Bought by the Billionaire Brothers

Penny McDaniel had no idea that when she took the job as an accountant with the Buchanan brothers that the sexy billionaire entrepreneurs had a thing for curvy girls but when they make her an offer she can’t possibly refuse, she learns just how hot they are for her
soft, sweet body.
Soon,
to her shocked delight,
Penny discovers just how amazing it is to be bought by the billionaire brothers
!

Bought By The Billionaire Brothers

By Alexx Andria

Copyright © 2012 by Alexx Andria
. All rights reserved.

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The fo
llowing short story of approx. 8,9
00 word
s
is a work of
erotic
fiction and it features
sexual acts between two men and a curvy woman
.

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They were Gods among men, thought
Penny
McDaniel
with a private swoon as the Buchanan brothers walked past her, completely oblivious to the fact that
Penny
had been working for them for at least six months now and had undoubtedly passed her in the halls numerous times without noticing.

Nolan and Vince Buchanan had been born to money but they’d managed to do well on their own with Buchanan Enterprises. And why wouldn’t they? Razor sharp in business, hotter than Georgia asphalt, and built like…
well, Gods, they were destined for success.

Penny
liked to think of herself as smart, reasonably attractive and capable —
 
however, most people, men in particular, simp
ly saw a chubby girl with dark
hair and glasses.

In other words, those of the opposite sex rarely noticed her at all.

So was she surprised that
both
Nolan
and
Vince had completely overlooked one of their
many
accountants?
Not really.
Likely to them, she was simply another bean counter —
 
and
an uninteresting one
at that
.

The thing was, the Buchanan brothers never suffered a drought when it came to finding a gorgeous woman to place on their arm or in their bed but they’d managed to escape the marriage lasso in spite of the ardent attempts of a select few.

Penny
ducked her gaze when Nolan’s gaze suddenly swung her way while speaking with a colleague and her cheeks heated although it was highly unlikely that he’d even noticed her staring at him as if he were a fully-loaded Chicago-style pizza.
But oh, goodness gracious, if he could read
her mind! Well, she’d be fired,
Penny
thought wryly.
She daydreamed of impossible
scenarios;
ones that were shameful and best left in the secret confines of her imagination, and would likely send her tumbling into hell for even allowing them into the theater of her mind. But,
ohhhh
…she stifled a sigh. Was it so wrong that she longed to personally count the ridges in Nolan’s stomach with her tongue? How did she know he had washboard abs? She’d had the honor of delivering some important paperwork to Nolan’s personal office and while she’d been disappointed the office had been empty, she’d consoled herself with a short peek at the personal photos on his desk. And one had been of him and some skinny beach blond
e
who looked as if a piece of rice would get stuck in her throat if she chanced to eat one.

Based upon the women Vince and Nolan squired about town, it was
Penny
’s guess that they preferred bones over curves and while it was certainly their prerogative, it did give
Penny
a painful pinch to be found completely out of their league.

Before she realized it, an unhappy sigh escaped her as she returned to her numbers and ledgers.

“Something the matter, Miss McDaniel,” a smooth voice interrupted her and she startled when she realized Vince was leaning on her cubicle, watching her with those gorgeous dark eyes. She swallowed but it felt as if all the spit in her mouth had dried up and all she could do was stare like an idiot. “Everything okay?” he asked, his smooth brow furrowing when she continued to gape at him.

“F-fine,” she managed to stutter, pushing her glasses higher on her nose and wishing she’d paid more attention to her wardrobe choice that morning. Why hadn’t she worn something…less bookish? Sure, she was a bookkeeper but she didn’t always have to look the part, right? She fluttered her hands down her slacks and curled her toes inside her no-nonsense flats. If he were to mentally undress her, he’d find a boring white bra and beige panties —
 
beige!
Of all boring colors —
 
surprise! Ugh. Why hadn’t she purchased that racy red and black number she’d seen on the mannequin at Feisty, her favorite
full-figured store on the mall? At least even if no one was tearing her clothes off with their teeth, she would know that beneath all those drab conservative clothes of a sensible accountant a wild woman was hiding, just waiting for the right moment to pounce.

The truth was, although she longed for adventure, she was almost painfully shy, which went perfectly with the accountant stereotype that she hated.
Yet, as she was well
aware, stereotypes existed for a reason: because there was often a veneer of truth clinging to them.

“You don’t talk much do you?” Vince remarked when
Penny
had offered a tremulous smile instead of engaging in a conversation.

She talked all the time — to herself and her cat (
A
ck!
A
nother stereotype!) — but the prospect of holding a
casual
conversation with one of the hottest men she’d ever laid eyes upon was a bit daunting and had turned her into a
complete mental case. It was a damn miracle she hadn’t started drooling onto her spreadsheet. Somehow she recovered her sense long enough to say, “Just trying to stay busy, Mr. Buchanan. I mean, I have plenty of work to keep me busy, of course,” she amended with a hot blush.
Great
. She’d just insinuated that she didn’t have enough work, which was the exact opposite. “I love working for Buchanan Enterprises. Best job ever. I swear.” She cringed at the verbal vomit falling from her mouth but she couldn’t seem to stop. His eyes were impossibly dark, and might she add, sinfully sexy. She could happily drown in that stare. “I would work overtime if I could.”

