Corporate Passion Page 6

"I'm putting you on speaker, Tim. I hope you don't mind, but I've got a million things going on at once.” Damon didn't even wait for Tim's answer before he lifted Rachel on top of his desk. He bent his body over hers and took a dark nipple into his mouth.

  Arching her back, Rachel held Damon's head to her breast. He popped off her nipple only long enough to answer a question or two from Tim before going right back to suckling. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he humped her through their clothes, still carrying on the business call. He hastily pushed her skirt up around her waist and unzipped his fly.

  Reaching out, Rachel pushed his suit pants and boxer briefs down just enough for his huge cock to spring free. Swollen and dripping, Damon's cock was a sight to behold. He pulled her legs up higher to wrap around his shoulders and ploughed his thick cock deep inside her pussy in one thrust. When he started really pistoning in and out of her, Rachel looked over at the speaker phone and put her finger to her lips.

  Wondering how in the hell Tim couldn't hear Damon's balls slapping against her ass, she waited for him to say something. When Tim carried on as if nothing were happening, Rachel let herself just relax and enjoy it. She closed her eyes and bit her lip just as Damon inserted two fingers into her ass. Her climax hit her so fast she forgot to hold in her cry of release. “Damon!” She wailed at the top of her lungs.

  Damon recovered quickly. “Sorry, Tim. I'll have to call you back. Rachel's coming.” He smiled down at a still trembling Rachel and ended the call. “You are a naughty girl. Remind me to spank that pretty little ass of yours later.” Damon kept up his conversation, while maintaining a steady pounding rhythm into her dripping pussy.

  "I know. Let's call Shane's office and see how long it takes him to get his sexy ass in here to join us.” Damon once again put his finger to his lips and pushed Shane's extension.

  "Hey. What can I do for you?” Shane's voice was deep and smooth as glass compared to Damon's deep gravely timbre.

  Damon said nothing just continued to pound into Rachel, the sound of his balls smacking her ass even louder than before. Rachel waited for Shane to say something else when the office door opened, and he was striding towards the desk. Unzipping his pants, Shane licked his lips and watched closely.

  "Oh fuck. I need some of that.” Shane started pumping his cock. He looked down at Rachel. “Ready to try it, Red?"

  Rachel felt so high and loose she would have tried anything at that point. “Yes. Fuck me."

  Damon pulled out of her and led her over to the wide open, dark grey carpet. “Lay on your side, sweetheart."

  Rachel dropped to the floor and quickly rolled to her side. Looking up at Damon for her next instructions, Rachel felt suddenly overwhelmed. “What have I gotten myself in to?"

  Grunting, Damon positioned himself behind her. He lifted her leg and put his arm under her knee, bringing it up as far as it would go. “We're just damn lucky you're so limber. It'll make our job much easier."

  Nodding for Shane to get in front of Rachel, Damon entered her pussy in one deep thrust. “Better hurry and get that cock of yours in here. I've a feeling I'm not gonna last long."

  Shane scooted his body as close to Rachel's as he could. Gripping his arousal in his hand, he positioned his cock at the opening of her pussy. “How am I supposed to fit with that big tree limb already inside her?"

  Grunting again, Damon took Shane's cock in his hand and slid it alongside his. On his next inward thrust Shane's cock head slipped inside Rachel's pussy.

  "Oh fuck.” Looking into Rachel's face, Shane smoothed her hair behind her ears. “You okay?"

  Rachel closed her eyes and sighed. “I never thought I'd be able to take you both. My pussy must be made out of elastic or something.” Rachel moaned as the men picked up speed. Even though it might be thought of as perverse, Rachel had never felt as loved as she did at that moment. It wasn't just the double penetration that made her feel that way, but the way her two men looked at her and each other.

  Damon bit Rachel's neck. “Gonna come.” Holding her leg even higher, Damon and Shane drove into her two more times. As soon as Damon started coming so did Shane. “Oh. Oh, sweet mother Mary."

  Shane attacked Rachel's lips as his seed combined with Damon's to fill her pussy to overflowing. Rachel squealed her release as Damon stuck three fingers into her ass. Chuckling, Damon looked at Shane. “The ass thing gets her every time."

