I step out of the elevator and make my way through the basement to the club. It’s not open yet, but Conor is down here working, and Mikey asked me to bring him something to eat. He’s made Conor’s favorite soup and I have a thermos full of it under my arm.
The club is empty as I walk to Conor’s office. The door is closed and I knock softly and wait to be invited in. A few seconds later, the door opens and I see the room is full of people. There are around twelve men in suits standing and sitting in the room, while Conor sits at his desk. All of them have serious looks on their faces and I realize I’ve just interrupted an important meeting for clam chowder.
My cheeks flush pink, and I hold up the thermos. “Sorry,” I mouth to Conor, who has a fire in his eyes as he glares at me.
“Out! Now!” he barks and I open my mouth in surprise, considering whether to throw this thermos at his head, but then all of the men stand up and start to walk toward the door and I realize he was talking to them and not me. They all nod politely to me as they pass and I watch them with a sudden nervous sensation in the pit of my stomach. The last one to leave closes the door behind himself and I stand there chewing on my lip.
“Come here,” Conor orders, but my legs are like jelly and I stand on the spot staring at him instead.
“I’m sorry I interrupted your important meeting,” I whisper.
“I said come here!” he barks and I comply like an obedient puppy because bossy Conor makes my insides melt like liquid chocolate.
I walk toward him and place the thermos on his desk, and as soon as I’m within touching distance, he reaches for me and pulls me onto his lap, so I’m straddling him on his office chair.
“Don’t ever apologize for coming down here,” he growls as he brushes the hair back from my face. “And don’t ever knock on my office door again and stand in the doorway like you don’t belong here.”
My whole body is trembling now, and the heat starts to build in my core. It seems like he’s really pissed about something, or is he just really horny? Or both?
“I don’t understand. Why can’t I knock?” I ask as I stare into his dark eyes.
“Do my brothers knock?” he scowls at me.
“No,” I breathe.
“So, why would you have to?” He wraps my hair around his fist and tilts my head back, rubbing his nose up from the base of my throat and along my jawline. He inhales deeply and I moan softly as I experience a rush of slick heat. “You can walk into this office any time you want to, Angel. You never apologize for being anywhere that I am. You got that?” he says as his free hand drops to my hip and he pulls me down further onto him so that his semi hard cock is pressing against my pussy.
“Yes. Conor!” I pant as the heat starts to spread to my thighs and I rock my hips against him.
“Now that you are here, did you just come to bring me a thermos?” he growls before he dips his head again, and this time he runs his tongue from my collarbone, all the way up my throat and onto my face until he reaches my lips, making my entire body shudders with anticipation.
“It’s clam chowder,” I whisper as his lips hover over mine, taunting me with the promise of a kiss.
“Clam chowder?” He edges his lips closer and the hand on my hip slides between my thighs as he rubs against my clit through my jeans, using the seam of the denim for friction.
“Yes. I brought you dinner. I don’t have time for anything else, I’m afraid,” I purr, teasing him right back.
He narrows his eyes at me, but there is a wicked glint in them. “You don’t have time for me to fuck you, Angel?” he growls as he presses more firmly against my clit and I grind my hips against his hand.
“No. I’m super busy,” I groan, brushing my lips over his jaw.
“You’re such a bad liar, Jessie.” He keeps rubbing. “You interrupted my important meeting so I could make you come, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” I groan, unable to take his maddening teasing any longer.
He chuckles softly before he peels my tank top off over my head and tosses it over his shoulder. His warm hands snake around to my back and I shiver as he unhooks my bra easily with one hand, and it slides down my arms, allowing my breasts to fall free. He tugs it off impatiently before he bends his head and sucks one of my nipples into his hot mouth and I moan as the rush of wet heat floods my core. He sucks and nibbles on my hard nipples as he reaches down and unzips my jeans. I run my fingers through his hair and moan softly, making him smile against my skin.
Suddenly, he spins his chair around so we are facing his desk and lifts me from his lap, positioning me on his desk directly in front of him. I swallow hard as I stare at him and he has such a wicked look in his eyes that a shiver of nervous excitement skitters up my spine.
“I want you naked. Right now,” he growls as he starts to pull off my jeans and I lift my ass so he can wriggle them over my hips. He grabs hold of my panties too and quickly works them down my legs, before removing them with my socks and sneakers.
A few seconds later, I am completely devoid of clothes on his desk and he pushes his chair back slightly and stares at me, making the flush creep over my chest and neck.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he says, rubbing a hand over his jaw. “I should keep you down here with me all night like this. Dripping your cream onto my desk while you wait for me to fuck you.”
