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  COMPANY VACATION © 2013 by Cleo Peitsche. All rights reserved worldwide. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means without permission in writing from the author. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, events, locations and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental. This book is for entertainment purposes only.

  This book contains mature content and is solely for adults.

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  “The travel agent just dropped these off,” Jonathan said as he handed Elle an envelope with her name scrawled across the front.

  Elle turned the envelope over. So this was it. Now she had to go on the trip … no pretending she didn’t get her tickets. When she realized that Jonathan was watching her, his handsome face confused, she plastered a smile on her lips. “So now you’re the mail boy?”

  “I once was, you know.” Jonathan shoved over stacks of folders so he could lean his tall, athletic body on the edge of her desk. “To keep me out of trouble during summer break.” He picked up the cheesy snow globe she’d gotten from her Secret Santa and turned it over, then reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, which was vibrating loudly.

  Elle opened the envelope with a little sigh and looked at the documents. First-class ticket to Aspen, Colorado, via Denver. A hotel reservation in her name. And, unfortunately, everything was spelled correctly.

  Behind the tickets and confirmations was a paper with itineraries for everyone who was going. Elle frowned as she scanned the dates. “We aren’t flying together?”

  Jonathan slid his phone back into his pocket. “Cunningham and I are stuck here until Monday afternoon. Nolan will be here most of the weekend, too. But it’s an employee’s dream … a whole weekend without the bosses crowding you. Speaking of which—” He leaned in and lowered his voice to a throaty growl. “I’ve been so busy that I’m forgetting what my cock is for.”

  It hadn’t been that long. Elle rolled her eyes playfully, but she couldn’t stop from blushing; he knew how to make her feel wanted. And thank heavens for that because Nolan’s cocky behavior frustrated her, and half the time Cunningham acted like he didn’t care if she lived or died. If she wasn’t completely and totally addicted to Cunningham’s cock, she’d have … Oh, who was she kidding? It wasn’t just Cunningham’s body she was addicted to; she was in love with him, and everyone damn well knew it. But they didn’t suspect her secret, that she was falling for all three of her lovers, flaws and all.

  Jonathan stood and pulled her to her feet, his eyes hooded as he drew her in close. Even after working at Cunningham & Associates for six weeks, Elle was still amazed at how unbelievably gorgeous Jonathan was, with his messy blonde hair and carefree, playboy demeanor. He looked like an A-list actor, and she’d heard stories of people shyly asking him for an autograph. It was inexplicable that such a man showed any interest in her. Not that she was an ogre … she was pretty in a girl next door way, but no one would ever mistake her for a celebrity.

  “Know what I can’t stop thinking about, Elle? You in tight ski pants, wiggling your sexy ass all the way down the mountain,” Jonathan said breathlessly. “I’m going to be behind you until they kick us off the slopes.”

  Elle gulped. Jonathan had this crazy notion that she was good at everything. When the trip was announced, he’d just assumed she was a consummate skier, and she hadn’t corrected him.

  And now that she had the tickets, it was too late to back out. She tried to think fast. “Yeah, so … I was thinking I’d snowboard. I mean, I haven’t done it since I was a kid, so I’ll be pretty rusty.” Liar, liar, ski pants on fire. She couldn’t ski or snowboard. At all.

  “It’s muscle memory. Within an hour, it’ll all come back,” Jonathan said. “I should know. I used to be an instructor. Suited me better than mail boy.” His voice lowered as he traced her lips with his thumb. “God, I bet you’re killer in the half-pipe.”

  Former instructor? Crap. And what the hell was a half-pipe?

  He leaned in to tease her mouth with his full lips, and thoughts about embarrassing herself in Aspen flew out of her head. The things he did with his mouth … He gently ran a hand down the curve of her waist, then pulled her in close and cupped her ass. Elle sighed happily when she felt his cock, stiff and ready, straining against the confines of his pants.

  Jonathan stepped back. “I need to see you in my office, Miss Girdley.”

  Elle fought back a moan as she flushed bright red. Being summoned to his office was exactly what she needed.

  The lights in Jonathan’s office were dimmed, but Elle immediately recognized Cunningham’s broad silhouette behind Jonathan’s desk. When they entered, Cunningham stood, his muscular arms crossed over his broad chest. His dark eyes glinted in the shadows. “Elle,” he rumbled as he came around the desk. “We’ve been neglecting you.” As Elle’s eyes adjusted, she noticed his jacket tossed over the back of one of the overstuffed office chairs, that his tie was loose, and that his sleeves were carelessly rolled up, revealing what she knew to be tan skin.

  Cursing the tight skirt she’d put on that morning, Elle sank to her knees. Cunningham buried one hand in her reddish-brown hair, piled atop her head in a loose bun. A moment later her hair tumbled down around her shoulders, and the scent of her honey-lavender leave-in conditioner floated in the air.

  Cunningham forced her chin up. “I hear you’ve been spending time with Nolan,” he said.

  “Yes,” Elle whispered. Was that bad? Was she in trouble?

  “Good.” He slowly unbuckled his belt. “Open your mouth.”

