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His reaction fueled my desire.
What a responsive lover. This was the most fun I’d ever had on a dare.
Paralyzed, Ellis leaned against the cubicle wall and moaned. He was still
holding me like a friend or an employee. That had to change. I guided his hand
down my
skirt clad
ass.

He groaned and
squeezed—finally. Ellis started taking control and walked me backward
towards my desk. He kissed me while we walked by the braille method to my desk.
I hit the back of my chair, which he took hold of and flung behind him. He kept
moving me back until my ass hit the top of my desk. Then he used a hand to
clear everything out of his way. Computer monitor—squished between the
desk and the cubicle wall.
Keyboard—on the floor.
Files—scattered everywhere.

Setting me on top of the desk,
he shoved my skirt up with both hands. Talented fingers played with my lacey
underwear. Ellis slipped his finger under the top band and tickled my hip. Our
lips and tongues became a language all our own. I kissed him deeper, loving his
teasing play. Slipping in and out from under my panties his fingers danced
around my inner and outer thighs. His hand traveled all the way around the band
to the small of my back and started pulling my underwear off. Fully dressed,
except for my crotch, Ellis’ hands roamed under my clothes. Deft fingers
unlatched my bra and his hands came around my front and cupped my breast.

He became more in the moment,
like he finally was on board with what was happening. His tongue stroked the
inside of my mouth with long glides. Massaging my breast, his thumb rolled over
my nipples making them pucker. I moaned into his mouth and his body pushed me
into the desk, asserting his male side.

My shoulders hit the wall where
my desk met the cubicle. Now Ellis was getting into this and pulled my hips
into his waist, letting me feel his hard mass between my legs. My arms slipped
under his open shirt and I raked his back with my nails. Ellis broke away from
our kiss, arched his back and hissed out a curse. His right leg came up,
spreading me open. The animal side of Ellis came out to play. He pressed down
on top of me while simultaneously pulling me closer to him. His kiss became
more earnest, more demanding but in contrast his touches were light. The
differences sent my senses zinging in extreme directions. Abandoning all
propriety, I set upon getting his cock inside me.

I sent my hands to his bare
back, scratching, clawing,
enticing
him to shove his
flesh pike inside me. My legs wrapped around his thighs and I pulled him
closer. He started rocking us, setting pressure with his bulge on that magical
place between my legs. I started to moan but his lips persisted I pay attention
to them.

He wasn’t done with foreplay,
but I was, and my hands wandered down to his ass. I squeezed and that sent
Ellis bucking. Lips traveled down to my neck. I expected he’d nip me for my
aggressive behavior. Two could play at that game. His shoulder was in the right
place so I opened my mouth and pressed my teeth against his muscled shoulder.

That did him in. His breath
shuddered and his light touches became possessive and demanding. With one hand
he tried pulling his underwear down but the material clung to him. In a
surprising show of strength his other arm didn’t let me go. He must have
thought I’d fall. In trying to bob free, his dick only exasperated things as
the spandex pulled at his erection. His hips gyrated trying to get his cock
free and finally he let go of me to pull his underwear off.

A suppressed giggle escaped my
lips. He looked up at me and the boyish smirk and mischievous twinkle in his
eyes made me feel comfortable and playful. Sex for him was fun. Not some
intense driven, soul intense connection. But that didn’t mean that he didn’t
take it seriously. Sex wasn’t a death
march,
it was
supposed to be fun.

Finally his cock sprung wild
from under his jockey and he gave me a smile that said
,
you’re in trouble now
. My girl parts
squirmed in anticipation. He pulled me to the edge of the desk with one hand
and used the other to guide himself to my waiting hole.

Ellis leaned over and kissed
me, gently, reverently as his tip searched my folds. Slick with need, I didn’t
disappoint him. He moaned in my mouth and pressed his cock to gain entrance
inside. His tip spread me open. It felt like the parting of a sea. Euphoria
bloomed like a hibiscus flower sending waves of exhilarating bliss over my
body.

Tensions of the day melted. All
the stress keeping me going through the day transferred into lustful energy. I
became a wet noodle as Ellis pumped in shallow strokes, pressing only hard
enough to go deeper,
inch by inch
. He held me,
positioning my body in an angle that would allow him access in any way he
wanted. I was all his.

