Shayla Black - Their Virgin Secretary

“More.” She closed her eyes as a rush of euphoria heated her blood, wanting everything he had to give her.

Eric picked up the pace. She was still so achingly full, but she enjoyed the sensation now. The contact, the friction, the closeness. This was even more pleasurable and profound than she’d hoped.

Over and over, he thrust into her, and she slammed back up to meet him. They crashed together in unison. He grunted as she gasped. Then he took another hungry swipe at her mouth as he shoved deep.

Tate’s fingers were still wedged between them, twisting her nipples. He found a tempo to match Eric’s thrust. He plucked at her, the pleasurable little pain jolting straight to her pussy.

“I’ve never seen anything sexier,” Kellan growled in her ear. “I can’t wait to get deep inside you and fuck you, love.”

“You won’t believe how good this is, Kell. Nothing has ever felt this amazing,” Eric moaned.

“I’m dying to be inside you, Belle.” Tate’s voice almost sounded like a plea as he twisted her nipples, adding more pressure and a bit of pain. The edge was right there. She held her breath, then keened out with need. The next touch would send her over.

Kell nipped at her shoulder, breathing on her skin.

Eric slammed inside her and ground down, finding a place deep, shocking her with an exhilarating sensation that swirled and gathered, tight, tighter. Then it released in a torrent like a giant storm. Belle gave a long, guttural groan, her head thrashing as the rapture drenched and drowned her, pulling her under in a consuming wave.

Eric stiffened, his face contorting as he thrust one last time into her. His entire body seized up. He shuddered, cried out, then poured his body—and soul—into her.

An electric moment later, he released a heaving breath, then fell on her chest. His heart still thundered against hers. Their bodies remained connected. Belle suspected that, from this moment on, their hearts always would be.

Peace filled her now. Every cell in her body exhaled as though she’d been waiting for this feeling—for them—all of her life. Such dangerous thinking, but no sense in lying to herself.

Finally, Eric lifted his head, his lips tugging into a satisfied grin. “That completely blew me away, baby. Being your first was so special. I’ll never forget it.”

He gave her a lingering kiss, so tender that tears stung Belle’s eyes. As he ended it, he rolled away. A chill hit her damp skin, but she didn’t stay cold for long. Tate slipped out from behind her, then rolled a condom on in record time and covered her body with his own. Wow, he was big and heavy, and his cock prodding at her would stretch her even more. But Belle didn’t panic this time. She knew they’d all work together to make this fabulous.

A wickedly sweet smile lit up Tate’s face. “My turn. I’ve wanted to offer my penis to you for a long time.”

Belle grinned. “I accept.”

“Thank god.”

He covered her lips with his own, his tongue finding its way inside at the same time his cock began to. Gasping at the sweet burn as he stretched her opening to accommodate his girth, he tunneled in deep, deeper, so deep she could almost swear he was about to hit her tonsils. Surely, he couldn’t fit another inch in. He did. And more. When he tilted his hips to grind into her and she felt their bodies totally merged, she whimpered in delight and wrapped her arms around him. It was going to be an amazing night.

Tate stretched as he walked into the kitchen, every muscle in his body suffused with a happy ache. He wouldn’t need to work out today. He’d gotten the workout of a lifetime fucking Belle the night before.

Fucking. Maybe he hadn’t really known the meaning of the word until her. Strictly saying he’d had sexual intercourse with Belle wasn’t accurate. He hadn’t merely inserted slot A into tab B, but connected with her on a level he’d never experienced with another woman. Fucking Belle meant more than ever before. Because he’d opened up and poured himself into her. He’d made love to her.

His only regret was that he’d had to wear a condom. Once they got her home, they would all schedule checkups. Once they proved their clean bill of health, they’d put Belle on the birth control of her choice and toss out the condoms. He’d never taken a woman bare, but he didn’t want anything to come between him and Belle again.

Of course, she might not want birth control at all.

A vision of Belle, round and soft with a baby in her arms, floated across his brain. He’d never considered children much in the past, but now that the concept was crossing his mind, he loved the idea of creating life with her.

“I suppose I should be glad you put on pants.” Eric’s voice brought him out of his thoughts.

