The Bishop Affair (Dominated by the Billionaire Brothers #2) (3 page)

Chapter 4

“Have a good night, Susan,” I said, waving to her as she prepared to leave for the day.
“Thanks again for the brownie, Lori.” She smiled. “You definitely know how to exploit my weaknesses.” We both laughed as she walked away, but my heart wasn’t in it.
I was still beyond distracted with arousal and worry. When was I going to get my panties back and, more importantly, what was Trevor going to do to me? I’d been imagining various scenarios all day. My favorite was the one of him putting my panties back on me, slipping the fabric up my legs until it covered me again. A strange chill ran through my body and made me shudder.
I hurried to wrap up the transcript I was working on—it was actually Trevor’s notes from the phone call he was in the middle of when I returned the botched dry cleaning. From what I understood, Bishop Corp. was trying to form a partnership with another media magnate. It was all heavy stuff, and something that piqued my interest, but I had something a little more pressing on my mind—getting my panties back. The moment I knew Susan was gone, I stood and snuck down the hallway to Trevor’s office.
I knocked timidly on the door, my breathing shallow. I paused to wait for him to tell me to enter, but there was nothing but silence. I knocked again, harder this time, and rested my ear against the wood. There wasn’t a sound. Out of desperation, I tried the door handle.
It was locked.
Shit
.
That bastard
. He had probably sauntered off for the day when I was away from my desk, laughing to himself with my panties stowed in his pocket. I rested my head on his door feeling defeated. My eyes prickled as a few tears coursed down my cheeks. My humiliation would be complete when I ride the bus home in commando. The thought wasn’t comforting, and neither was the realization that I was perhaps a little disappointed that I didn’t get to see Trevor again. The pressures of today, sexual and otherwise, caught up with me all at once and my shoulders began to shake.
A sound behind me made me jump. I turned, quickly wiping my cheeks.
“Lori, what’s wrong?” It was Jordan. He was carrying a slim briefcase, about to leave work. Encountering him in the hallway was like being walled in. Even the briefcase looked like a clutch purse in his massive grip.
“Nothing,” I said, feigning cheerfulness. “Looks like your brother left for the day, but there was still one last thing I was supposed to do.”
He waved his hand in the air. “It’ll wait until tomorrow. Don’t worry about it.” He looked closer at me and frowned. “Have you been crying?”
I gulped and shook my head quickly, but he seized me by the upper arm. “What did Trevor do to you?” he demanded. “Tell me.”
I recognized that tone of voice—it was the Bishop command. I didn’t want to tell on Trevor, or drive any sort of wedge between the brothers, but I had to comply, just as I’d had to take my panties off for Trevor. Why was I powerless to resist them?
Blushing mightily, I looked at the ground. “He took my panties as a punishment for not getting his shirt starched,” I mumbled, hoping inanely that Jordan wouldn’t hear.
He released my arms and balled his hands into fists. “That son of a bitch,” he growled, biting off the words. “I’m going to have to talk to him.”
I dried my eyes and hazarded a glance up at Jordan’s furious face. For some reason, the gray was dominating his eyes, looking like cold iron. Looking at me, his features softened immediately. I tried to smile for him, grateful that he was taking up my cause against his brother, but feeling endlessly guilty for causing him to do so. I had to admit—it was incredibly endearing that he was angry for me. I began to feel a little better in his presence. At least one of my bosses made me feel better.
“I’d appreciate it,” I said, my voice hitching a little.
Something like pain crossed his face and he took me in his arms, holding me close. I instantly melted, completely surrounded by his muscular warmth. I’d never felt safer. Being enveloped in his embrace soothed away the stress caused by Trevor.
“I hate to see anyone upset—especially you, Lori,” he said, rubbing my back gently. “Let me give you a ride home.”
I felt a thrill of excitement when I thought about riding my commute with Jordan. It certainly was better than the alternative—bare-assed on the bus—with creepers trying to sneak a peek at every opportunity.
“A ride sounds really nice.” My words were muffled against his rock-hard chest, but I blushed at the possible double meaning. Sure, riding Jordan would be nice. I’d even take another massage.