As he went deeper, I succumbed
to his whims. Ellis laid me on the desktop holding my legs in a “V” to his
chest. Hooking my ankles around his shoulders I pressed my ass towards him,
helping inside me. His muscled biceps worked while he held my lower back up in
the air. With no support under my ass it was a testament of my trust in him not
to drop me. Only my shoulders and upper back remained flat on my desk while
Ellis held the rest of me in the air.

My body found relief from each
shallow push. He drove his last few inches in, and at last my long dry spell of
no sex was broken. My pussy swallowed him whole and his balls nestled along my
ass. My chest pounded. I’d been holding my breath and now heaved in air.

He pulled out and it was both a
relief and a yearning for him to fill me again. He drove in, steady all the way
till our hips met and I smiled. He was all mine now. His hard shaft twitched
inside my inner walls and I squeezed him back. His eyes widened for a second
then he lifted his head back and moaned. Ellis started pulling out, but this
time he pumped like a violinist playing a sweet solo.

Halting
himself
at every stride I didn’t have time to think. Wave after wave he pounded just
enough to keep me intoxicated with his cock. He was taking his time with me.
Making it last.
Ramping up his strokes from slow to a pace
meant to last and drive me crazy.

Files that managed not to spill
from my desk scattered to the floor. My computer monitor and keyboard shuffled
around as Ellis pounded in a smooth rhythm. The stress of the day released me
of its restrictive hold. I watched Ellis as I brought my hand up and massaged
my breast. His lips parted and his eyes locked onto my hand. My other hand
wandered up and down my stomach. His eyes followed my trailing hand and pumped
faster. Good boy. I arched my back and squeezed my breast and plucked my nipple
with my thumb and forefinger. A spike launched from my hardened nub to my clit.
I moaned and licked my lips.

The beast in Ellis started
exerting itself. His eyes were wide and savage. His pumping became more
erratic. He was near his end, despite his trying to hold back. I loved bringing
out the beast in a man. He was in the clutches of a woman’s raw power. His
every stroke was mine alone. I relished smashing a guy’s control over himself
and his needs.
All the more to send me over the edge.

My wandering hand lightly
skimmed my belly with my fingertips. Each downward motion went further towards
my curly hairs. Enthralled Ellis watched. His thrusts becoming harder the
closer I got to the apex of my legs. I flattened my palm and slowly slithered
my hand down past my trimmed bush. He gripped my legs harder and pumped faster.
We were shaking the cubicle wall loose. They’d need to be screwed down tighter
after we were done.

Rolling my middle finger over
my clit sent shooting pleasure down my core. Ellis whimpered and dove harder
each pump, never taking his eyes off my finger. I started rubbing my hard
little knob faster, loving the penetration and clit action together. I rolled
my head to the side and started to cry out at every spike of pleasure. I
wouldn’t last much longer. I didn’t
want
to last much longer.

My pussy clutched and suckled
Ellis’ pumping cock.
My climax rolling higher at each spasm.
Ellis threw his head back and wailed each time his balls slapped my ass. I felt
his cock expand and then he shallow pumped as his seed rolled out in a rush.
The influx sent me to the crest of my orgasm and I shuddered the last of the
swells of my peak.

We stayed in the after bliss
enjoying the satisfaction of ecstasy. Ellis hung his head, eyes closed, and heaving
breaths. His glistening chest heaved up and down. His abs against the apex of
my wide-open legs made me want a second round. But Ellis pulled out carefully
so I wouldn’t fall,
then
lifted me up in a sitting
position on my desk. He kissed me and stumbled back. I tried to grab him but
wasn’t quick enough.

He fell into the guest chair at
the other end of my cubicle and laughed. Ellis washed his face with his hand.
“Wow, fabulous,” he said.

“Thank you,” I replied with a
pert smile.

He heaved a sigh and moaned,
languidly pushing himself up. Swaying where he stood he redressed. I watched
not wanting to move. Ellis flopped back down in the chair and flashed a
victorious grin. “What’s this about you leaving?”

“Yeah, that was my severance
package.”

Ellis burst out laughing. His
amusement was contagious.

