“Fuck me,” the woman moaned. Tyler continued to do so. His tie was off, his shirt unbuttoned, revealing his toned chest and abdomen. One of his hands dug into Carolyn’s pale ass. Paler than mine. He squeezed.
“Don’t come in me,” Carolyn said. She must have known he was nearing the edge. A few more pumps and he pulled his cock out of her, taking it in his hand and jerking himself. One, two, three quick pumps. He erupted, thick white strands of semen flying from the tip of his large cock and landing on Carolyn’s white ass. She moaned, setting her head down on the desk. I looked at Tyler. He was staring right at me. I gasped and stepped back and hurried for the elevator.
My pussy was soaked, the crotch of my panties wet, a knot of yearning in my loins. I drove home, my hand up my own skirt, rubbing myself slowly. I thought about Tyler, pictured his cock, pictured him coming. But instead of Carolyn, it was me bent over his desk. I came once while I was stopped at a red light, and again when I got home and lay on my couch after stripping off all of my clothes and fingering myself once more.
Monday came around, and I grew nervous as I showered and dressed. I was dreading seeing Tyler. I didn’t know what he would say or how he would react to my snooping, but I was sure he had seen me.
He was late getting into work. Brad was there, but he was in his office, and I had plenty to do with the ad team as we finalized the print ad. I offered to take the finished product into Brad’s office and was surprised to find Tyler sitting there, talking to his brother. They both looked up at me as I stood in the doorway.
“All set?” Brad asked. I nodded and handed him the paper. He set it on his desk, and Tyler stood, moving around to the other side and bending over the paper. No one spoke as the brothers looked our work over.
“It’s great,” Brad said finally, looking up at me. “You guys hit it out of the park.”
I smiled. “We know.”
The twins laughed. Brad handed the page to Tyler. “Get this out so they can run it in this month's issues.”
Tyler took it and left, and I turned to follow him, but Brad spoke and I stopped. “I heard you worked late on Friday,” he said, and I turned. My cheeks burned, I could feel it, but I hoped I wasn’t blushing.
“Yeah. I knew I could find a better typeface,” I said.
“Well, it looks great. Thanks for putting in the extra time.”
I nodded and smiled, and then I hurried out of there. When I got back to my desk, Tyler was waiting for me.
“Let’s grab lunch,” he said from his spot, which was leaned against my desk.
“Okay,” I said.
“We’re practically family,” Tyler continued. “We should get to know one another.”
“We are family,” I said with a laugh, and he laughed and nodded.
“I know, but it’s hard to say I’m related to such a hot woman. I’d rather pretend we’re not related.”
I blushed again. I wasn’t used to blushing so much. I didn’t know what these guys were doing to me. “Well, the way my mom goes through husbands, it won’t be long before we’re not related again.”
“And then I’ll take you to dinner. But for now, come get me at noon, all right?”
I nodded, and he left.
I sat at my desk. My heart was pounding. We had been instructed to find the next product we were going to do an ad for from a list of twenty or so items that had been approved by the twins and their father, big ticket items they wanted to revitalize in the public consciousness. At the end of the day, the ad team was going to throw out ideas and have a vote. I looked through the list, but only halfheartedly. I was thinking about Tyler, and I couldn’t focus.
Noon rolled around, and I stopped by his office. He was already standing, pulling his suit jacket on. I was wearing a skirt, my legs bare to combat the oncoming summer heat. My blouse was black and see-through, so I wore a black blazer over it. My heels were black as well, high and open toed. I could see Tyler look me over as he met me by the door. We walked to the elevator together and went down to the employee car garage.
Tyler led me to the most expensive car I had ever laid eyes on. I wasn’t much of a car woman, but I recognized the name on the back and knew it was impossibly expensive. It was a red sports car, all rolling curves and loud engine. I got into the passenger seat, and my stepbrother lowered himself behind the wheel. The engine roared to life with a press of a button, something I had never seen before, and then we were driving.
“You ever go to Pan’s?” he asked me as we pulled into the busy Chicago traffic. I looked at him and laughed. Pan’s was a popular restaurant in the heart of the city, but it was expensive. It was well beyond my means. Though my new job paid well—I had money for new clothes, and I had begun renting a really nice apartment ten minutes from the city—I wasn’t quite making Pan’s money.
“No,” I said, shaking my head.