He chuckled at her ridiculous statement as if he knew she was simply babbling but he didn’t seem to hold it against her. In fact, he simply winked and said, “Keep up the good work” before pushing off her cubicle wall and going on his hot, merry way.

Penny
felt her cheeks and sure enough, they were warm enough to suggest a furious blush was blooming in her face, likely making her look as if she’d just spent two hours in the sun. She fanned herself and drew a deep breath to
clear her head. Vince Buchanan had
spoke
n
to her. So what? Big deal.
What? Are you nuts?
A voice screeched.
It’s a very big deal
.

A smile slowly spread across her lips as she savored the moment, even if it’d been short-lived and frankly, a little embarrassing.

Maybe she wasn’t invisible after all…maybe…but just as the questions started trickling in, a lithe
blonde
that
Penny
had seen before at the office strolled through the front doors and made a beeline straight for Nolan’s office. She didn’t check in with reception or deign to make pleasant conversation with anyone as she blew by. In the face of all that physical perfection,
Penny
’s daydreams fizzled to the pleasantness of a wet fart. The door closed behind the woman and
Penny
couldn’t stop wondering what she and Nolan did behind closed doors. Likely everything.

Everything
Penny
had never really tried.

She fidgeted with her mechanical pencil, depressing the lever to advance the lead and then pressing the lead back into the canister, fighting against a twinge of jealousy.
Penny
had never…well, it wasn’t that she…okay, so she was still the Big V. Her father had always told her to guard her
“treasure
” as he’d blushingly put it during that excruciatingly embarrassing conversation about the birds and the bees when she’d been fifteen and thus far, she’d guarded her treasure so well, no one had been able to find it much less steal it.

Was she complete and utter trash that her curiosity about sex had turned into a raging obsession? She longed to know why people were willing to sacrifice their dignity or their marriages — even their livelihood! — for sex. Once, she’d touched herself
down there
but even as it had been pleasurable, afterwards she’d been swamped by feelings of shame and humiliation for being so wanton as to give into the curiosity about something that ought to be saved for marriage.

But truthfully, even as she hoped to find a man to give her
treasure
, she knew with a certainty, the man who plucked her cherry would likely not look like Vince or Nolan Buchanan.

Her gaze strayed to Gilbert, another accountant in their department. The man was nice enough with a pleasant smile but his hands were a bit knobbish, which suited his thin frame, she supposed, and he was most certainly going bald, even though he tried to hide it (unsuccessfully) with a comb-over.
To compound matters, Gilbert had asked her out on a date
that she
hadn’t agreed to yet but she knew she probably would
.
She withheld a sigh. Likely, a man like Gilbert would be the one to discover what was hidden beneath her boring beige panties. It wasn’t that she was hung up on appearances as such, but she wanted passion and wild debauchery at some level in her love life and she knew without looking too hard, that Gilbert wasn’t the wild man she sought.

Suddenly, Nolan’s door opened and the
blonde
walked out, her eyes were wet and she was storming from the building as if her ass was on fire.

Penny
averted her eyes and pretended to focus on her work but her mind was conjuring all kinds of scenarios that were far more interesting than the balance sheets she was supposed to be formulating.
Nolan must’ve ended it with Beautiful
Blonde
. Not surprising,
Penny
thought, speculating. Nolan seemed to have an issue with commitment. The bevy of beauties came and went but never stayed. She straightened as Nolan appeared at the door, his gaze following the angry
blonde
as if contemplating chasing after her. But as
Penny
watched, holding her breath at the mini drama, she was secretly relieved when he simply watched her go. Nolan’s gaze tangled with
Penny
’s and the breath she’d been holding evaporated as her lungs simply ceased to work. Nolan was…
electric
.  That was the only word to describe him. He was different from Vince in that he was a dirty blond
e
but
he had that same intensity as his brother that made
Penny
weak in the knees every time. She may have made a short squeak of alarm at being caught so brazenly staring at him because Nolan’s stare narrowed before returning to his office and closing the door.
Penny
gasped in dismay. How stupid of her to openly stare at her boss like that. Had she made him uncomfortable? Had she appeared weird? Probably no weirder than when Vince had tried to talk with her and she’d babbled like a talking monkey. She dropped her head into her hands and groaned. Why couldn’t she just find a nice, normal boyfriend to keep her thoughts occupied so she could stop caring so much about the Buchanan brothers and their various escapades? She dragged her pile of spreadsheets toward her with a miserable frown and resigned herself to working late and putting the Buchanans out of her head for the night.

That Saturday,
Penny
found herself summoned to the Buchanans’ on an urgent errand by her supervisor. The summons itself wasn’t shocking, as George was always using
Penny
as his personal assistant in a blatant abuse of power, but when George admitted that Vince had asked for her specifically, her jaw dropped. “Why me?” she’d asked.

“I don’t know,” George answered, his tone nervous. “But you’ll call me if they start asking questions, right?”