  * * * *

  Damon and Shane were in a meeting when Rachel's workday ended. Deciding to go up to the penthouse and figure out what to fix for dinner, Rachel shut down her computer and turned off the lights above her desk.

  When the elevator doors opened to the penthouse, Rachel slipped her heels off and carried them to the bedroom. She took a quick shower then slipped into a long white silk robe.

  Rachel was making a salad to go with the spaghetti she'd made, when the elevator door opened and two loud deep voices began shouting her name. She walked over to the sink to wash the tomato juice off her hands and yelled to the men. “I'm in the kitchen.” She was drying her hands when both men stormed through to the kitchen. The look on their faces told her they weren't happy. “What?"

  Damon was the first to reach her. Wrapping his hands around her waist he lifted Rachel onto centre island. “Mind telling us why you left by yourself? We went back to the office after our meeting and almost had a heart attack when you weren't there."

  Pushing against Damon's chest, Rachel narrowed her eyes at him. “You cease being my boss at five o'clock. I love my job, but at five o'clock, my life begins. If you two want to work overtime, that's fine, but I had dinner to make.” She tried to push Damon out of the way. “Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to finish my spaghetti."

  Not budging an inch, Damon leaned in until his face was an inch from hers. “No one said anything about you having to make us dinner. And if you ever scare us like that again I'll redden that pretty ass of yours.” He finished off the statement by closing the distance and putting his lips over hers.

  Showing her stubborn side, Rachel kept her arms crossed as Damon licked the seam of her lips. “Come on, sweetheart, open for me.” He covered her lips again as Shane's hands came between them to uncross her arms.

  Damn. How can I stay mad when they're both touching me? Rachel let Shane uncross her arms. When she felt Shane untying the front sash of her robe she moaned and parted her lips. Damon's tongue entered her mouth to stroke against hers, as Shane separated the lapels on her white robe.

  "We only worry because we love you.” Shane brushed his lips over one nipple and latched on.

  Evidently his head was in Damon's way, because Damon broke the kiss and looked down at the suckling Shane. “Do you mind? I'm trying to have a tender moment with our woman here. Can't we just have some tenderness without it always turning into sex?"

  Shane stopped and pulled off Rachel's nipple. He stood and appeared to be a little red faced. “Sorry. I didn't mean to ruin your moment."

  Damon flashed his white toothy smile. “You didn't. You were just in my way.” Damon grinned and bent over to take the same nipple into his mouth. He started laughing when both Shane and Rachel swatted him.

  Just as Damon ran his hands up Rachel's thigh towards her wet pussy, the phone rang. “Lift me down, and I'll finish dinner while one of you gets the phone."

  Easily lifting her off the island, Damon nodded at Shane. “You get it while I help Rachel."

  Walking across the kitchen, Shane picked up the phone while Rachel added spaghetti to the pot of boiling water. “You can slice the bread.” She handed Damon the bread and a serrated knife. “I decided against garlic bread. Even if we all eat it, it still leaves nasty breath.” She grinned and bumped him with her hip.

  Cutting the bread into slices, Damon looked over at Rachel. “You know, we're not trying to rule you, don't you? We just worry. We're men. It's our nature to feel protective of the people we love."

  Rachel stood on tip toes and kissed him. “I love you, too
."

  Finished with the bread, Damon put the knife down and pulled Rachel into his arms. “Do you really?” he asked.

  "Yes. I'm not sure when it happened, but it did. I can't imagine my life without either one of you."

  He put his hands on her butt and lifted her for a kiss. Shane's throat clearing broke them apart. Although Damon didn't put Rachel down, he looked over at Shane. “Who was it?"

  Wrapping his arms around Damon and Rachel, Shane sighed. “The detective. There's been another rape. This time in Rachel's building. It seems the guy was pounding on Rachel's door, and one of her neighbours went to investigate. The fucker pushed the woman into her own apartment and raped and beat her pretty badly. She's in the hospital."

  Rachel felt her stomach drop to the floor. Oh, God, she could only think of one person who would've investigated a noise at her door. With bile rising in her throat, she asked Shane, “Was it Mrs. Levins?"

  "Yes. Do you know her?” Shane ran his hand down Rachel's back.

