“Ready?” he grunts, and I nod.
We both explode, nearly at the same time—James in her mouth, me deep in her ass.
“Mmmph!” Marnie screams through the ecstasy, her eyes rolling up in her head, showing the whites, as two loads jet into her curvy body. “Ummph!”
I shudder hard, my balls emptying as her ass squeezes me like a vise.
“Fuck baby, you’re jerking me off with your anus. Yeah, just like that fuck fuck fuck.”
James, meanwhile, is roaring his release as he pulses down our sweet girl’s throat, abs straining as his balls churn.
“Goddamn!” he shouts, uncaring of who hears us. “Oh shit baby, you eat cum so well!”
Marnie swallows desperately, then collapses forward with her forehead against James’s abs, breathing hard through her nose. There’s so much semen that it leaks out from her mouth, streaming down her chin to splatter on the floor.
“Mmmm!” she moans. “Mmmph.”
I pull myself out of her ass, watching as my huge member emerges, slick and shiny from that tight hole. She’s got gape and I finger it for a moment, enjoying the sheer filth of the action. Then, I tuck myself away as James pulls out of her mouth, his cock slick and shiny with a mix of saliva and sperm.
“You were incredible,” he rasps before bending to kiss the insensate young woman, brushing hair out of her face.
She looks at us, eyes glassy, lips swollen, but there’s a smile on her face that wasn’t there before.
“Back to work?” she asks weakly, in a voice that’s hoarse but triumphant.
James grins. “Yes. But don’t forget that you’re a fucking goddess, Marnie.”
I lean in, kiss her cheek, and say, “See you at the next meeting.”
Our girl is still on her knees between two fully dressed alpha males, her eyes glassy and dazed. But then she gets to her feet, buttons her blouse, smooths her skirt, and stumbles out, obviously still reeling from the intense sex. We should be worried, but we’re not at all because what is the firm going to do? Fire her? Not while we’re in charge.
James pours another bourbon, downs it, and looks at me.
“Again tomorrow?”
I grin, feeling alive for the first time in ages. “Fuck yeah.”
After all, we love drilling Marnie, and the more we release into her curvy body, the more productive we’ll be at work. But for now, it’s about enjoying the here and now … and that means more of the sweet paralegal, on her knees with all of her holes pulsing and creamy.
13
CHAPTER THIRTEEN — RUMORS
MARNIE
What the hell is happening to my life? I’m usually prim and buttoned down, the kind of girl who’s goal-oriented and who has complete control of the details. But for the last few days, I’ve been called into James’s office in the afternoons for a wild threeway suck and fuck with my two men. We’re like animals, and they fill my holes with jizz by the gallon. But I love it, and in fact, look forward to the naughty trysts.
But rumors move fast at Gibson Grant, a plague vector tracing every interaction, every out-of-the-ordinary meeting, every extra minute behind closed doors. I’m not dumb enough to think I’m invisible, but I’m still caught off guard by the sheer intensity of the stares, the sudden hush when I enter the break room, the way even the interns start using “Miss Williams” with razorblade politeness.
I keep my head down, fingers glued to my laptop, moving from task to task with mechanical efficiency. If I’m not at my desk, I’m running evidence to records, or hovering in the mailroom, or (increasingly) sequestered in the third-floor law library,where I can sweat out my panic in peace. Still, the feeling of being watched is suffocating. Every reflection in the glass, every offhand joke, every “team-building” email from Jenkins lands like a nail through my hand.
On Wednesday, I’m at the copy machine trying to avoid a nervous breakdown when Eliza finds me. She sidles up subtly, and for a second, I’m grateful to see a friendly face.
She glances around, then lowers her voice. “You okay, girlfriend?” she asks, eyes sharp. “You look like you haven’t slept since the Industrial Revolution.”
“No, I’m fine,” I say, but the words ring false, even to me. I swipe a pile of printouts from the tray and try to sound breezy. “Just a lot of work. You know how it is.”
Eliza doesn’t buy it. She leans in until her perfume is the only thing I can smell. “People are talking,” she whispers. “Jenkins asked me if I noticed anything weird with you and the partners.”
