Blackmailed by the Billionaire Brothers: The Complete Series (7 page)

But along with his harder
pounding came more torment to my pussy. Warren shoved a finger inside me and
jackhammered my hole. The more my moans resonated around his cock the harder he
pumped with his hand. I was going to lose my mind. His thumb stroked my clit,
his middle digit pumped inside me and his knuckles pounded my folds. My tongue
French kissed his sliding cock while we sated our needs from each other.
 

The swelling rise of my orgasm
compressed into a single point. Warren rubbed my throbbing nub until every last
bit of pleasure shrank to that single point and then exploded like a thousand
tiny stars. A galaxy of pleasure spread throughout my body. I jerked against my
cuffs and moaned.

Warren cried a long mournful
sound and his cum gushed down my throat. He shallow-pumped in jerks until
finally he leaned over me and pulled his cock out. I coughed and swallowed the
best I could. He panted into my chest. After a while he released the clips from
my wrists and recovered his breathing with his forehead rested between my
breasts.

My arms were sore from being
overhead and stretched. My legs ached from being immobile. Now that I was free
I wrapped my hands around him. We remained like that for a moment and he pulled
away. Now all I had to do was sit up. I set my arms on the desk to keep them
from going numb.

Warren’s strong hands supported
the back of my head and lifted me slowly. A rush of blood drained away and I
felt a little dizzy from the ordeal.

“Easy,” he said. “Let the blood
flow circulate before you move.”

Still it was wonderful to have
heard such deep sensual cries from War. He really did consider each task a
battle. Even sex. But he’d won me over, at least on prowess.

I sat on his desk buck naked
laughing at my own absurdities,
now would
be a great time to talk about the weather
. I grinned at myself. Wow.
Sex with the CEO.
Not bad.

Usually this was where I told a
guy that it was great and it was fun and it was great fun, but one
nighter’s
were the only thing I could do for now. I
couldn’t afford a boyfriend. There were too many plans and aspirations for me
to achieve before all that relationship crap. But this time I held my
tongue.
 

Warren gathered himself first.
With every article of clothing he reassembled. Each piece he put on was like
another plate of mental armor slipping into place. I watched as his wall of
indifference built up stone by stone. He was only fooling himself. I’d seen the
wanton man burn with passion. At his core Warren was a fierce lover who gave
himself away. That type of personality didn’t lend well to casual flings.
So why all this?
Why the blackmail?

He unfastened all the cuffs and
set the leather binds back in his drawer. In silent concentration Warren took
my hand and massaged my wrist. His sole focus was on my comfort. Even if he
didn’t say a word at least I knew that much. His attention went to my other
wrist. The silence wasn’t awkward because of the devotion to his task.

A rush of exhaustion hit me when
Warren set my hands in my lap, crouched down and started rubbing my ankles. His
expert fingers and the sex sent my stamina tumbling. I closed my eyes and
enjoyed the warmth of physical contact. Warren’s hands massaged my feet and my
heart fluttered at his touch. Somehow I got the notion this was his language
and he was telling me something. But because I didn’t speak
Warren
, I couldn’t tell what he was
saying.

The fondling was over way too
soon. My boss helped me back into my dress but handed me my platform shoes.

“Will you be all right driving
or would you like to stay here?” He said.

Stay here?
In
the office?
“No, I’m good to drive home.”

He lifted me to my feet and I
wobbled against him all the way to my car. All I could remember was being set
in the driver’s seat. I didn’t remember the drive home. When I got out of my
car a warm breeze sent a chill under my dress. Somehow, I hadn’t got my
underwear back.

The morning after glow faded as
fast as I reached work. I could have stayed in bed the whole day. Warren’s
scowl made me wish I had.

“You’re late,” he said. My boss
tromped in my cubicle two minutes after I arrived promptly at nine in the
morning.

“I am not.”

“You are supposed to be here at
eight a.m.” He dropped a folder on my desk.

“My schedule starts at nine.”

Warren scowled. That mental
shield of his was up in force. “If you’re going to be my assistant, I need you
here at eight.”

Now he tells me. “Fine.”

Shit. I’d forgotten he was not
okay with that particular word. I glanced at him but his placid veneer remained
in place. No way was he ever fooling me again. Under that unimpressed stare was
a man hiding his inner self very well. Trying to smooth over the tension I
said, “I’ll be here at eight from now on. I just wish you’d let me know ahead
of time.”