  Rachel nodded. “We've been neighbours for quite awhile. She's a sixty-eight-year old widow with no family.” Rachel's eyes began to burn as tears escaped and trickled down her cheeks. “I need to go to the hospital and see her. She doesn't have anyone else."

  Damon and Shane looked at each other. Finally, Damon nodded. “Right after dinner. We'll take you."

  * * * *

  Rachel walked into the pale green hospital room. “Mrs. Levins?” She slowly approached the bed, with Damon and Shane right behind her.

  "Who's there?” Mrs. Levins asked.

  Rachel looked at the poor battered face of the older woman. “It's Rachel, Mrs. Levins. I came by to see how you're doing.” Rachel stood to the side of the hospital bed. Damon and Shane stayed back, just inside the door.

  "Rachel, honey, come sit down."

  Sitting in the sky blue-vinyl chair beside her neighbour, Rachel reached out and laid her hand over Mrs. Levins. “Can I get you anything?"

  "A drink of water would be nice."

  Finding the plastic pitcher of water, Rachel poured some into the provided glass. She bent the accompanying straw and held it to Mrs. Levins’ lips. After taking a few sips, the older woman nodded her head, and Rachel set the glass on the tray table.

  Mrs. Levins patted Rachel's hand. “You shouldn't have come. You should go away for awhile. I don't know what you did to that man who attacked me, but he screamed obscenities mixed with your name the entire time. He seemed very angry that you weren't at home. I think he was taking it out on me."

  Putting her head down on Mrs. Levin's hand Rachel began to cry. “I'm so sorry he did this to you. He attacked me a week-and-a-half ago in the park. I was lucky, and he was scared off before he could rape me, but he took my purse."

  Shane put a hand on her shoulder. “It's not your fault, Rachel. You have to remember that."

  "Your young man is right. He was a crazy man. Obsessed with you is what he is.” Mrs. Levins put her hand on top of Rachel's head and stroked her hair just like her mother used to.

  Mrs. Levins looked at Shane. “Can you keep her safe, young man?"

  "Yes, ma'am.” Shane held out his hand, and Damon came forward. “We both love Rachel very much, and we'll both die before we let anything else happen to her."

  Mrs. Levins looked at Damon. “My, you're a big one.” She blushed and patted Rachel's head. “You stick with your two young men. Don't take any chances."

  A nurse came into the room and cleared her throat. “I'm sorry, but visiting hours are over now. You'll have to come back tomorrow."

  Raising her head, Rachel stood and wiped her tears. “We'll be back tomorrow, Mrs. Levins. You get some rest now.” She bent and gave the older woman a kiss on the forehead.

  "Thank you. It's nice to have a visitor, even if it's after something like this.” She smiled at Rachel then Shane and Damon. “Take care of her. She's a very special, young lady."

  Shane wrapped his arm around Rachel. “We know."

  * * * *

  By the time the threesome arrived back at the building, Rachel was sound asleep in Damon's arms. The driver opened the door, and Shane got out. Damon lifted Rachel into Shane's arms before getting out of the limo. Using his key, he opened the door and held it while Shane carried Rachel inside.

  Waving to the night guard, Damon punched in the security code for the penthouse just as the guard signalled to him. The troublesome look on the guy's face told Damon it was important. “You take Rachel on up, and I'll be there in a minute."

  By the time Damon stepped into the elevator, he was pissed. When the doors opened to the penthouse, he headed straight for the drink cart. “Is Rachel in bed?” he asked, filling a tumbler with Scotch.

  "Yeah,” Shane answered, wrapping his arms around Damon.

  "What happened?” Shane asked

  Damon took a swallow of his drink, still feeling unsettled. “Charlie said a man was outside pounding on the door earlier, demanding to see Rachel. Charlie called the police, but the guy was gone by the time they got here. Charlie looked, and we were lucky enough that the surveillance cameras picked up the guy's face. He gave a copy of the tape to the police. So basically, the good news is the police now have a picture of our guy. The bad news is he's even crazier and bolder than we thought.” Damon drank the remainder of whisky in one swallow and poured another generous glass.

  "What are we going to do? We can't keep her here. This guy's just as likely to slip into the building with a gun. We need to take her away until the police catch this asshole,” Shane said, releasing Damon to run his hands through his thick black hair.

