane against the table, but it slides down, bumps into an office chair and rolls onto the floor.

  Immediately, I drop to my knees.

  Oh, it feels good to be kneeling in front of him after all this time.

  Instead of retrieving his cane like I intended, my hands reach for him of their own volition. My fingers shake as I fumble with his zipper, and I realize I’m trying to go fast so he won’t stop me.

  I can feel his erection waiting just on the other side, and I imagine it, swollen and hot.

  He groans. “I haven’t gotten hard in… a long time. The doctors said that my medication would dull my sex drive, and they were right. But you…”

  Grinning, I slip my fingers into his pants, but then he’s pushing my hand out of the way. “Take off your clothes and get onto the table.”

  “You’re not going to like my bra,” I warn him. It’s a super-padded lacy confection, exactly the kind of bra that Romeo despises. “Maybe I can go change and come back—”

  “Strip.”

  I lick my dry lips and unbutton my blouse. The silky fabric caresses my skin as I slip it off.

  Romeo comes close to me and takes my shirt. His eyes wander over my face, then down to my chest. One of his eyebrows lifts.

  Then, suddenly, gracefully, he crouches and picks up the cane. He taps it against one of my swollen breasts.

  “Why are you wearing this in my office?” he asks. “Is there a training session?”

  I shake my head.

  “Then… Why?” He doesn’t seem mad, just curious, and maybe a little baffled.

  Even though it’s embarrassing, I decide to tell him the truth. “Superstition,” I say.

  “Superstition?”

  “Yeah,” I say, ducking my head. I feel my cheeks redden, but Romeo uses the handle of his cane to lift my head again.

  “Lindsay, we don’t keep secrets from each other. Do we?”

  Really, after a man takes a bullet for me, how the hell am I supposed to deny him anything? And if that weren’t motivation enough, Romeo is quickly slipping into dominant boss mode.

  “I thought that if I wore it, you might come into the office,” I explain.

  He looks even more confused.

  “The worst thing for me is when you find me doing something I’m not supposed to, right? So I figured as long as I dressed like this, there was a chance you’d come in and immediately be angry with me, but if I wore some of the other clothes… I know, it’s ridiculous.”

  “It’s not,” he says, his voice soft, his brown eyes locked onto mine. “It’s touching. You’re sentimental, deep down. Who knew?” He takes another long look at what I’m wearing. “That said,” he continues, “we’ll be burning that monstrosity tonight. Take it off.”

  I remove my bra, and my nipples harden as if Romeo’s stare were a physical touch.

  “Leave on your shoes,” he says as I peel off my skirt and step out of my underwear.

  He didn’t specify if I should lie down or kneel on the table, so I get onto my hands and knees.

  I glance over at him and wait for further instructions.

  He’s looking at me… like I’m the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen.

  He doesn’t care that my breasts aren’t cupped and lifted in expensive lingerie. He doesn’t care that my hair is pulled back into a bun and not cascading down my back.

  “Slide your knees apart,” he says as he walks the length of the table.

  His steps are a little uneven, and I wish he’d use the cane if he needs it, but he’s a grown man—very grown—and it’s not for me to tell him what to do.

  I slide my knees open, and I drop my head and watch him, upside down, staring at my pussy.

  The look of possessiveness and desire on his face, the way his mouth opens slightly as he sucks in air…

  It feels good to be desired by him.

  And now is the right time to give him the one thing I never could before. I clear my throat. “I have something for you in my purse,” I say. “For sex.”

  “Everything I want is right here.”

  My heart skips a beat. “You’ll like it,” I promise.

  He makes a little grunt, then grabs my purse and places it on the table. I come down on one elbow—I hope this position doesn’t make my butt look weird—and unzip my bag.

  Inside is a little bottle I bought a couple of months ago. I begin to unscrew it, but Romeo pulls it out of my hand.

  “No Gag,” he reads. He looks at me. “I hope this isn’t what I think it is.”

  I frown. “So I can suck you all the way,” I say. “It won’t numb your cock or anything.”

  He turns and gracefully throws the bottle into the wastebasket all the way on the other side of the room. He makes his shot.

  For a moment I’m impressed, but then I realize he just threw away my magic potion. “Why?” I sputter. “I went to some forums and—”

  He bends down close to me. “One day you’ll suck me all the way, but not like that. We’ll work up to it.”

  “Do you have any idea how long that could take?”

  “Years? Decades? We have time,” he says mildly. “Turn over.”

  Disappointed, I flip onto my back. I want so badly to deep-throat him, to give him all the things his ex couldn’t.

  “Lindsay,” he says. “I haven’t had an orgasm in three weeks. Just looking at you, I’m liable to shoot my load, so stop sulking and pay attention or you’ll miss it.” He brings his mouth to mine and tastes my lips. “Or perhaps you want to learn what a cane across your ass feels like?”

  I shake my head vehemently.

  Laughing, he pulls himself out. His cock is swollen, but he’s not fully hard.