  Elle opened wide. Her blood hammered through her veins as she tried to be restrained and obedient for the man she had fallen hopelessly in love with. All she wanted was to please him, just like she did in her fantasies every night.

  Cunningham unbuttoned his pants and lowered the zipper. A second zipper lowering behind her meant that Jonathan was ready to join in the action.

  Cunningham pulled out his long, very thick cock. Elle loved how he looked, still clothed, completely respectable … except for his enormous erection. He pressed the back of her head, urging her even closer, and Elle shuffled forward on her knees until the broad head easily reached her waiting lips. She nearly purred as she savored the first taste of him, but Cunningham didn’t have patience for that. He tightened his grip in her hair until she obediently wrapped her lips around the base of his swollen shaft.

  Jonathan stripped away her silky blouse. Her nipples hardened as he possessively ran a hand from her neck down to the top of her skirt. “You get sexier by the day.” He straightened, and the engorged head of his cock bumped against the side of her face. She continued to suck Cunningham obediently; he had a firm grasp on her, and he wouldn’t relent until he was good and ready.

  The door opened. It had to be Nolan; only he or Cunningham would walk into Jonathan’s office without knocking.

  “It’s so dark in here, I’m liable to grab the wrong ass,” Nolan said, that familiar, sarcastic edge in his voice.

  “You’re late.” Cunningham’s wor
ds were choked. He had extraordinary self-control, but it had been several days since he had made time for her. He must have been as horny as she was … no, hornier … because Jonathan had stolen her away for a quick romp the morning before.

  Nolan grabbed her waist and raised her up so that she was standing, bent over. Instead of trying to pull the pencil skirt down, over her hips, he tried to shove it up, over her curvy ass. But the bottom was too narrow.

  “Shall I rip it, or will you undress?”

  If she thought Cunningham was going to let her stop servicing him so that she could remove her skirt, she was wrong. With a guttural moan, he slowly pulled himself out until just the tip rested between her lips, then he pressed deep inside her mouth.

  Elle tried to regain her composure as she fumbled with the clasps that held her skirt closed, but Cunningham fucked her mouth harder and faster, making it impossible for her to concentrate.

  Nolan grunted and pulled her legs straight out. Cunningham gripped her shoulders, and Jonathan wrestled the skirt off. They didn’t remove her silky panties … apparently they couldn’t be bothered. At almost the same moment that her feet touched the floor, Nolan yanked her panties aside and pressed his thumb into her slick entrance.

  Elle moaned, and she felt Cunningham’s cock swell.

  “Man, I missed this.” Nolan pressed his wet thumb into her unyielding ass, and Elle stopped breathing for a second, her body going rigid.

  Her resistance only turned Cunningham on even more. He pushed so deep that when his cock throbbed, it massaged her throat in a dark, naughty way.

  Jonathan moved forward, and when Cunningham slowly pulled out of her mouth, Jonathan entered. She never understood how they choreographed this dance, how Jonathan always knew when he was allowed to take her, and how far he could push it. Maybe Cunningham nodded his permission. She’d have to ask Nolan …

  Who apparently considered her tight ass ready for fucking because he was forcing himself into her. Tears of discomfort sprang to her eyes as Elle struggled, but it was futile. These dominant men had her alone in a dark, soundproofed room. No one knew where she was. Even if she could scream for help—which she couldn’t, not with her mouth full of the largest cock she’d ever seen—no one would hear her and come running … in fact, in that office, there was always the chance that they’d be invited to join in.

  The burning in her ass turned, suddenly, to a sweet, joyous agony that was utterly addictive. Thoughts about trying to get away disappeared.

  “It’s uncomfortable, isn’t it, Elle?” Cunningham asked.

  “Mmmm.” She was trying to answer him, but it sounded like she was desperately begging for more. Funny how that always happened when her body was taken for their pleasure.

  Nolan thrust deep and held himself there for a moment before quickly pulling all the way out. He loved to pound his entire shaft into her, stretching her tight, resistant hole before withdrawing and surging again. The days when she was first thoroughly lubed up were long gone. Gone, too, were the days when Cunningham prepared her by slowly pressing his enormous cock into her ass, to gently open her. Now Cunningham was as brutal as Nolan. But Nolan … she and Nolan had become closer, often lunching together, and it was a bit unsettling how he could just turn around and dominate her like this, so easily changing gears. Maybe when they were talking about television shows or how none of the nearby eateries served good cheesecake, he was really thinking about this, the moment when he would come to Jonathan’s office and do indecent things to her.

  And it was indecent how he did it, taking advantage of Cunningham and Jonathan fucking her mouth.

  Jonathan didn’t have Cunningham’s self control, and he relinquished his turn in Elle’s mouth after only a minute or so. Cunningham was happy to reclaim the position, plunging into her for several swift strokes … then Jonathan surged into her again. Every few strokes, the other cock pushed into Elle’s mouth, and she had trouble constantly adjusting: Cunningham was long and as thick as two average men; Jonathan wasn’t as thick (what man was?), but he was long and more curved.

  They also thrust at different speeds, making it harder to time her breathing.