  Sitting on the sofa, Damon set his glass down on the coffee table. He held out his arms to Shane. “Come here, baby."

  Shane sat down on the sofa and snuggled into Damon's arms. Damon kissed the top of his head. “So tell me where you want to take her."

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  Chapter Six

  "Oh, Shane! Oh, Shane, this is too much.” Rachel looked at the sprawling, ocean-side hacienda as they parked their rental car. The house was magnificent, painted in a light salmon colour. “I would've been happy with a hotel room. You didn't need to spend so much money."

  Smiling, Shane opened his door and took Rachel's hand, as he helped her from the car. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her, slow and deep. “I thought we'd have more privacy this way. Besides, I'm a very rich man, and I wanted to spoil my girl."

  Rachel bit her lip as she looked around the Mexican estate. “Well, we'll definitely have privacy. I don't even see another house from here.” She threaded her fingers through Shane's hair. “I can't wait for Damon to join us. He's going to flip over this place.” She kissed him again, feeling like a kid with a new toy. “Let's go see the inside."

  They unloaded the luggage and walked into the spacious hacienda. The main room was open with a wall of sliding glass doors overlooking the ocean. Rachel dropped the suitcase and walked towards the view. “Oh my God. Shane come over here and look at this."

  Putting the suitcases down, Shane walked over and wrapped his arms around Rachel from behind. “Peaceful isn't it? I've always loved this view.” He rested his chin next to Rachel's temple and looked out over the ocean.

  Turning around in his arms, Rachel looked at Shane. “You've been here before?"

  "Of course. I've owned this house for the past eight years. My grandfather owned it before that. When he passed away it became mine along with the company."

  Running her hand down the side of Shane's cheek, Rachel looked at him. “You miss him a lot, don't you?"

  Turning away from the view, Shane led Rachel to a rattan sofa. Pulling her onto his lap, he started unbuttoning her blouse as he spoke. “Grandfather was my world until I went away to college. My parents died in a private plane crash when I was only a year old, so I don't even remember them. It was my grandfather who raised me. He was a tough sonofabitch in the corporate world, but you've never met a more loving and gentle man."


  Rachel sat still as Shane removed her blouse and ran his hands over her lace-encased breasts. He really seemed to be a breast-man, and she didn't mind a bit. Her nipples had always been very sensitive and playing and suckling them seemed to ease Shane's tension. Rachel knew the constant sex wouldn't last, but they were basically still in the honeymoon stage of their bizarre relationship. She realised it was easier for Shane and Damon to show their feeling instead of talking about them. Rachel had quickly decided it was enough. She knew they loved her, it was evident in the way they touched her.

  "I wish he could have met you,” Shane said, bringing her out of her thoughts.

  "He liked Damon a lot, but he would have loved you.” Unfastening the clasp to Rachel's bra, Shane bent his head and licked his way from her neck to her hardened nipples.

  Leaning back further into Shane's arms, Rachel arched her back as he sucked one of her nipples deep into his mouth. The rasp of his teeth against her sensitive flesh had her pussy clenching, needing to be filled, but she liked the slow pace of Shane's loving, too.

  "You're so incredibly beautiful,” Shane whispered, his lips teasing her nipple as he spoke.

  "You make me feel beautiful,” she said and meant it.

  Rachel groaned as Shane's hand found its way under her skirt to rub her clit through her silk panties. She spread her legs wider, draping one knee over the back of the sofa. “Is this the way it'll always be between us?” she asked.

  Shane moved aside the silk material to delve two fingers into her pussy. “What do you mean? Will I always want you?” Shane added another finger. “Yes."

  "What happens if we fight? I mean, is one of us left—the odd man out—or do we settle our differences together?” she asked, barely able to concentrate as Shane moved his fingers to press against her asshole.

  Breaching her opening, Shane leaned his head down and kissed her. “Oh we'll argue, you can be sure of that. When you have two alphas in a relationship there are always arguments, but they don't last long. Damon and I love each other too much."

  "What about me? What if you and I get into a fight, or me and Damon?” With three fingers in her ass, Rachel could barely maintain a coherent thought, but it was so seldom she got Shane all to herself, and these were questions she needed answered.