He released me from the hug and put his hands on my shoulders, staring deeply into my eyes. “Let’s get out of here.”
We rode the elevator down to the lobby together, Jordan keeping a protective arm around my shoulders the entire time. It felt good—the warmth of his body, the closeness of him, even smelling the tiniest hints of the spicy massage oil from earlier. I couldn’t help wondering why he was trying so hard to make up for his brother’s behavior with me. Did he think I would quit? Maybe sue? I was sure he had no idea how badly I wanted this job.
A sleek, black limo pulled up to the curb as we walked outside. I would’ve needed a jacket if not for the man-sized heater next to me. I couldn’t deny feeling a little glamorous as the driver opened the door and Jordan helped me inside. The interior of the limo was completely modern—deep carpeting on the floor, a variety of leather seating options, minibar, flat screen television.
Jordan got in beside me as I scooted over to accommodate his bulk. The driver shut the door and hustled to the front. Was this what it was like to be a billionaire?
“Where to?” Jordan asked, then smiled wickedly. “Are you sure you want to go home? I’ll take you anywhere you want to go.”
I laughed weakly, feeling a lot better. “Home sounds perfect to me.” I gave him the address, which he relayed to the driver before pushing a button to activate the privacy divider.
“I feel terrible,” he said once the divider was securely in place. “Trevor is a perfectionist, which is good for the business. Unfortunately, it makes him sort of a prick.”
I tittered at the name-calling and shook my head. “Really, it’s okay. I know he has his own style of getting things done and it’ll just take me a little bit to get it all figured out. I’m still kind of new.” I didn’t know why I was giving Trevor such a break when he’d made the last few hours such a hellish mix of humiliation and arousal.
“Kind of new? It’s your third day. You’re doing admirably well.”
“Thank you,” I said, blushing. “That means a lot.” It did. Despite my growing list of punishments from Trevor, I was trying. I wanted to do well. I wanted to impress both Bishops.
He reached over and rested his hand on my knee. “About the massage this morning,” he began as my flush deepened at his contact. “I hope you didn’t feel uncomfortable. I realize now that perhaps it put you in an awkward situation.”
I shook my head quickly. “No, it was actually really nice. I felt a lot better afterward.” It actually made me extremely sexually frustrated afterward but that was a good kind of stress. At least it gave me good material to think about for when I was alone tonight. His hand crept higher up my leg and I swallowed, butterflies fluttering in my stomach. Was he coming on to me?
“The thing is, I feel like I can’t resist you.”
Oh my God, my sexy boss
was
coming on to me.
“I couldn’t help watching you get dressed and undressed.”
My heart rose to my throat. I’d had suspicions, but no real idea that he’d been sneaking peeks then. Now that I knew he had seen me naked, I hoped I’d been sucking in my stomach.
“You’re so beautiful, Lori. And when I picked up your towel and noticed that little wet streak across the massage table, I could only hope that you felt the same.”
My heart was trying its best to explode out of my chest. I couldn’t believe he had seen the wet spot on the table. How ashamed could I be of myself in one day?
He leaned slowly closer to me. I felt that I could get lost in his beautiful eyes. Just staring at them stripped away my worries. I bypassed the obvious risks physical intimacy with one’s boss could have, feeling too needy, too horny, too close to the hottest man I’d ever laid eyes on.
I tipped my face up and closed my eyes as his surprisingly soft lips grazed mine. God, I wanted him so bad. Sensing he’d get no resistance, he deepened the kiss, slipping his hot tongue between my lips. I gripped his thick arms as he leisurely explored my mouth, probing it almost curiously.
His hand slipped beneath my skirt and tickled my inner thigh as it traveled upward. I spread my legs to make room, thankful for the first time today that I wasn’t wearing any panties.
Take that, Trevor
. Jordan’s thick fingers stroked my soft lips, parting them minutely, and I whimpered at the attention. He expertly found my clit and lightly teased it, rubbing the pads of his fingers back and forth across the hood. The stimulation was perfect—not too strong, but persistent enough to make me arch my back and thrust forward.
