The Virgins Double Bosses: A MFM Billionaire Menage Romance

by Sullivan, Shae

  “That's quite excellent, sir,” I said as I bow my head. “We are absolutely happy to have you on board with us.”

  I raised my coffee mug for cheers, and we each clinked our mugs together.

  “To the future of Ortega hotels. May our industries get along together,” Arthur announced.

  “Here, here,” I agreed.

  I offered a friendly smile as I gestured towards the couch, sinking into the cushions that were behind me. I glanced at the fireplace and then back at Mr. Chang. “Don't you have to get going soon, sir? I imagine you're still suffering from a little jet-lag.”

  “Of course, Mr. Powers I'll be on my way shortly I'll be happy to have the number of your caterer if you wouldn't mind. While I'm in town, I would love to host a dinner event and, of course, I would invite the two of you."

  I smiled, attempting to stifle a grimace is about to take over my lips. “She's off-limits.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “We hired her here for our events and our purposes. She's in our employment, and we don't intend to be renting her out to anybody."

  “But her catering is utterly divine. Why would you deprive the world of that sort of thing?”

  I knew he wasn't talking about her food and I knew very well the type of man that he might be if we allowed him within five inches of her. I didn't want her to be exposed to that sort of grave behavior, so I politely but very firmly restated my original boundary which was that she was not up for grabs.

  Once he got the idea into his head that I wasn't going to let him anywhere near Belle, he stood up and announced that he was taking his leave. Arthur and I both bowed respectfully and then we had our butler show him to the door. The room plunged into an awkward silence when Mr. Chang left. I could hear the dishes in the kitchen clinking as they were being washed and I could hear the servants bustling about in the dining room cleaning up, and under all of that, I could hear the sound of my heart racing on the inside of my chest.

  “Did that really just happen?” Artie asked me.

  “I'm afraid it did,” I replied with a sigh. “We're going to have to keep a very close eye on Belle in case someone tries to get the idea that they can move into our territory.”

  “We do have a meeting with her soon. I'm sure we can solidify something. Whatever we can do to lock her down, I want to do it. I want to be with her, Elijah.”

  “Slow down, Artie. Don't get ahead of yourself too quickly.”

  “You don't understand. I can just tell. I can feel it. Don't you feel it?”

  "I have no earthly idea what you are hinting at, and I think maybe you hit the wine a little too hard."

  Arthur gave me a confused expression. He sighed as he set his coffee mug down on the table and smoothed his hand over the handle.

  "I just don't know what to think," he said. "I just don't know how to feel or how to act. My usual instinct is always to take over and ravish, but with her, it's much stronger than that. It's different. It's like I want to ravish her... but forever."

  I furrowed my eyebrows together as I looked down into my coffee mug, studying the dark, rich chocolate color of my favorite liquid. I took a long slurp, set it down on the table, and then focused on my best friend.

  I folded my hands together. “Are you thinking she's your soulmate?”

  “Ours,” he corrected. “I think she's our soulmate.”

  I snorted, amused. “I don't know much about that, Artie, but whatever you say. We'll see how this meeting goes.”

  “Stop calling me that,” he insisted. “And stop treating her like a client. That's all you've done today.”

  “Am I supposed to just go in there and make love to her on the counter? Is that what I'm supposed to do, Arthur?”

  “No. I'm just saying that this is a delicate situation. I just want you to treat her like she's actually delicate.”

  “Alright, that's fine. Let's get this ball rolling.”

  “We should take her out somewhere nice. Buy her drinks. Treat her like a princess. That should solidify her dedication to us.”

  “In more ways than one, I'm sure.”

  “Do you want me to let her know to meet us upstairs?”

  I nodded and started heading out of the living room, reaching the staircase before Arthur could head into the kitchen. I held the banister gently as I strolled up the stairs, listening to the soft sound my polished shoes made on the plush carpet.