I chew on my lip as every nerve ending in my body responds to his words and my pussy walls throb in anticipation. “Conor, please?” I pant as I will him to touch me.
“Fuck! I got so much work to do tonight though, Angel,” he says with a sigh. The disappointment must show on my face because he winks at me. “I’m going to fuck you real hard first, though.”
“Good,” I breathe.
“After I eat your delicious pussy,” he grins as he pulls my hips toward him and places one hand on my stomach. “Lie back, Angel.”
I do as he tells me as he slides his hands down the inside of my thighs until he reaches my ankles and lifts them, planting a foot on each shoulder.
“Conor,” I gasp.
His breath dances across on my skin as his face dips between my thighs. “What, Jessie?” he growls.
“What if someone comes in?”
“Nobody except my brothers would dare walk in here without knocking. And if one of them walks in, well they can join me if they like,” he chuckles before he peppers soft kisses along the inside of my thighs and I writhe on the desk as I run my fingers through his hair.
“I can smell how wet you are for me,” he growls before he buries his face against my pussy, his tongue pressing into my opening as he rubs his nose over my clit.
“Oh, God,” I pant as the surge of wet heat rushes between my thighs, making him groan against me.
“You taste so fucking good,” he hisses before he licks my pussy from my entrance to my clit before sucking the bud of flesh into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue.
“Conor,” I shout as he makes me come quickly, but he doesn’t stop even when I pull at his hair. Instead, he adds two fingers and I lift my hips to meet them and his tongue as he works me expertly, and I am completely lost to him.
“For fuck’s sake,” he snarls, and I look up, wondering what has caused the sudden change in him.
“I’m fucking busy,” he shouts toward the door and I realize someone must have knocked, but I was too busy being on the verge of an orgasm to hear.
“The new contractor is here, Boss.”
“Tell him to wait, Chester. And if you disturb me again, I’ll fire your ass.”
“Okay, Boss,” Chester replies and Conor looks down at me again as I blush to the roots of my hair.
“Why are you blushing, Angel?” he grins at me. “You think they didn’t already know what we’d be doing in here? I couldn’t have sent them out of here any quicker if someone set the club on fire.”
“I thought you were just pissed at them, or me.”
He frowns at me before, wiping his mouth before pulling me from the desk and back onto his lap.
“Your suit will get dirty.” I whisper.
“I’ll wipe it. Or I’ll go change,” he says as he brushes my hair with his damp fingers. “Now, why the hell would I be pissed at you, Angel?”
“I don’t know,” I shrug. “For a second, I thought it was me you were telling to get out.”
“Jessie,” he says with a soft sigh. “You know I would never…”
“Yes, I do. You just looked so mad when I opened the door.”
“Yeah, well. That was business, Angel. Nothing to do with you.”
“Is there anything I can help you with?” I run my hands down the lapels of his jacket.
“You already help me more than you realize.”
“You’re working too hard.”
“I’m fine.” He shakes his head, his brow furrowed.
“Is there something on your mind?”
He dusts the back of his knuckles across my cheek as he looks into my eyes. “Do you ever wish there was only one of us to have to deal with?”
“One of you?” It’s my turn to frown now. “I don’t understand what you mean,” I stammer.
“Yes, you do. There are four of us. Do you ever wonder what it would be like to just be with one brother?”
I swallow hard. Where the hell is this coming from? “Is this about Shane?”
“It has nothing to do with Shane. It’s a simple question, Jessie.”
And there it is again, that anger I saw in him earlier. “Of course I don’t,” I tell him honestly. “Do you wonder about it?”
“About what it would be like to have you to myself? Yes,” he admits.
“Oh? Does that mean you’re not happy with this arrangement then?” I shift on his lap and he wraps his arms around my waist, holding me tighter to him.
“No!” he says as he stands again and plants me back on the desk. “I love sharing you with my brothers, and I never want that to stop. But of course I think about what it would be like to have you in my bed every single night, Angel, and I’m sure my brothers do too,’ he growls as he unbuckles his belt before unzipping his suit pants and taking out his cock. It glistens with precum and I lick my lips at the memory of the taste of him. Grabbing onto my hips, he prepares to rail into me, but there is a something I want to ask him first.
“How many women have you fucked in this office?”
He tilts his head and frowns at me. “Too many, Angel,” he hisses before he drives his cock into me and I moan so loudly, I am sure that all of his employees outside heard me. He leans over me, his face so close to mine that I smell my arousal on him. “But I promise you are going to be the only woman I ever fuck in here ever again. Okay?”
“Okay,” I breathe as he drives into me again and nails me to his desk, fucking us both to the release that we so desperately need.
