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Back in the office I jacked off again, and as soon as I was done cleaning up I was right back to where I started. Only one thing could make it go away. I forced it down by reading boring as shit emails and arguing with Logan over the budget. I don’t know why he insists on keeping things so low, like he was waiting for a scandal to drown us all. We vet every employee to the tee, they might as well be applying to work for the CIA.
I guess I couldn’t blame him though. Logan grew up in lesser parts of town. I grew up in a tudor-brick home with parents who were never around. Logan knew how to struggle and go hungry, and I had no clue. So sometimes I just had to go with it. Money wasn’t his motivation, and that’s what made him so dangerous.
Once I finished up with that, I headed back home. I couldn’t make it through another second with Madeline. While Logan was testing waters or whatever the fuck he had been doing, I stayed the fuck away before I ruined everything.
For two days I kept my space and watched Madeline from a distance. In her subtle dresses and skirts and pretty pink blouses. The girl was…intoxicating. I might explode from my desire for her. But finally, I’d had enough.
I wouldn’t wait anymore.
I knocked on her door and awaited a response.
“Come in.” I groaned. Her voice even, so soft and bell like. I couldn’t stand it.
Inside, she was sitting at her desk, wearing a light gray dress with thin straps. Her silky-smooth arms exposed. Her body was flawless, I wondered what she did to keep her hips so round and stomach relatively flat. I liked something to grab onto, something soft to press against me. She was soft everywhere.
“Hello, would you like to join Logan and I for lunch?” I leaned against the door frame, and she turned and smiled at me with an odd look, then smiled softly.
“Yes, I’d love to. My first time being able to be here all day and I get a lunch invite?”
“Yep. We like to treat our people well around here.”
She stood up and flashed that sweet smile of hers as she grabbed her purse. I swallowed and made way for her to walk past me. She smelled like she showers in fucking berries and vanilla extract. I almost went weak in the knees, dizzy from her scent. I followed her hips as she walked out the door, not looking away until Logan was there.
He made small talk as we got in the limo to take us to lunch. I was glad Mad
eline came early today, apparently, she didn’t have class or work on Fridays. I stared at her for most of the drive over as she talked to Logan. He was a lot better at pushing his desire aside and being a normal person. Me? I was mute.
We sat down in a private booth of a fancy lunch place. We came here every once in a while. We ordered and told them not to disturb us. Madeline sat in the middle of the circle booth, and we sat on either side of her. We inched closer to her, until our legs were trapping her just like before.
She sat up straight, the crease of her ass and thigh getting tighter in the dress she wore. I shot Logan a look, and he nodded once before sipping his drink
“How do you like the job so far, Madeline?” It was the first time I hadn’t called her ‘Miss Jackson,’ but she didn’t protest.
“It’s…” she paused when my fingers trailed up her knee, not stopping until I reached the hem of her dress, “good. I like it.”
Logan closed his hand over her other thigh, dangerously close to her sex. I felt her stop breathing for a second, then she looked around nervously.
“No one can see us.” I whispered in her ear, then kissed the hollow beneath her ear so softly she shuddered in response. Then, she nodded ever so softly.
I knew Logan was the type for this. I wasn’t patient enough and I lacked basic self-control. I gripped her thigh and spread her leg open a little farther then Logan’s hand disappeared and she bit her lip to stifle any noise.
We had waited long enough, and I was jealous, but I would take this for now. Just watching her give in to her pleasure, watching her let go. I wanted more.
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Madeline
My flesh burned from their touches, and I decided to stop resisting my urges. I couldn’t keep fighting off the lust that grew more potent each day. I wanted them both since the moment I met them, and it was impossible for me to resist them anymore. Logan was a professor at my college, so if anyone found this out I would be in big trouble, but somehow the rational part of my brain had shut down.
Jake pushed aside the plates and food, making some space on the table. He grabbed my waist and dropped me on the wooden surface, claiming my mouth as he worked on the buttons of my dress. I moaned into his mouth and pressed against his erection, my desire pooling on my panties.
“I can feel just how wet you are through your clothes. You want us that badly?” Jake muttered and pressed his lips against mine again, thrusting his tongue deep into my mouth.
His hands on my now naked shoulders set my skin on fire. Logan sat beside me and helped Jake slide the upper part of my dress down, leaving me naked from the waist up.
“No bra. Just perfect,” Logan muttered and covered my breasts with his large hands. My nipples rose to meet him, turning into two hard, sensitive nubs that begged to be touched.
“You taste perfectly,” Jake said. “I’m dying to know what your pussy tastes like.”