The slight drop in his
shoulders made a world of difference. His glare turned from piercing to blunt.
The tiniest bit of softness in his eyes would go unnoticed by someone less
astute.

“I understand,” he said. “It
was probably not your fault you were not notified.”

A genuine
acknowledgement of his faults.
Hallelujah. “So,
what did you need?”

“What?”

Seriously? “What did you need
that I wasn’t here for at eight a.m.?”

“Oh,” he said. “That was all.”

Was that a Warren
stammer
? I watched him stiffly turn and walk back to his
office. I was hoping the
fabulous
sex
would help remove the stick up his ass, but it looked like that
problem needed
surgery.

My computer beeped to life and
I saw my online buddy, Bouncy log on.

How did it go?

I thought for a moment.
How did what go?

My day always started with the
usual routine. Log in, check email, get coffee then start on the
days
reports. I looked at the screen and saw
Bouncy’s
answer.

Did you talk to your HR manager?

What’s up with the concern?
No.

Why not?

Because it’s fine.
I could handle Warren.

What do you mean? Blackmail is not fine.

So, he wants sex once in while what’s the big deal?

Of course I didn’t feel that cavalier
about it. I just wanted Bouncy to stop typing “blackmail” on my screen. I was
still working on an angle to talk to Warren about leaving. I hadn’t forgotten
about the bakery.

 
Seriously,
stop typing the “B” word over and over before I get in trouble for it

I flipped over to my
spreadsheet and started plugging in numbers. This was the closest I’d come to
accounting. Data entry was not the same as financials. Plus, making one money
screw-up in a place this this would mortify me for life.

Pounding footsteps shook the
floor. It was Ellis and I’d never seen him so angry before. He was headed for
the CEO’s office.

“Warren!” The HR head screamed.
He knew Warren couldn’t hear him. The door was closed and my main boss’ room
was sound proof. By the expression of Ellis’ red face and his clenched hands,
he was screaming for the sole purpose of frustration. The HR head was a
stomping bull coming down the aisle.

Whispers broke out in the
office.

“Geez,” my neighbor said.

“I’ve never seen him like
this.” Another co-worker whispered.
 

“What did War do this time?”
 

Ellis tried ripping the door
off its hinges but the safety guards didn’t allow for it. I could hear the
first part of the conversation because Ellis was screaming. “What the hell do
you think you’re doing?” Then the door snapped shut and the lock clicked.

There was only one reason I
could imagine Ellis getting this worked up about. One of the “little guys” was
in trouble…and it had something to do with Warren.

My mind went straight to the
gutter. Would Warren want to “see” me afterwards? After Ellis gave him a
chewing out our CEO might need some stress relief. With that reprimand this
morning I’d like to try and remove the stick up his ass with a little sexual
assistance. That might teach him I could release that beast in him any time of
my choosing. Maybe it was bad that I smiled and was happy that I could help him
with frustration issues, but I didn’t care.

It wasn’t the sex part of being
blackmailed that bothered me. It was the ordeal I’d have to go through with my
mother and father. If they saw a video of me floating around the
internet
, I’d get no sleep, nor hear the end of it. A
shudder crawled down my spine at the thought of priests visiting my apartment
to tell me all about sin and sex before marriage. I did not put it past my
mother to send me to a convent for the rest of my life.

Of course I was a twenty-nine
year old virgin—to my mother. Imagining my mother’s “where did I go
wrong…” and father’s “look what you’ve done to your mother…” was enough to
scare any child into submission. Even me.

I wished I could hear what they
were saying but the matter didn’t involve me. I typed along, finished the data
entry and check emails. I had a new project and some files to reorganize in
Barbara’s department.

“
Fabiola
?”

I squeaked and turned to see
Ellis standing with his arms crossed over his chest. “Yes?”

“May I see you in my office?”

“Um, sure.” Things would wait.
Ellis didn’t look pleased. Crap, did I file something wrong? I left my cubicle and
followed the HR head to the lower level. He was acting tense and it made me
wonder if he was freaking out about the other day. Maybe I should say something
to him? No, I’d wait. This could be unrelated.