  I paused and turned my head slightly. “Also bring up a bottle of champagne. We have reason to celebrate.”

  I heard more shuffling behind me but didn't mind it as I continued my walk up the steps. I trailed my hand along the wall as I made my way to the office room—the first room on the right. Inside, it was rather cozy. I already had some servants clean it up today and put a few throw pillows on the couch. It was an antique couch, the sort that I didn't really sit on, but instead looked at from across the room as I typed mindlessly into my computer.

  I hadn't always been this sort of lavish-living man. I remember a time when I was scraping up funds just to afford my living situation. San Francisco had not always been such a forgiving city for Arthur and I. We had to do a lot of work to climb up the business ladder, but it was well worth the effort. And it was well worth all the women that we had had along the way.

  That is until now.

  I thought of Belle as I studied the paintings that lined the wall. Most of them were Renaissance recreations. They were a stylish set of paintings, mostly of barely covered women dancing in orchards and talking with cherubs. I imagined Belle in the middle of one of these paintings and felt such a fondness that I hadn't felt in a long time.

  Actually, I don't think I ever felt such a fondness for any sort of woman. And, of course, Belle was unlike other women. She was far more innocent and pure, but also she was steadfast and independent. She had a strong heart and a ferocious spirit. She didn't stand for bullshit. And I think that combination was exactly what I liked about her.

  I had admired the way she had handled our client downstairs. Though I was worried his retention would have dropped, I thoroughly enjoyed the way she stood up for herself. Most women Arthur and I have been around might have just blushed and waved the question away, but Belle stayed with it; she was cut out for this sort of business. I mean, she had to be. She ran a catering business all by herself for a while—without our help.

  I wondered what other wonderful things we could accomplish together. With our expertise and her talent, we could probably take over the world, one hotel at a time. It made me smile as I reached out to touch the canvas, to trace the rise and fall of thick globs of paint that made up the entire scenery. When the door shut behind me, I turned.

  I saw Belle and Arthur. It was like I was in a bit of a daze with her standing in front of us. Though she was dressed very normally, in what could have been considered servant's clothes to anybody else, she looked just like an angel. It was like I was seeing her again for the first time in the middle of the restaurant.

  “Good evening, Belle. How did everything go downstairs?”

  "It's all clean, sir," she replied. "Everything is in order in the kitchen, and I wrapped up the leftovers so that you could eat them later."

  “That's excellent. That is exactly why we hired you.”

  Arthur wandered over to the desk and sat idly in the chair, the cushions squeaking beneath him as he relaxed into the leather. I wanted to sit down as well, but I was also frozen in place for I couldn't imagine doing anything except admiring the beauty that I saw in front of me. It was becoming increasingly difficult to control myself in her company. Although the event that we hosted had provided a sort of distraction, there were no distractions in this room.

  We were all alone here.

  “Can I ask what this is about, sir?” she queried.

  “Please, call me Elijah. I don't wish for you to be so formal with us.”

  She smiled shyly and looked between myself and Arthur, her sapphire eyes darting to find whic
h one of us to focus on first. Her fingers were tucked together, plucking nervously at her nails even though her demeanor would indicate complete confidence. There's something else I liked about her—she held her ground very well.

  “You're not going to send me off to work for that man that was here, are you?”

  "I would never do such a thing. Your services are far too valuable for us to us, and I'd like to show you just how valuable they really are," I offered.

  “And how would you do that?”

  I smiled as I closed the space between us, placing my hands very gently on her hips. Her hands fell to her sides and her shoulders relaxed as her eyes leveled with mine.

  "We would like to take you out," Arthur replied from behind me. "We can go anywhere you want, and you can wear absolutely anything you'd like to wear."

  “We'd like to celebrate,” I added. “We would like to show you how much you mean and how much we need you here with us.”