  “Stop.” Cunningham’s command was immediately obeyed. When Nolan released her hips, Elle knelt. No hands came to caress her, no deep voices murmured that she was a good girl, that they were pleased. Those moments of tenderness from Cunningham had fed her love for him, but he’d been giving her less and less. She assumed that today she would get none.

  No doubt about it, her apprenticeship was over.

  “Look at me,” Cunningham ordered.

  Trembling, she raised her eyes. Cunningham and Jonathan fisted their swollen cocks, and Nolan came to stand next to them.

  “Open your mouth.”

  “Please, sir—” The first salty spurt caught her off guard. She swallowed as quickly as she could, but more hot liquid splashed over her lips. Masculine grunts filled the room as the men emptied themselves all over her face, and Elle used her fingers to scoop the delicious treat into her mouth.

  “What do you say, Elle?” Cunningham gasped as he squeezed the last few drops out of his cock.

  “Thank you, sir.”

  “Good girl.”

  She couldn’t help but smile saucily as she licked her fingers clean. Maybe he wasn’t as detached as he pretended.

  “Damn,” Cunningham roared. He threw himself on her, rolled her onto her back, right there on the floor, and ripped away her panties before roughly parting her thighs with his hands. When his tongue touched her wet sex, she arched up, silently begging him not to stop, not when she was so close to coming. She needn’t have worried; he feasted on her, grunting his enjoyment. Within seconds her pussy quivered and shook, and Elle cried out as her entire body submitted to his kisses and licks. She clutched at his dark hair, begging for a reprieve, but he couldn’t be controlled. He sucked her clit into his mouth, then flicked his tongue around the tight bud until she came again, her hips pulsing as much as his dominating grip would allow.

  He sat up and licked his lips, and for a brief moment, he looked at her as if she were something more to him than a sex toy. Then someone turned up the lights, and the spell was broken.

  Elle paused the video on her tablet. With a yawn, she massaged her temples and stretched in the luxurious hotel bed. Her sore muscles protested loudly, and she reached for the ibuprofen that she kept nearby ever since arriving in Aspen two days earlier. The sun was starting to come up, and she’d barely slept. Her final, private snowboarding lesson started in a couple of hours, and she knew she wasn’t even close to good enough to fool her lovers, who would be arriving that day.

  She washed down the pill with some cool, mountain water, then grabbed her tablet and watched, again, as the instructor explained how to turn the snowboard simply by shifting one’s body weight. Her weekend of private lessons meant that she was able to make it down the easiest hills without falling … usually. She dug her fingers into her palms. Why had she told Jonathan that she knew how to snowboard?

  Maybe because she didn’t know how to say “no” to him. She didn’t want to chance losing esteem in his eyes.

  A light knocking at the door startled her. She slammed the cover over her tablet and dropped it into her tote bag, then stood. Her joints ached from having fallen on her butt and knees a million times over the last two days. As soon as she had her bathrobe tied securely, she looked in the peephole. Nolan stood impatiently on the other side, his longish dark hair enticingly messy. Even though he wore a bathrobe, he managed to look stylish.

  “I see your light on,” Nolan called. “I can hear you.” He started opening his bathrobe, and Elle flung open the door, to pull him out of the hallway before he scared someone.

  But Nolan was wearing swim trunks. Elle had to clench her fists to stop from punching him in his gorgeous, smug face. “Feel like getting wet?” he said teasingly. It just annoyed her even more. Nolan had never come to her of his own will for anything remotel
y sexual. She’d once thought Cunningham had forbidden it, but Jonathan had told her otherwise. Nolan’s behavior was starting to make her paranoid … like he only participated because he didn’t have anything better to do.

  Elle glared at him. Nolan crossed his arms and lazily leaned against the doorframe.

  He was so exasperating. “I didn’t bring a bathing suit. Call me crazy, but ski resorts don’t exactly make me think of swimming.”

  Nolan’s eyes narrowed. “You’ve been out here for two days and you didn’t take a dip in the hot tub? You can wear a t-shirt and underwear.”

  Elle shook her head, but she was already considering it. Steamy hot water would feel so good on her aching muscles. Besides, now that they were far from the office, it was the perfect time to grill Nolan about Cunningham. “Ok.” She shut the door in his face, and Nolan laughed.

  Luckily she’d packed some boy-cut panties. She pulled them on and dug through her suitcase, looking for an appropriate shirt. Everything was made of thin fabric that would be completely transparent when wet. She opened the door with a sigh. “No shirts,” she said.

  “I’ve got extras.”

  Elle grabbed her key and followed Nolan down the hall. It was strange seeing him wearing something other than a pricey suit. “You look like a musician.”

  Nolan ran his fingers through his tousled hair. “I need a haircut?”

  “No. It’s … hot.” She suddenly felt uncomfortable. What, was she trying to start something with Nolan? These last few weeks of eating lunch with him, of sometimes grabbing dinner after work … it offended her female pride that he never made a move. But there was something about the way they bickered all the time, a sexual tension that wasn’t released when he fucked her with the others.

  Nolan didn’t seem to have noticed her sudden discomfort. He dipped his keycard into the slot and swung the door open. “Ladies first.”