“I wish you would stay,” he
said. “Is there nothing I can offer you that would change your mind?” He licked
his lips and wiggled his eyebrows.

“Unless you guys suddenly
become a bakery, no.”

His face scrunched into
confusion. “A bakery?”

“Yeah.”

Ellis shrugged. “Don’t think
that’s in the business plan.”

Adrenaline crash. I was coming
off the high and realized what I had to do. I stood up, leaving a pooling mess
on my desk and looked around at the disaster we’d made of my cubicle. “Wow,
what a state to leave in.” I started looking around for my panties. Ellis
picked them up on the sly and shoved them in his pants pocket—trying and
failing to be discreet.

I stared at him,
open mouthed
.

“What,” he smirked, but his ears
turned a deep shade of red. “A memento.”

Shaking my head I smoothed down
my
skirt,
latched my bra and buttoned my shirt. I was
still rumpled but I didn’t care. I looked at Warren’s office door.

Ellis grabbed my wrist, his
eyes beseeching. “
Fab,
let me talk to him. We don’t
want to lose you. You’re a wonderful employee. I think he’ll change his mind
knowing you’d leave rather than be put in accounting.”

I sighed. “Okay, but if you
think I’m going to change my mind over night, trust me I won’t.”

He nodded. “I’ll tell him
you’re serious.”

“Well then,” I said, leaning
over and giving him a kiss. “Thanks for everything.”

He stood and walked back in
Warren’s office while I cleaned my desk. If I stayed this cubicle would bring
fond memories. Tomorrow would tell if I remained working here or not.

Chapter 4
 

Mission accomplished.

 

I typed on my screen to
Bouncy_loudmouth
. The curser blinked. I could feel the
astonishment from the other side of the chat room. Confession time would be the
best part of my day, and I couldn’t wait to tell my message-mate.

 

You’re serious?
Bouncy replied

 

They don’t call me Fabulous for
no
reason.

 

Setting my purse in the lower
cabinet of the desk drawer and setting my coat around the back of my chair, I sat
back down, preparing for the optimistic outcome of working here for a few more
years. If I
was
lucky, I’d get Ellis alone again.

 

You slept with your boss?

 

Yep.

 

I “Alt-tabbed” over to email. Mentally,
I gave myself a high-five. Bouncy would need a moment to process. A triple dog
dare wasn’t something to flash around like a flag. It was a badge of honor and
a privilege to be this bold. Sure there were dares I didn’t take but if it
didn’t involve getting me killed, yeah, I’d do it. Life was more interesting
that way.

Today would certainly prove
exciting. I walked into work prepared for anything. Not Warren or Ellis would
change my mind. I either stayed as an assistant or I went back to the filing
room. Though if my boss would trust me to help him I’d be in a better place
financially. The pay raise was helping with my student loans.

Fellow co-workers clacked away
at their keyboards, phones rang, the stiff smell of computers and electricity
mingled with carpet walls. I set my nose against the desk where I’d been
toughly satisfied last night. Yeah, I was weird, but the smell of sex was
irresistible. Ellis smelled like manly musk and spice. I hoped he’d be cool
after our rendezvous, but I’d make sure he understood my
one
track
mind—towards a bakery. There was no time for boyfriends.
Casual, sure.
Full-time, not so much.

I checked my email. No messages
saying I was fired.
Always a plus.
I never really knew
with Warren. Rumors of his brusque manner and gruff conversation skills had
most the office jumping with nerves when he ordained to come out of his office.

I hit “Alt-tab” and received my
answer for taking the dare.
The one asking if he was a girl
or guy.

 

I’m a man.

 

Oh, surprise, surprise. Bouncy
was a guy? Interesting.

I went back to email. Ellis
left me a message. The Subject title was,
I
talked to War
. I held my breath and clicked open. Blah, blah, blah…
I talked to War and looks like you’ll be
staying on.
Yes! Sleeping with the boss had its perks! I clicked over to
the chat room, ready to sign off.

 

Fabulous, are you a real red head?

 

My handle was
fabulous_redhead
and of course my hair color was real.
One-hundred
percent.

 

The office went quiet all of a
sudden and I instinctively “alt-tabbed”. I turned to investigate the reticence.
Warren loomed in my cubicle opening, scaring a yelp out of me. “Oh my god.” I
placed a hand on my chest.