  That doesn’t stop him from taking himself in hand and dragging the tip across my lips. He pushes in, and even semi-erect, he’s still too big.

  His cock fills my mouth, slides across my tongue, then goes deeper.

  Even like this, it’s impossible to take all of him, and I moan with disappointment.

  “Play with your pussy,” he says. “I want to watch you orgasm.”

  He grabs my breasts, pinching the nipples and mauling my delicate flesh.

  I slip a finger into my slit. Sweet little tremors make my pussy tighten.

  With every passing second, Romeo’s cock gets harder. My fingers move faster and faster, r
ubbing loudly through my wet flesh.

  Someone knocks at the door.

  “Find another room,” Romeo growls, and the door swings open.

  “You’ve only been in the building for thirty seconds,” Slade says, “and already you’re making our girlfriend suck you off.”

  Our girlfriend.

  I hear the sounds of suit jackets coming off.

  “Come for me,” Romeo says.

  My nub is stiff under my fingertips, and as I orgasm, the muscles of my legs and stomach all go stiff. The bliss keeps crashing over me, again and again, and I suck Romeo harder. His cock swells, and I taste his pre-come.

  Already, I’m horny again. I feel my pussy fluttering with little aftershocks.

  Romeo didn’t come, though.

  Maybe he can’t, because of the medication. Desperate, I continue sucking him, putting more effort into the blow job.

  He gently pulls himself away, and I make a little disappointed sound.

  “Get up,” he says, helping me onto the floor. “I’m probably only going to get one shot at this.”

  He takes my hand in his. I’m surprised because it’s such a boyfriend-girlfriend move.

  ~ ~ ~

  Romeo sits on a sturdy chair. I don’t like the way he drops his weight into it. He can claim he’s back to normal all he wants, but he’s clearly got a long way to go.

  He shouldn’t be here.

  “Less thinking, more sitting on my cock,” he says, not unkindly.

  I climb into his lap, and he runs his hands up the backs of my thighs. I begin to tremble for him. Everyone must see it. I’m embarrassed, but… over three weeks without him, without knowing if he was going to be ok… Tears fill my eyes.

  Romeo pinches one of my nipples hard enough to make me gasp. “Less thinking.” His voice is stern. “Get on top of me and sit on the tip. Just the tip,” he orders.

  He slides his other hand up to my breasts and rolls my nipples between his thumb and index finger.

  Reaching a trembling hand down, I maneuver his cock into position. The organ is heavy, hot, and thick.

  Gasping, I take the head inside me.

  “Now lean forward,” he says. “Grab onto my shoulders.”

  I can’t help but glance behind me, but Romeo catches my face. “Bad girl,” he says. “You’ve forgotten all your training while I was away.”

  “We’d better start over,” Hawthorne says. “Lindsay, on the floor.”

  Oh, I’ve missed being dominated in the office. I kneel on the floor.

  “Open,” Slade says, and I happily oblige.

  To my surprise, he presses the cane between my teeth. I feel like a dog carrying a stick.

  “Stand,” Romeo says. When I do, the end of the cane whacks Hawthorne in the arm.

  “Oops,” I say, but because my mouth is full, it comes out muffled.

  They make me climb back onto Romeo, and this time, when he tells me to take hold of his shoulders, I do it.

  He works the tip of his cock through my folds, teasing me, rubbing my clit. Then he penetrates me with just the head, holding himself there.

  Because I’m touching his shoulders, I get to appreciate just how fast his breathing gets. Apparently he wasn’t joking about shooting off quickly.

  “Lean your head back,” Hawthorne orders.

  I do.

  Hawthorne takes one end of the cane, but he doesn’t lift it away. Instead, he just stares at me, letting me know that something big is coming.

  “Open,” he says. I worry when he takes the cane. At least while it was in my mouth, it couldn’t hurt me.

  Romeo palms my breasts, trapping my nipples. “For your own good,” he says in that rumbling voice of his.

  All the while, the tip of his cock enters and retreats, enters and retreats.

  It’s probably the cruelest denial ever inflicted on me, which is saying something. It doesn’t matter; just the tip of him will be enough to make me come.

  Romeo hooks an arm around my neck and brings my face toward his. “I’m going to kiss you while he punishes you,” he says.

  “What did I do?” I ask.

  Hawthorne laughs as he taps the cane on my buttocks. “Lindsay, you break a hundred rules a day. If you want us to start listing them, I think you’ll discover that you aren’t being punished nearly enough.”

  I whimper, and Romeo covers my mouth in an aggressive, demanding kiss. At the same time, he stops moving his hips. The head of his cock is inside me.

  “Stay still,” Romeo says. “Don’t let me slip out.” He kisses me again, his tongue plundering my mouth, claiming me as his.

  Someone’s hand touches my hair, loosening the bun. It must be Slade. He gathers the platinum mass and pulls it to the side, and I catch the herbal scent of my shampoo.

  Hawthorne taps the cane in a rhythm. One, two, three, SMACK.