  I didn't wait for her reply. I took her chin between my forefinger and thumb, squeezing it gently as I raised her lips up to mine. I softly pressed against her and listen to her moan as she started to tremble. She was already shivering. God, how could I possibly control the beast in me when she was acting like prey?

  She sighed when I pulled away. I carefully lead her across the room and brought her to the desk, putting her against the polished oak wood. I ran my fingers down her chest and caressed her right breast for a moment before dipping down to her hip. I lingered there for only a few seconds as I decorated the nape of her neck with my lips.

  I heard the leather chair squeak as Arthur left it, coming to my left and slipping his arm around her waist. He lifted her shirt just a few inches, and her skin erupted with goosebumps as I continued to kiss her shoulder.

  We became rather heated almost instantly. I propped her up on the desk and spread your legs open wide, using my fingers to tease her pussy that was hiding beneath her pants. The black fabric darkened rapidly, a circle forming where her juices were gushing out of her. I wanted to taste them again. I licked my lips hungrily, searching again for her skin in order to mark every inch of it. We had to make sure she was ours. We had to make sure anyway we possibly could.

  It was our duty.

  I ran my left hand beneath her shirt up to her bra and tugged on the front. She groaned wildly. Arthur sank down between her legs, and unbuttoned are pants, peeling them down just enough to see the small tuft of hair poking out from her thong.

  I stood back while keeping my hand attached to her breast, massaging her gently as I watched Arthur sneak a finger beneath the band of her thong. I couldn't decide where I wanted to put my hands. I couldn't even decide where I wanted my lips to go or whether my cock could handle another night without relief. I considered asking her to please us both, but I didn't want to push her.

  But then again... I really did.

  My mouth moved before I could control myself: “Will you suck my cock?”

  She locked eyes with me immediately and shimmied down from the desk in front of Arthur. He held her hips as she nodded slowly, hypnotically, with those desirous blue eyes shimmering with curiosity. There was something else there, too, that I honestly could not decipher in that moment for my lust was starting to take over. My mouth was agape, and my tongue was already dancing at the edge of my lip with hot anticipation as she sunk further down to the ground.

  “Get on all fours,” I commanded.

  She did not for a second question my authority. I watched as she obeyed and got on her hands and knees in front of me, eyes still locked with mine. I stroked her chin gently and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. As I unhooked my belt and got rid of my pants, she parted her lips ever so gently and waited patiently for me to place my cock on the edge of her tongue.

  She blinks twice, waiting for me to move. I wasn't sure if I had it in me. She was just so damn pure, and I almost felt dirty standing in front of her with my cock barely inside of her mouth. Her eyes were sparkling in the dim office light. I could tell she wanted me. I could see the desire there, the shimmer of hope that I was going to press on.

  And then the beast surfaced. My lust took over and a primal urge to fill her up with my come prompted me to slip my cock fully into her mouth. She gagged briefly as I pushed all the way inside, then became accustomed to my girth as I started to pump.

  Behind her, Arthur was hard at work shifting her pants down from her hips and exposing her round bottom. His fingers slid over the mountain of her ass and slipped between her thighs where I presume he began to stroke her feverishly.

  I shuddered. This is going to be a long night.

  Chapter 12

  Belle

  I couldn't even believe it.

  Here I was on my hands and knees with one man in front of me and one behind me while there was a cock in my mouth. And just days ago, I had it in my mind that dating would never happen with me again...Or at least these two men wouldn't take me.

  I felt that familiarity again and glanced up at Elijah who was admiring every inch of me. I could tell by the way his eyes darted over my skin and slid down my back that he wanted every piece of me. And it just wouldn't be enough. There was going to be a time where he would want more.

  And I think I wanted him to have more.

  I arched my back as Arthur slid his fingers over my pussy lips, causing me to gush even more than I had before. Even though my pants were gone, they were caught around my knees and held my legs in place while I squirmed against his touch. I think he had done it on purpose so I would stay in place.

  And honestly? It was fucking hot.