“My office. Now,” he barked,
then turned around and left.

Shit. He sounded pissed. Was it
because I was chatting online? I grabbed a pen and notepad and scurried after
him. Did Ellis talk to him? Was he mad that I wasn’t going to the accounting
department like he wanted? Was I fired?

I rushed into his office and
Warren shut the door after me. His stern command persisted as he sat down in
his high-back chair. The spacious office dwarfed his black and steel modern
desk. It was as wide and long as any executive desk only bigger and longer.
Maybe he was compensating. If he
was
built like his
brother he wouldn’t have to. Or perhaps Ellis received all the
girth
and
length
in the family. I snickered at my innuendo and sat across his
desk in the sleek metal seat.

Warren looked at me through his
eyebrows with his hands folded, hiding his mouth. The usual intimidating
stare-down as my mother used, only Warren did it better. Accustomed to the
treatment I remained silent. In my family, the first person to
speak,
lost. Or maybe it was the first person to speak after
my mother, lost. I never won but I tried.

“Ellis tells me you’re determined
not to join the financial team,” Warren said after it was clear I wasn’t going
to say anything.

I set down my pen and pad,
lifted my chin and said, “That’s right.”

Long moments passed. “Very
well. You’ll remain where you are,” he said with the conceit of a king.
Warren’s eyes penetrated my soul. He probably counted the spotted flecks of
gold in my irises. The silence dragged on.

“Is that all?” I said.

“No.” His answer came out as an
order.

Out of principle I wanted to
get up and walk out of his office, but this wasn’t kindergarten. I would show
him I could take his abrupt manner
and
be a worthy assistant.

Finally he spoke. “Why don’t
you want to be in finance?”

This again.
Did he not speak English? I exaggerated my words slowly so that
maybe it would get through his thick skull. “I don’t like numbers. I don’t like
being an accountant.”

“Why the fuck are you here
then?”

I pulled back. I’d never had a
boss say anything remotely disrespectful. Warren just cursed at me. In anger I
spurted, “Because it’s the only qualifications I have.”

He smirked and one surge of a
half laugh escaped his lips. It was a mischievous, wicked laugh that sent a
tendril of desire coursing through my middle. His brief smile and amusement
lightened his expression to magnificence. His ire could make a roman solider
pee his pants, but his grin could ignite a thousand woman’s panties.
Holy cannoli.
Warren could be classified
as a sexy beast—if he turned the corners of his lips towards the sky once
in a while. And here I was thinking Ellis was the more handsome of the two. Not
anymore.

But the lightness of his smirk
vanished without a trace. He was back to intense, ominous Warren. I remembered
what David and Barbara told me yesterday. How this man was castrated daily by
the woman he married. Was that the mystery of my bosses missing smile? Maybe
I’d find out, but at another time. Right now his gaze pinned me to my chair.

Squirming like a teenager in
the principal’s office, I couldn’t take it anymore. I never won at these crappy
games. I stood up and said, “Hey, look if you need me for something I’ll be in
my cubby-hole…”

“Ms.
Renzi
,
sit down.” Warren growled, pointing to the chair. His voice alone was a force
that couldn’t be broached.

I sat.

He reached under his
desk,
pulled out a sleek TV remote from a drawer, pointed it
at the wall behind me and pushed a button. I turned my head to a hidden screen
rising up from a backboard, stopping when it reached eye level. The screen
showed noise and then a black and white slanted bird’s eye view of the office.
Specifically my cubicle.

Security cameras. My heart
froze. Of course he’d have cameras even if I didn’t see them. Oh, crap. I clung
to my seat, stiff to the point of breaking if someone touched me.

I watched as the video of Ellis
and I having sex from last night played. The camera was set so only my face was
seen. He turned up the sound and set the controller down. Warren replayed the
whole eternity of the blow-by-blow. I was in my seat for a lifetime. I thought
for sure my hair was grey and my face was wrinkled by the time he paused the
recording of our afterglow. I was so fired. My trembling hands covered my face.
I waited for him to hand me a pink slip, yell at me, or have guards escort me
the hell out. But there was only silence.