When we got to his office,
Ellis sat in his chair behind his desk. His space was the complete opposite of
his brothers. Where Warren decorated with cold steel and open windows Ellis was
all wood panels and brass trim.
Interesting contrast between
Ellis’ warm but dark workspace and Warren’s bright and cold office.
Each
workspace suited the respective brother perfectly.

I took the seat in front of his
desk and waited. Ellis assumed a position of a weeping angel. He wasn’t really
crying, but he was rubbing his eyes with the meaty part of his palm.

“Are you all right?” I said.
“If this has anything to do with the other night, please don’t worry.”

He lifted his face and pinned
me with a stare. The family resemblance was uncanny. Ellis had turned into
Warren in a flash-bang. They possessed the same expression, the same icy glare,
the
same poker face. “
Fabiola
,
there is something you’re not telling me.”

I was going to crap my pants.
With Warren I was used to getting these kinds of dirty looks, but Ellis? On the
HR head the evil eye was ever so much more freighting.

“I don’t think so,” I said.

“That wasn’t a question,” he
said. “I already know.”

I put on a plastic smile. “What
do you mean?” What the hell was this? I hadn’t done anything wrong.
Unless you counted sleeping with both my bosses.
Hell I was
the one being blackmailed.

ElIis
threw his hands up in the air. “I’m between a rock and a hard place
and you’re not helping.”

Scooting my chair back I said,
“Okay, we can forget the other night, it didn’t happen. I won’t tell a soul.”

“Too late,
Fabiola
.”

Too late for
what?
Did he know?

“I didn’t think you’d be the
kind of person to really go through on a dare,” he said.

Wait. A dare? There was only
one person who dared me. I covered my mouth and said, “Bouncy loudmouth?”

Blackmailed
By The Billionaire Brothers

Vol.
3

“You’re Bouncy Loudmouth?” I
said. I had to be sure. If he was, then I’d confessed everything to him
already. That meant I’d slept with the same guy who triple dog dared me without
knowing who he was.

Ellis’s grim smile gave me no comfort.
“Afraid so.”

Oh no. That also meant he knew
about Warren’s blackmail. Remembering the conversations I’d had with Bouncy I
tried to remember what I’d said. Hell, he knew a lot of things, the blackmail,
my dreams, and I knew about his commitment issues.

“This is all rather freaky,” I
said. Knowing that much about my boss was cause for an automatic mind scrub.
Well, perhaps not the part about seeing both my bosses naked.
Half naked.
Whatever.

Ellis set his elbows on his
desk and dropped his head in his hands. “This is a Human Resources nightmare.”

Really, I didn’t think it was
so bad. Ellis was really taking our sleeping together too hard. “I promise, I
won’t say anything.”

He jerked his head up and
looked at me dumbfounded. “
Fabiola
…”

My poor boss was speechless. He
looked so upset and I wasn’t sure how to console him. Finally, Ellis got
himself together and said, “Please, he’s my brother. I will find a way to fix
this.”

Confused I raised my eyebrows.
“Fix having sex?”

“You have every right to go to
the police, but I’ll reason with him.”

I held my hands up. “Okay,
whoa, that’s quite rash don’t you think?”

Ellis pounded on his desk.
“What’s rash is a CEO forcing his assistant to fulfill his own personal
fantasy.”

Oh. Right. The more I thought
about it, the more I realized I was kind of having fun with the blackmail
thing. The way Ellis was talking about it made it sound like I was in terror.
Call me a crazy
red-head
but I enjoyed the attention.
Warren didn’t need a porn video starring yours truly to have sex with me. I
wasn’t seeing anyone so all was good in my mind. But Ellis had a white knight
complex. What I had to say next might shatter his concept about me.

“Did you ever think that maybe
it wasn’t just
his
personal fantasy?”
I said.

Again I rendered Ellis
speechless.

The door opened and closed. I
turned around and saw the dark glare of Warren. The two brothers locked their
eyes in a heated staring contest.

“Ms.
Renzi
,”
Warren said. He wasn’t looking at me, but at the HR head. “Would you please
excuse us, I have to talk to Ellis.”

Ellis stood up. “No Ms.
Renzi
, stay. This matter concerns you.”