  Elijah's cock filled my mouth as he moved gently back and forth, slowly and steadily so that I could get used to him. I was totally enamored with the idea of them both penetrating me in this position, but I couldn't imagine how in the world I would ever get to that point, especially since I wanted to still be pure.

  I was growing hotter by the second. Arthur traced my outer pussy lips with one finger well his other fingers circled my hole. He leaned over and kissed my bottom as he began stroking quicker, extending his tongue to drag along my bottom. This was wild—and utterly electrifying. As horrified as I was to be receiving pleasure from them both, I couldn't help how much I wanted it.

  I just did.

  When Arthur pulled away, he used one hand to guide my hips while rubbing me with the other. His fingers were smooth against my pussy and made me want to grind. It reminded me of him humping me in the kitchen at their hotel where a host of emotions and fantasies had surfaced about them. This was the first time I was having them together, and I wasn't entirely sure how I was going to react.

  ...Other than being soaking wet, of course.

  I widened my lips to accommodate for Elijah. He was much larger than I had ever seen. I mean, I didn't have much experience in this arena, but he felt big...a little too big. I wondered how he would feel inside me or if I'd even be able to take his girth. And for some reason, I gushed more at the thought.

  Arthur traced a circle around my clit. I bucked forward and grunted, my moans muffled by Elijah's cock. I hummed while Arthur continued stroking me into fits, causing my hips to wiggle as I tried to control my body's reaction. This was torture. As Arthur started slipping the tip of his fingers into my pussy, I gagged on Elijah's cock and pulled back.

  “Not yet,” I whispered.

  Respectfully, he exited my pussy and went back to tracing my pussy lips. As he rested his mouth against my bottom, Elijah tapped my lips with his cock. I glanced back up to see him smiling wide and panting, overwhelmed with the sensation my mouth was giving him. Considering I hadn't done this before, it was satisfying to see he was enjoying it so much.

  I opened my mouth and swallowed him.

  “I want you to lay down, Arthur,” he instructed. “And sweet Belle, I want you to sit on his face.”

  My eyes widened. “Hmm?”

  He grinned mischievously. “You heard me.”

  While Arthu
r shifted behind me, I felt him shimmy his face between my legs. I could feel his hot breath on my pussy, coaxing my hips to relax and lower myself down to his mouth. As his warm tongue met my aching pussy lips, my eyes rolled back, and I groaned longingly. It was the sweetest and most intimate kiss, one that reminded me of that night at the club.

  Arthur dragged his tongue from my hole all the way up to my clit, causing my hips to shiver and my legs to give out. My pussy met his lips, and he chuckled, groaning into my pussy and causing my skin to vibrate. I was near hysterical with the feeling that took over. My eyes began watering up as I continued to suck off Elijah, keeping my eyes hooked to his.

  I wasn't afraid to look away. It was just...significant. I didn't want to look away. Something in me signaled this gesture, this respectful gesture that meant that I couldn't get enough of him. And truly, I couldn't. I had been torn before, but this encounter was something else. I could feel it in the way we were connected.

  It was like it was meant to be.

  Arthur extended his tongue and trailed it down to my entrance, barely poking it inside. He rubbed his upper lip against my clit and wrapped his hands around my ass, squeezing it in turns while he fervently licked me. I squeaked when he hugged my ass and forced me further against his mouth.

  He must have been starving. His mouth slipped and slid over my lips as his tongue continued to pleasure me, slipping further into my pussy. I bucked against his mouth. It was so much better than dry-humping. This was hardly a comparison, a truly enlightening and liberating action. Even though it was still technically sex, it really wasn't. I felt perfectly at ease.

  Elijah slipped his cock from my mouth and gripped a chunk of my hair, holding me in place as he knelt down to taste my lips. His tongue sought mine and dueled with me briefly before pulling away. I felt drunk or high—or some wicked combination of both. I was trapped between them, yet felt like I could exit this scene at any moment.