He held me by my hip with one hand as he continued to pleasure me with the other. I gasped and moaned, not caring what he thought of me. He kept his eyes on me intently, seeming eager to figure out what pleased me most. He wiggled a finger between my lips and rubbed the slickness he found there. I felt like I’d been wet all day long. Once his finger was coated with my juices, he began circling my entrance, teasing me to the brink of madness.
“Please,” I whispered, throwing my head back against the seat and grabbing his hand with both of mine. The movement of the limo’s wheels beneath us added an erotic vibration to my ass. I’d never been so turned on.
“All you have to do is ask,” he said softly. “I’ll give it to you.” He slipped his finger inside me, easily locating my G-spot and rubbing it. Combined with his continued attention to my clit, I found myself ready to come. No one had ever made me feel like this, so ready to explode, not even Eric. Finally, I told myself. I’d been waiting for release ever since the massage.
“I’m gonna come,” I warned, bucking against his ever-moving fingers.
His breath was heavy with desire. “Come for me, Lori.”
His lips crashed into mine as I moaned out the arrival of a perfect orgasm. He swallowed my howls of pleasure and I felt all the stress of the day dripping away with each wave of climax.
The feelings finally ebbing, I rested my head on his shoulder, panting. I knew I shouldn’t be so surprised with how fast I came, but I was. Coupled with his obvious skill and the constant build-up of arousal over the past few days, it had been quite a while since I’d been with anyone.
He kissed me on my head, stroking my back while he gently withdrew his hand. I wished I could hold onto this moment forever.
I heard the faint sound of a zipper and scooted back to see what he was doing. He watched my face, perhaps to gauge my reaction, as he pulled his cock from his pants. I was aware of my tongue licking my lips. His cock was divine—massive, bigger than I imagined even when I saw it from beneath his towel. I needed it inside me.
“Come here,” he breathed, holding his arms out to me. I didn’t need the invitation. Hiking my skirt to my waist, I clambered on top of his lap. He unbuttoned my blouse and drew out one of my breasts from within my bra.
“Perfect,” he purred, thumbing my nipple and watching the rosy nub harden. He pulled my other breast from its covering and compared the two like pieces of fruit he was thinking about buying.
“Absolutely perfect.” He put his face between them both and kissing whatever flesh he could reach. I closed my eyes, keening at his ministrations. It felt amazing. I hadn’t been touched like this in ages. His attentions were careful and intimate.
“Are you on the pill?” he murmured. His hand reached into his pocket for his wallet and produced a wrapper.
“Yes,” I breathed.
“Good. I’m clean, but I’ll put this on for your safety until you can trust me.” He ripped the package open with his teeth and rolled the thin material over his throbbing shaft, the faint trace of precum already visible at the tip.
Digging my knees into both sides of his legs, I lifted my pelvis and positioned myself over his straining cock. Grabbing at the roof to keep steady, I lowered myself slowly onto his shaft. His girth stretched me to the max, making me pant as I inched closer and closer to complete fullness. Finally, he was in, both of us breathing hard. Sweat beaded on his forehead and I leaned forward to kiss it away.
“You’re so damn tight,” he growled, reaching around me to fondle my ass. I gave myself over to pleasure as he kneaded my muscles there.
“You don’t know how badly I wanted to do this earlier today,” he said, rubbing my butt sublimely as he took one of my nipples in his mouth and nibbled on it.
I groaned and started rocking on his huge dick, eager to feel even more stimulation. He gripped my ass hard and started lifting me as he thrust upward. I pushed my arms against the ceiling and increased the friction of our movements together. His cock struck a sweet chord inside me as he buried it to the hilt, and I cried out. With each wet thrust into my pussy, he became more and more vocal. It was an enormous turn on—I loved knowing that he was enjoying himself because of me. His grunts grew more needy, his cock rubbing me in all the right ways.
He suddenly pinched my nipples, catching them even as my breasts bounced wildly from our coupling. The surprise of pain-tinged pleasure pushed me straight over the edge and I screamed my completion, thrusting against him for all I was worth.
His orgasm followed, and I could feel his manhood convulse as it spurted deep within me. I moaned at the sensation, at his low groans, at the look of sheer pleasure on his face. He was so handsome and it was so rewarding to be the one who made him let himself go.