Sick to my stomach I chided
myself over and over. Why did I take that dare? My mother would kill me. What
would my father do? Oh god, they couldn’t know. Nobody could know.

Finally, Warren’s cruel voice
penetrated the pity party going on in my head. “How long have you been fucking
my brother?”

I gasped. The famed blunt-speak
Warren was famous for came out in force. “I…” but I couldn’t finish my
sentence. I went to stand, to run out, but Warren’s low growl said, “Sit down.”

The deep, animalistic pitch of
his voice sent the first clue that I was in more trouble than I thought. This
was going to be far worse than being fired, or quitting. I pulled my face to
look at him with every ounce of will I owned. All my dignity, any I had left,
was thrown out the window. I wrapped my arms around my waist and bent over.
This wasn’t happening.

Warren narrowed his eyes.
“Where’s the shrewd negotiator. I want to talk to her.”

I had to pee or throw
up—right now. “
Ahhh
…”

His intense expression kept me
focused. He wasn’t yelling. In fact he seemed disappointed in me. That made
everything worse. I was supposed to be his right hand and I proved I couldn’t
even keep my personal life out of the office.

“When I ask a question, I
expect an answer,” he said. “How long?”

I blinked myself back into the
here and now. “Last night…last night was the first time.”

He leaned back in his chair and
yet the intense hold he possessed over me grew stronger. He didn’t say a word.
He set his hand on his desk and started tapping his fingers in expectation.

Pull yourself together Fab.
He’s waiting for you to connect the dots. But as to what they were I could not
tell. “Why are you showing me this?”

“I don’t care what you do in
your own personal life,
Fabiola
.”

My heart clenched when Warren said
my name. He continued, “I could ask you once more to join the finance
department, but I won’t.” He held up a hand. Not like I’d protest now. “I’ll
concede to your wish and you’ll stay with me.” He pulled up his keyboard and
started typing. I blinked. Was that a dismissal?

I was missing something. I saw
a video of me getting my brains fucked out and now the man who showed me the
porn video, staring yours truly, was telling me I was staying as his assistant?
“I don’t understand.”

He gave me a side-glance that
made me sorry for saying anything. “I thought you went to Notre dame.”

“What does that mean?”

He kept typing. “It means
you’re not as smart as your degree.”

Hey. I’m a crazy redhead not a
dumb bimbo. “Some things are better spelled out.”

Warren stopped typing and
turned to me. “I have a video that I can release at any time.”

Oh god. This
was
worse than I thought. I sucked in
air. Of course he had a sex tape he could release on the
internet
,
why wouldn’t he upload it?
Because it would look bad for the company?
Maybe. You couldn’t really see Ellis. There was no brand of the company on the
video.
Or maybe because he wanted something from me.
“You’re blackmailing me?”

He said nothing but the
gorgeous smile that spread from ear to ear was enough confirmation. “In an hour
and forty-five minutes exactly, come back in my office. Lock the door.”
Be prepared for anything
twinkled in the
back of his eyes. This really wasn’t going to go well for me.

I held up a hand. “Wait, you
want me to…”

“I have a conference call in
two minutes.” He flicked his wrist and looked at his watch. “One minute and
forty two seconds. Come back at exactly ten forty-five.” He turned back to his
computer and put a blue tooth piece in his ear.

“You’re blackmailing me for
sex?” I had to have that out in the open.

Returning to his typing he
said, “
Fabiola
, you’re a valuable employee. When I
ask, I expect you to do.” His eyes flicked over at me and tapped his watch. I
am
as smart as my degree thank you much.
Numb, I lifted myself up and wobbled out of his office.
An
hour and forty-five minutes.
What just happened?

I left his office consumed in
my own world. Grateful no one saw me I slumped in my chair, holding myself.
Okay Fab, this isn’t the worst thing that could happen. No, it was. Getting fired?
I’d be looking for another job. Quitting? I’d be looking for another job.
Blackmail? He was blackmailing me, right? It was uncommon for Warren to be
vague.

Because he
was savvy.
He never mentioned the actual
word—blackmail. It was an unspoken agreement. He’d never be caught using
such words.
In his position that would mean business suicide.
He’d be branded and raked over the coals if he were caught blackmailing
employees.

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