Blackmailed by the Billionaire Brothers: The Complete Series (8 page)

After sitting at my desk for an
hour, I thought of all the things I should have said. Ellis said something
about a severance package. I was too swept away in trying to calm things
between the two that I didn’t even think about what that would mean.

I hadn’t called my cousin Phil
yet, but my chance as a baker was here. A severance package would’ve
help
me get moved back home and started on my chosen
journey. I’m such an idiot. But, I hadn’t thought about it since…last night.

Why?

Because
Warren screwed me mindless.
Ellis hadn’t been
bad, in fact he’d probably be the better boyfriend in the long run, but
Warren’s passion would overcome any obstacle. Well, almost any obstacle. He did
have an ex-wife. It made me curious about Warren in a way. The dark brooding
types hit my soft spot. It was the mysterious factor.

Unwilling to look closer into
my forgetfulness about calling Phil I picked up my cell phone and flipped
through my contacts. I found my cousin’s phone number and sighed. This sudden
hesitation was irritating. That my annoyance didn’t stem from mother was a
surprise. Sure moving back home would have my mom ungraciously happy but I’d be
leaving Warren. Damn him. I pressed send on my phone. It rang twice before Phil
picked up.

“Hello?” My cousin’s thick
accent came over the line.

“Hi, Phil! It’s
Fabiola
Renzi
,” I said.
Impossible to believe, but there was more than one
Fabiola
in the family so I always made sure distant relatives knew which Fabulous they
were speaking to.

“Fab! So good to hear from
ya
!” Phil said. “
Ya
sista
told
ya
?”

“Yep,” I said. Then I let Phil
take another fifteen minutes to explain what I already knew. From his
explanation, he wanted someone to take over the rent payments and the equipment
so he didn’t have to worry about the headaches that came with closing a store. He
was willing to help me for three months until the lease for the place was up.

“Phil, your offer is very
tempting, can I think about it for a few days? I promise, I’ll give you an
answer by the end of the week.”

“Take
ya
time, sweetheart,
you’s
got a few months ta decide.”
Phil said. “But don’t take too long.”

I said my goodbyes and hung up
the phone. This really was an opportunity and before I would’ve taken it
whole-heartedly. But before I left, this mess with Warren and Ellis needed to
be cleared up.

“
Fabiola
.”

I squeaked and turned in my
chair. Warren stood in my cubicle.

“My office,” he said. Warren
then turned around and walked away.

Should I bring a pad and pen,
or cuffs and restraints? Ah well, it didn’t matter. This was a perfect
opportunity to explain to him about the bakery. I checked to see if anyone
noticed me going into his office and slipped inside.

“Lock the door,” Warren said.

As I thought, Warren needed a
little relief from his frustrations. I turned the bolt and strut to the chair
opposite of the CEO. Walking as tantalizing as possible with three inch heels
on I took my time sitting, using every curve of my body to provoke a response.

Warren scrutinized my every
move. “From everything you’ve said, it seems you want to stay.”

Green eyes, half beseeching,
half demand burned up my panties. “Not if it’s in accounting,” I teased. Phil
said I had a few weeks to make my decision so why not have a little fun before
I left?

Warren rolled his chair away
from his desk and pointed in front of him. “Stand here.”

I smirked, rose to my feet,
smoothed my skirt and prowled around the desk. Confident about the situation, I
moved his laptop aside and sat on his desk with my legs crossed like a pin-up
girl. I rested one shoe on his chair.

“Do you have anyone you need to
call?” I said, my red hair falling in front of my left side. I tilted my face
so I could see his lusciousness with both eyes.

An evil glint sparkled in his
expression.
A delicious hint of things to come.
His
hand skimmed over my calf, tickling and seductive. That feather-light touch
burned stripes on my skin and sent a ripple up my body. “Did you mean what you
said, about liking your job?” He said.

I couldn’t help but smile back.
“Yeah.”

Inside I knew I’d have to tell
him that I’d be leaving but I couldn’t bring myself to ruining the mood. Warren
was looking up into my eyes with an unguarded expression. I’d never seen this
look before. It was almost as good as watching him cum.

“Again, Ms.
Renzi
,
you need some discipline. I believe I told you to stand not sit.” His thumb
stroked over my thigh.

“So demanding,” I said.

His fingers glided up and down
my leg provocatively
laid
in front of him. Our eyes
connected at a soul level. I started to understand his brisk, abrupt front. Underneath
the pretense of being honest yet aloof, Warren was a sensitive man. He could be
easily hurt. He’d proved it last night from my meaningless words. Now all I had
to do was convince him my words were as honest as he pretended to be. But men
communicated differently from women—which was why I was going to tell him
with my body.

I reached a hand out to his
face and cupped his cheek. He’d have none of it. Warren turned and kissed my
wrist, circling his hand around my arm and pulling it down. All the while
stroking under my calf with those feather light touches.

Chills ran all the way up my
spine as though his fingers continued through like an electric current. I
wasn’t wearing nylons and my freshly shaved legs made each playful stroke that
much more sensitive. But if he
wasn’t
going to let me
touch him, then I’d have to play by other means.

“So, if I have to do what you
say, then tell me what to do.” I wrapped my legs around the back of his chair
and pulled him in, just enough so I could scoot off the desk and onto his lap.
The position wasn’t comfortable. My legs were up in the air with me trying to
do the splits. My hips jutted forward so I could straddle Warren in his
executive chair but the self-satisfied expression on his face was worth the
strain.

“Why should I bother, when you
don’t listen to my commands?” His hands washed over my body and pulled my
pencil skirt up. Fingers probed my underwear.

“Do you like those?”
Anticipating this very situation while dressing this morning I’d worn my best
red lace panties. Though he wasn’t looking where he was touching his caress
captured my senses as much as those beautiful green eyes searching my face.

