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“Sure you can. I’ll tell you what: if you’re so intent on spending your money, take what you think you should pay me, add a zero, and give it to the kids in my name. And stop arguing with me about it. I choose whether to accept your money or not.” He hung up before I could reply—stubborn asshole.
“Done,” I said to Nova, laying my phone on her desk.
“Thank you!” she replied, peppering my face with kisses. I managed to capture her lips with mine and deepened the kiss. It might not be my day with her, but I had already decided I wouldn’t pass up the opportunity. What was our new motto? Carpe Diem.
Christmas Festival
Nova
Imelted into the kiss, offering no resistance. I couldn’t get enough of these men. “I’ve never had sex in the bakery before,” I admitted when there was a break in the kiss.
“We should do something about that,” Grant replied as he stood. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and expected him to sit me on my desk. Instead, he pressed me against my office door. We continued to kiss as he ground his hard cock against my core. Finally, I dropped my legs so that he had to put me down. Once on my feet, I turned us so his back was against the door and fell to my knees before him. I hold his gaze with mine as I deftly undo his belt and pants. Once loosened, I reach in and pull his cock and balls out.
I loved his cock. It was the perfect size and fit in my mouth like it belonged there. I didn’t tease him first. I just slid my mouth down his cock and started sucking for all I was worth. There was a game I liked to play when I was giving them head. Trying to make them come down my throat before they couldn’t takeit and had to fuck me. I never won, but then again, I never lost either. Sex with them was a two-way street, and all the roads led to me. They weren’t happy getting off unless I did first. I still loved to see how close to the edge I could push them.
Grant’s moans flowed into each other as I worked him over. I cupped his balls, massaged them, and started doing a mental happy dance when I felt them tighten. I was going to win for once! I should have known it wouldn’t be that easy. With a roar, Grant pulled me off of him by the hair, nearly losing himself down my throat.
“Naughty girl,” he growled. He bent down to kiss my pouting lips and then hauled me to my feet. He undressed me and then cleared everything from my desk and lifted me onto it. After stripping off his clothes, he climbed on top of me and sank into my pussy. “Fuck you feel so good, Nova. It feels like coming home. This is where I belong, between your thighs, dragging moans and orgasms out of you until you have no more to give.”
I moaned at his words. His dirty talk always turned me on, and coupled with his perfect dick pounding into my core; he never had any trouble making me come. We didn’t have time for multiple orgasms this time, so instead of withdrawing when I reached my release, he fucked me through it, letting himself fall over the edge as well. We basked in the afterglow for several minutes before he climbed off me, and we got dressed. Once we were decent again, he kissed me goodbye and opened the office door. Lincoln, Stef, and Jared were standing on the other side, not hiding the fact that they knew exactly what we had been up to.
“You big, dirty cheater!” Linc accused Grant.
“Carpe Diem, brother,” Grant replied with a smirk as he turned and kissed me goodbye. “Talk to you later, Star.”
I turned to greet Linc, who gave me a smoldering look. “My turn.” He pushed me back into the office, his lips already on my neck.
“Get back to work,” I yelled to Stef and Jared over his shoulder as the door slammed shut.
14 Days Until New Year’s Eve
I looked around, pleased with how everything had come together. Mick delivered the Christmas tree yesterday as promised, and the man was even more entertaining in person than he was over the phone. He had gone to college with my men and enjoyed regaling me with every embarrassing story about them that he could think of. Grant’s lighting guys were currently stringing lights and decorations on the tree and were confident they would have everything done in time for the lighting tonight. The ice skating rink was set up yesterday, and skaters are already enjoying it. All participating businesses and vendors had their stalls running, and I swung by the cookie decorating tent to make sure Stef and Jared had everything ready. We’d spent countless hours baking cookies and making the icing that would be used to decorate them.
The last area on my list to double-check was Santa’s Village. Santa was concerned that the elves and photographers were high school seniors, but I assured him they had everything undercontrol. The yearbook club was more than capable of handling pictures with Santa and had jumped at the opportunity to volunteer for the job.
As I left through the village’s side door, I ran right into Paul, who was angry.
“Just the little Christmas whore I was waiting for,” he sneered as he grabbed my arm in a bruising grip and yanked me off to the side behind the Christmas Village sign. “I thought I fucking told you to break shit off with my bosses? How fucking dumb do you have to be to see that they’re fucking using you?”
“You mean like you were? Maybe you’re incapable of seeing my worth, but they aren’t. Business trips, my ass. You’ve never been sent on a business trip. I wonder what else you’ve lied about,” I replied heatedly.
“You listen to me, you fat slut,” he spits, getting in my face, “if you tell Brandy the truth, I’ll—“ he was cut off as an arm reached over me and shoved him backward into Ben’s chest. I didn’t know where they came from, but I was glad to see them.
Paul’s demeanor immediately changed as the anger seeped out of him. “I didn’t mean anything. I wouldn’t do anything to her,” he said quickly.
“I’ll tell you what, Paul,” Lincoln said, stepping between us. “Come near Nova again, and you will find yourself unemployed. You’ve both moved on. She’s happy. Leave her alone.”
“Whatever. As if I would want her when you’re done with her,” he snapped, his anger getting the best of him. Paul’s eyes widened when he heard himself. He turned and walked away quickly.
When he was about ten steps away, Lincoln called after him, “As if we’re stupid enough to let someone like her go in the first place.”
“You ok?” Grant asked as I leaned my back against his chest.
“Yeah,” I replied as he rubbed my arms. I winced as he applied pressure to the spot that Paul had grabbed. Grant didn’t notice, but Ben had been watching me and didn’t miss it. He stepped in front of me and gently cradled my arm in his hand as he lifted my sweater sleeve. A hand-shaped bruise was already forming.
“I’ll fucking kill him,” Ben said, turning red.
“Let it go. Please, just let it go,” I pleaded. “I don’t think he will bother me anymore now that you’ve threatened his job. He isn’t worth it.”
