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“Oh, wow,” I muttered, gripping his ass and digging in my nails. “Oh, wow.”

He pumped harder, faster and harder still. He pounded into me, each motion bringing me higher and higher.

“Oh, yes!” he called out as he gave me three final thrusts before pulling out while pushing Bishop over to me like a tag team.

Bishop took over, plunging into me like a madman. While the pain wasn’t as acute as with Deacon, I was slightly sore by the time he finished with me.

“Do you think you can stand to take me again?” Deacon said after I’d had a full ten minutes to cool off after Bishop.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

After going for a few more rounds with each of them, I nestled in the crux of Bishop’s arm with Deacon’s dick deep, deep inside me.

Blissfully happy, I fell asleep. As much as I thought Deacon disliked me, he was a complete gentleman when it came to sex. He was gentle when I wanted him to be, easing my virgin pussy to Bishop’s more passionate thrusts, but fast and hard when I needed it.

Bishop was as passionate and as giving as I imagined him to be.

Now, if only Rector was part of my harem, it would be perfect.

Chapter6

Rector

Seated in an expensive leather chair in a plush office across the hall from my father’s I looked at the open agenda on my desk.

Three days. It had been three days since I’d been kicked out of SAU.

“As you can see, things are not as rosy as they seem.”

I look up at Daniel Horvath, my father’s trusted accountant.

“How can we be drilling so much oil, selling so much oil and still have so little profits?” I said. I looked at the spreadsheet he handed me. “What am I not seeing?”

“It’s not just your father’s company, Rector,” he said. “Most if not all oil companies are struggling.”

“But gas prices have never been so high.”

“That might be true,” Mr. Horvath said. “But look at this column here.” He pointed to the third column. “Taxes. Much of the revenue from each gallon sold goes to taxes.”

“Oh, really? That much?”

Mr. Horvath nodded. “And then we have a whole new set of policies and laws that are making drilling more and more difficult. It’s gotten to the point where it’s prohibitively expensive. Some of the smaller drilling outfits are looking at closing up completely.”

“What about us? Are we looking at the possibility of closing?”

He shook his head. “Bigger companies are doing a little better, but all of this crap is still digging into profits more and more.”

I set the spreadsheet down and sat back in the cushy chair. “Give it to me straight, Mr. Horvath. Am I really looking at the possibility of inheriting a worthless company?”

“I certainly don’t enjoy making such pessimist predictions, but the company is in dire straits.”

I immediately thought back to a conversation I’d had with my father. There I was criticizing him for not putting enough money into this or that. ‘You can afford it,’ I’d told him.

All the while, I had to assume that the numbers laid out before me were of great concern to him. Indeed, it would explain the increased stress I’d noticed in him.

“Thank you for showing me this,” I said to Mr. Horvath.

“My pleasure,” he said as he gathered up his documents and left my office.

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