  I gasp in surprise, and Romeo’s kiss turns harder.

  Hawthorne does it again. One, two, three, SMACK. One, two, three, SMACK.

  The cane doesn’t hurt nearly as much as I feared.

  At least, not at first.

  But over time, the stiff wood becomes cruel.

  Romeo is practically vibrating underneath me. “Goddamn,” he says. He thrusts deep inside me, and Hawthorne deals a punishing blow to my ass.

  I moan.

  Then someone is pushing me down onto Romeo.

  A hard cock bumps against my asshole. Romeo pulls out, and someone presses in, tunneling deep into my ass and pinning me in place.

  “Open,” Hawthorne says. He jerks my head toward him as Slade adjusts his position in my ass.

  Romeo thrusts in as Slade pulls back, and Hawthorne’s veiny cock jams all the way into my throat, my lips and nose pressed against his body.

  It’s been so long, too long… I missed getting fucked like this, missed having three large, stiff cocks fucking my body. And I love how strong my lovers are.

  Slade adjusts again, then pulls me back onto him, his palms under the backs of my thighs. He drops into a chair.

  I grunt as my ass slides deeper onto his pole.

  Romeo rolls forward on his chair and squeezes his length into my pussy.

  I’m halfway between the two men.

  Hawthorne makes me suck him a bit longer, then he pushes me away, against Slade’s chest.

  Romeo is large enough that his huge cock is still inside me. Still, he inches forward, reclaiming his territory.

  Hawthorne kneels beside us, his hand pressed on the flat of my chest, between my breasts. He licks a trail down from my navel.

  I begin moaning.

  “What do you want?” he asks. His lips vibrate against my skin as he speaks.

  Slade and Romeo stop moving. I feel their cocks pulsing inside me.

  “Please,” I say.

  “Is ‘please’ a thing you’d like to have?” Hawthorne asks.

  “Fuck me,” I say. “Please. Please fuck me and lick my clit.”

  Romeo frowns, but he’s still gorgeous. “You can do better than that.” His voice is commanding. “What do you want in particular?”

  “I want…” Oh, god, it’s awful to have to say this aloud. My throat feels tight. “I want your cocks… inside me while…” I can’t even think straight. “I want to come like that… my ass full, my pussy stretched…”

  “Keep going,” Slade growls into my ear.

  “Use me!” I practically scream. “Fuck me raw, fill me up with come.”

  Romeo rocks forward, and I practically scream with relief as his cock slides deeper into me.

  “Please don’t stop.”

  “Keep begging and we’ll keep fucking you,” Hawthorne says. He resumes licking.

  “Lower,” I plead. “More. Please fuck me harder. Make me come.”

  Apparently make me come was the magic phrase, because Hawthorne’s tongue swirls around my clit.

  All the while, Romeo and Slade continue to stretch my holes with their swollen erections.
/>   I cry out, but it’s not as loud as Romeo. His booming voice fills the room as my pussy squeezes his girth, milking the come out of his cock.

  It puts Slade over the edge, too.

  Hawthorne stands, winds my hair around his hand and shoves himself into my mouth.

  Romeo rubs his fingers over my clit, and my pussy keeps squeezing him. He groans and shudders, but he keeps pleasuring me.

  Hawthorne rides my face hard. He makes me gag, makes my breasts bounce. Romeo keeps massaging me, giving me orgasms, and Slade squeezes my breasts mercilessly.

  I love my job.

  ~ ~ ~

  Slade and Hawthorne clean up, then head out for a meeting.

  I take my time getting dressed. I don’t want to leave Romeo.

  “Are you going back to the hospital?” I ask him.

  “No. I’m going to take you out for a nice lunch, then I’m going home to sleep in my own bed. Hopefully not alone.”

  You’d think that after the way I was fucked and used like a toy, I wouldn’t be capable of blushing, but I am.

  “Let me see?” I ask, changing the subject.

  Understanding what I want, he nods.

  I unbutton his shirt, marveling at how sturdy his chest is. It’s like he was doing pushups while he was recovering or something. Good genes, I guess.

  The wound itself is covered in a large bandage.

  “There’s not going to be much of a scar,” he says gently. “I was very lucky.”

  “You could have died.”

  “That’s true.” He pulls me close. “But I didn’t. Thank you for the books. I enjoyed reading them. I also enjoyed your notes. Your care packages always brightened my day.” His deep voice is gentle.

  “I’m glad.” Glad… and relieved he doesn’t think I’m a weirdo.

  He turns my face toward him. “When I got shot, I tried to tell you… I don’t know if I made sense. Lindsay, I’m in love with you.” He speaks the words slowly, clearly, because he doesn’t want me to misunderstand. “I have been. I guess I should have said that sooner, but it would have felt wrong to drop it in there when you and Hawthorne were figuring things out. I didn’t think there was any hurry. But when that bullet hit me, I realized that if I left this world without telling you the truth about how I feel, it would be a tragedy. I love you, and I’m in love with you.”