Oh crap. I was getting in
between two brothers. I might be a horrible person to say this, but normally
this situation might be a little hot if they were fighting over my love. But
this was about principles, which was way hotter. Still, the uncomfortable
feeling in the room made it enough for me to want to leave.

“Ms.
Renzi
,
please leave.” Warren said.

“No,
Fabiola
,
stay,” Ellis said.

Hey, this isn’t a
Fabiola
tug-o-war. Warren narrowed his eyes at his brother
and the mood turned more violent. If I did leave they might kill each other. I
thought of another reason why Ellis wanted me here. He needed a witness. Or
maybe he knew they wouldn’t go overboard if someone
was
with them. And by overboard, I mean fist to cuffs.

“If it’s about me, I’d like to
stay,” I said.

Warren directed those piercing
eyes at me. It took all my crazy irrationality to stand in place. I wanted to
run.
I didn’t not want to see a real fight between the two
but I had two things on my side. First, I was a woman and these guys were the
type to tone it down because I was in the room, or at least I hoped they were.
Second, men were both fascinated and terrified of natural red heads. I could
use this conception to my advantage.

“So what’ll it be?” I said with
an air of confidence I didn’t feel.

Ellis leaned on his knuckles
and said, “Ms.
Renzi
, I was thinking of giving you a
generous severance package after disposing of any incriminating evidence that
holds you here.”

What was he saying? Was I
fired? “Holds me here?”

“Yes,” Ellis said. “I assume
that after certain circumstances, you’d rather not see either one of us again.”

“Ah, I actually like my job.” The
words were out of my mouth before I could think. I’d only said it to try and
diffuse the situation.

Warren flashed a look of
confusion and covered it by facing back to his brother.

Ellis still addressed me
indirectly. “That might cause problems.”

“If she wants to stay, why
shouldn’t she?” Warren made a fist so tight it popped his knuckles.

“It would cause problems.”
Ellis gritted his teeth.

“I don’t see a problem.”
Warren’s neck muscles tensed. “She doesn’t see a problem. The only one that has
problems
is you.”

Were they talking about the
same thing? Maybe I wasn’t involved in this conversation after all.

“You plan to continue?” Ellis
raised his voice. “Are you insane?”

Warren smiled with an evil
grin. “She said herself, she likes her job.”

That made my cheeks warm.

“You always do this.” Ellis
leaned forward. “You always put the company in jeopardy.”

“You don’t get results from
being safe.” Warren said.

“Some risks aren’t worth it.”

Wait, what was Ellis saying? I
stepped forward and said, “Are you calling me worthless?”

Both men stepped back. Ellis’s
face turned a different shade of red. “After what you’ve been through why don’t
you want to run screaming from this place?”

“Why do you want me leave so
badly?” I said.

Ellis threw his hands in the
air. “You are being blackmailed, are you not?”

“Well, yeah,” I said.
Sort of.
When said like that, he really made it sound like
the worst thing in the world ever. He clearly never slept under my mother’s
roof. “But he’s not actually making me do anything I wouldn’t do.”

Ellis made a choking sound and
said, “And if he does? Wouldn’t you go to the police? It’s my duty to tell you
that blackmail is a federal offense. You could put Warren in jail for this.” He
turned to Warren and said, “What the hell were you thinking?”

Warren folded his arms. “I
believe you made the whole thing possible. What the hell were
you
thinking? Or are you jealous? Were
you going to make her your girlfriend?”

Wow. Warren went straight for
the gut.

“Maybe I crossed a line but
you…” Ellis pointed at his brother. “…
you
have
committed a crime.”

“Only if I get caught.” Warren
said.

The vibes in the room turned
ruthless. Before I knew it, both brothers launched into a screaming match.
Their words crashed against each other to the point that I couldn’t understand
anything either one of them said. Warren walked forward and Ellis came around
his desk until their faces were about an inch apart. I’d been forgotten.
Watching them closely, I considered their body language. At the moment they
held themselves back.
A whole bunch of bark and no bite.
Good. It didn’t look like they’d beat each other up. Men were big on posturing.
The screaming in each other’s faces wouldn’t escalate. I’d seen mom and dad do
this hundreds of times.
Nothing to see here.
Instead
of being witness to past family history, I decided to walk out.

I could still hear their
muffled argument as I shut the door and walked down the hall.