“I like red.” His severe
expression turned into acute hunger. How could I have missed the frenzy behind
the intensity in his eyes? If I were a betting woman, I’d put all my money on
this being the first time Warren had sex since his ex-wife. And who knows how
long it’d really been since then.

But his fingers were gentle.
The demanding beast within wasn’t one of uncontrollable hunger, more like a
Cheshire cat playing with his food, trying to find the sweet spots. Warren
swiped a knuckle over my
lace covered
labia. The rough
material grated on my skin but the pressure of his touch sent my arousal to
overdrive.

“I think I like these,” Warren
said as he grazed my panties again. His fingers wrapped me in need and shrouded
my whole body just from touching this small part of me. My arms wrapped around
his neck and I let my head fall back, offering him my whole body.

“You’re not the most obedient,
but you do let me have my way,” he said. His words were a stroking caress as
his breath tickled my neck.

What could I say? My will was
weak when it came to pleasure.

Warren shifted, lifting my hips
up and zipped his pants down. I grabbed the back of the chair as he shifted me
up and pulled out his cock. He was more impatient than I thought. He didn’t
even try taking off my panties and just pulled them aside. I didn’t mind. He’d
been waiting. So had I. He guided the tip of his cock against the length of my
lower lips, waiting for his entry. But he didn’t push into my opening. Warren
teased my soaking wet passage awaiting him.

It felt good at first. Then I
caught on to his unbearable teasing. That self-satisfied smirk gave him away.
He wiggled his cock back and forth, dipping in—but not enough, tempting
me, building the anticipation. It was a guessing game of when he’d push in,
mocking me with his hips.

“Tease.” I rolled my hips
around trying to entice him to let me go.

His smile reached to his
suggestive eyes. He shallow pumped so only the tip of his cock entered inside
me. A bead of sweat trickled down his temple. Even if he didn’t show it in his
expression the physical exertion and sexual control took a toll on him.

“You’re not going to last,” I
said. I relaxed and let him have all my weight. My legs, already doing the
splits started cramping up, but all of that didn’t matter.

“Such a talented assistant,”
Warren said. “Always prepared and flexible.” He thrust inside me before I could
say anything. My retort turned into a gasp. He wrapped me in his arms and
helped lift me up with those steel bands for limbs around my middle. His hips
rose up causing me to be lifted up over the chair arms. While Warren tried to
make me ceiling bound, he squeezed the air out of my lungs. But when I slammed
down I groaned with my remaining breath. Between being squeezed to death and
falling into ecstasy I could scarcely get any air.

His lips touched my
collar bone
set my skin on fire. Rocking his hips Warren filled
me till his length hit bottom. My liquid lust oozed down his shaft and spurred
my hunger for his cock. I loved taking in his body. His strong, desperate
pounding conveyed
a loneliness
only I could chase
away. Warren laid his head back and closed his eyes.

Never reducing the pace he
exposed his neck and more importantly, his face. Expressions of ecstasy crossed
his majestic features. His look of satisfaction gave me a power I’d never
known. My insides roared in triumph. He was letting his guard down and showing
me another side to him that was all mine. It made me drunk watching his lips
part, his hardened face fall away and become captivated while I danced on top
of him.

While he drove into me from the
bottom, I rocked my hips controlling our collision. I wanted him to have
bruises after this and never forget this time we had. Acknowledging my selfish
desire to leave a physical mark on him I dropped towards him harder.

I clenched my inner walls at
his cry of elation. He panted under me and his eyes slit open enough for me to
see his lost-in-desire gaze. Each of Warren’s moans begged me for more. It made
me feel like a sexual goddess. When his eyes became unfocused I knew he’d be at
his limit soon. But I wasn’t ready to let him finish. Not yet.

I grabbed his shirt and
growled, “You think you’re done, pussycat?”

He snapped to focus and grit
his teeth. He leaped out of his chair, putting my back on his desk and started
slamming into me.

“Is this better?” He growled.

His response was the best I
could ever want.
Full of passion.
Proving he wouldn’t
let me down. Embarrassing sounds of wetness filled the room. The scent of sex
filled the air. It was my turn to scream in ecstasy. Pinning me to the desk,
having a hard surface to grind against Warren didn’t let up. He seemed
determined to create a groove on his desk from our session.

Our hips crashed into each
other again and again each time sending my thoughts into an abyss of sensation.

“Harder!” I screamed. Even as
he was going at a furious pace and slamming me so hard it hurt I wanted more. I
was being pushed higher and higher on the desk. Soon I’d fall off the other
side if he kept this up. I looked into his savage gaze. He was no longer the
tame receiver like he was when we were on the chair. At my spurring he transformed
into a tiger. But the nothingness, not having a single thought, surrendering to
something that couldn’t be
just
pleasure or
just
pain, created a
sensation that made my body numb and my mind travel back to a place before
rationality. It was raw instinct.

The
connection of our bodies, the intensity with which he drove into me all became
a jumble of mindlessness.
As he drove, he placed
his hands against the outside of my hips so I wouldn’t slide off the desk. His
arms encased me and each time he drove me into his strong forearms holding me
in place. Each stroke delivered euphoria. I thought he was filling me with
pleasure to the point I would go insane. My body broke into pieces every time
he drove in. He buried himself to the hilt. There was no more ecstasy I could
hold—so I thought. But each delivery of his cock, each time he filled me
to capacity, the more I held the pleasure beyond what my mind could hold.

I feared I would never return to
the real world. That I’d be in this place of desires and never be able to come
back. Or perhaps I hoped I’d never come back. I floated higher with no ceiling.
Trapped in the clutches of euphoria I didn’t care. I wanted to be here forever.