Tate ignored his friend’s acerbic glance with a yawn as he ambled to the coffee maker. “Too many strangers in this house to be naked. I don’t want to freak out some poor delivery guy, but I still think clothes are unnatural. Humans walked around naked for far longer than they’ve covered themselves up.”

Eric shook his head, clearly in disagreement. “After it calms down around here, we’ll have to accustom Belle to you walking around with your junk hanging out.”

He shrugged. They would be back in Chicago before too long. “I think we should accustom Belle to walking around naked. When she’s alone with us, she doesn’t need clothes, man.”

He wasn’t the dominant of the group. He liked to top a woman, but not the way Eric—and especially Kellan—needed it. But he loved certain aspects of the lifestyle.

Eric’s hair was still wet from his shower, but he was dressed for the day in slacks and a dress shirt. “I don’t hate that idea. We need to start thinking about a collar for that beautiful girl. I thought I’d go shopping and pick up a few things. I considered asking Sequoia to grab some stuff from our stash back home, but god only knows the lectures he’d give about the plastic found in anal plugs killing the environment.”

But anal plugs would get Belle’s sweet ass ready for play. With just that thought, his cock wasn’t tired anymore. It strained against his sweats. Unlike Eric, he wasn’t about to get all dressed up to spend the day in front of his computer, but he’d toss on something acceptable for that errand. “I’ll go with you. We definitely need to get her ready, but don’t you think we should consider a ring before a collar?”

Eric raised a tawny brow. “You think so?”

He poured himself a cup of coffee, hoping the answer he got matched his own. “Yeah. I want to marry her. Don’t you?”

How had they not talked about this? He’d just assumed they wanted the same thing. They’d talked endlessly about getting her in bed, moving her into their home, having a future with her. What the hell was he going to do if that future didn’t include marriage for Eric?

“Of course I do,” Eric shot back. “And I think we should do it fairly quickly because she deserves to know the men she gave herself to want to marry her. She waited a very long time. She should never question that we love her.”

Love. Wow. Tate had never believed he would find it. He’d basically been programmed that love was detrimental to one’s ambitions. But he had no doubt now that he’d totally fallen in love.

“This is what my mom and dad warned me about,” Tate admitted. “I can’t think straight around her. I think love is turning me into a Disney character. Damn it. I always thought I’d be someone interesting out of a Star Trek episode, but I kind of want to break into song a little. Just a little.”

Eric stared at him. “I’ve heard you sing. Please don’t.”

Belting out a chorus of “Can You Feel the Love Tonight” might be fun, but it would probably scare Belle away. “I’ll hold it in.”

“Yeah.” Eric nodded. “Shove it down, dude. Way down.”

The door opened, and Belle dashed in. His damn heart skipped a beat because he knew they were meant to be. He’d spent many an awkward morning with a woman who didn’t mind him in bed, but completely ignored him out of it, preferring Eric’s company after sex. Belle wouldn’t be that way. She didn’t mind his quirks. He could be himself around her, and it felt totally freeing.

She blinked up at them before her gaze skittered away. Obviously, she felt a little bashful.

“Morning, guys.” She stole another glance at him. He loved the way she sighed. It made all that time at the gym worthwhile. “You…um, look good this morning. I mean you look well rested. You slept okay? I didn’t kick or snore or anything?”

With a laugh, Tate scooped her up in his arms, enjoying her squeal as he hauled her against his chest. “Last night, I slept better than ever. You are the perfect body pillow.”

She relaxed in his arms. “I was so warm in between you and Eric.”

Eric grinned, looking happier than Tate could remember. He took Belle’s hand in his and kissed her fingers. Even her hands were small and adorable.

“We were very happy to keep you warm, baby,” Eric murmured. “Now, we have to talk about those interns from the law office because they are not returning to this house today.”

Belle frowned. “I’ve been thinking about that… I know they’re an inconvenience and I didn’t want them here last night, but I really don’t have time to do the inventory.”

Tate was with Eric on this one. “Then I’ll help you. I can take the weekend and get it done.”

“It’ll be fine. I doubt any of them wrote in pig’s blood on my bedroom wall. Why would they have a beef to pick with me? I don’t know them.”

“You don’t know anyone in this town, but that doesn’t matter. Someone is out to disturb you—at least. At worst…” He shrugged. “I’m not taking chances. In fact, we’re going to vet everyone who walks in this house, including that douchebag electrician who stares at your ass.”