Taken by the Gang: The Billionaire's Assistant

Taken by the Gang: The Billionaire's Assistant

Copyright 2015 Kendra Claire
 

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"I like making good girls do naughty things, Amanda…"

Amanda's job as a travel agent has never been particularly exciting, but everything changes when she receives a contract to assist the
handsome billionaire
Alexander West with his upcoming vacation arrangements.  All she has to do is show up, give a presentation to him and his friends about their vacation itinerary, and look good doing it.  How hard could it be?

Hard.  Very hard.

Alexander's friends are a gang of gorgeous, wealthy stallions who know what they want and always get it—and tonight,
they want her. 
All she has to do is let them take her for themselves.  All she has to do is offer herself to Alex and his friends, let them claim her for the night, and she'll never have to work another day again.

Can Amanda handle what they want, though?  Can she handle an
entire gang of gorgeous billionaires
who all want to have her at once—hard, fast and without any protection? 

The rest of this story is too hot for us to tell you in this blurb, so check out the "Look Inside" preview for all the steamy details!

I frown at my computer screen as a meeting notification flashes on the monitor. “Meeting with Carl: 3:00 p.m.” I don’t bother holding in my sigh of frustration. My coworker, Stacy, shoots me a warning look from across the aisle.

“Hey,” I say to her, trying to whisper. “If you’d just been passed over for a promotion for the third time, you’d be pissed too.” Forgive me if a meeting with management is the last thing I want to do right now.

Working at a travel agency that caters to the rich and famous sounds like a dream job, until you realize that you spend most of your time fantasizing about all the places you’re sending
other
people to. It pays the bills as long as you don’t care about having a social life; sixty-hour workweeks don’t leave a lot of room for relationships. I shake that thought from my mind. It’s just another thing to be depressed about. The frustrating thing is, men flirt with me all the time. They love my legs and curves. I just don’t get an opportunity to let them enjoy them. At only twenty-one, I have a long way to go before college loans are paid off, so I just need to suck it up.

As the clock ticks over to 3 p.m., I reluctantly get up from my desk and walk over to Carl’s office. He opens the door just as I reach for the brass knob. His cold, professional smile makes me crazy.

“Come on in, Amanda,” he says, indicating a lonely gray chair near his desk. He closes the door behind us.

We take our seats and remain in awkward silence as Carl’s eyes peruse a manila folder on his desk. I begin to think he’s forgotten about me when he looks up suddenly and gives me that smile again. God, I could just slap him.

“Great news, Amanda!” he says. “One of our best clients is booking quite an extensive trip as a gift for his son’s thirtieth birthday.” I try to hide the fact that I’m completely unimpressed by this fairly routine news. All our clients do is book elaborate trips.

Carl continues, “The itinerary is all set, but he wants someone from our office to give a presentation on the details of the trip. Get them excited—pumped up, you know?”

I put on a fake smile. All I can hear is, “more work for less pay.”

“And you want me to do the presentation?” I ask.

“Bingo!” he says, passing the folder to me. “He specifically requested our most beautiful employee. It’s all a part of the…experience. If you look good, we look good, you know.”

I do know, and I try to sound grateful. “Thank you for the opportunity.”

“No, no. Thank you, Amanda. There’s a sizable commission in it for you. All the details for the presentation time and date are in the folder. Good luck!”

That’s my signal to leave. As I stroll back to my cubicle I leaf through the folder. I read the name: Stewart West.
The
Stewart West? As in, Billion-Dollar Entertainment Mogul Stewart West? Holy crap. I had no idea he had a son. Pinned inside the file is a picture of client’s lucky son, Alexander. Lucky and to-die-for sexy. Some people have all the luck. No one I go to school with even comes close to this man’s sharp, imposing features. He’s dressed in a casual-looking T-shirt and expensive designer jeans. Perfectly kissable lips trace his pearly smile. His icy blue eyes stare up at me from the photo, and I suddenly feel like he can see me. I flush and shake my head.
Get a hold of yourself, Amanda.
Except, all I want is for
him
to get a hold of
me.
I’ve been single too long.

Maybe this won’t be so bad after all. It’s not a promotion, but at least I’ll be in the company of this stunning man for a few hours.

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I stop in the hallway to examine myself in an enormous, gold-framed mirror. Where do people even buy things like this? The instructions in the folder had ordered me to dress in “formal allure.” I didn’t even know that was a thing; I had to look it up. Basically, it’s women’s business attire but just a little too short and tight here and there. If I didn’t need the job so badly I might have complained, but as I examine myself in the mirror I have to admit I look damned good. Maybe too good. Would a man like West even be paying attention to my presentation with my cleavage just barely peeking out of my ruffle top and my tight, gray, pencil skirt just barely reaching below my ass? Maybe it doesn’t matter. The trip is booked; I’m just supposed to put a pretty face on the company and encourage repeat service.

I take a deep breath, fuss with my meticulously tied bun of hair, and open the conference room door.

Thank God for all the practice I’ve had concealing my true emotions at work, because the scene that greets me inside could have made me drop my paperwork. Not one, but eight impeccably dressed men sit around a mahogany meeting table. They turn to me all at once, and while I am vaguely aware that all of them are young, rich, and powerful, only one pair of eyes captures me. The icy blue stare of Alexander West reaches into me just as it did from the photograph, only this time it’s a real, living, breathing man that makes me feel hot under the collar. He smiles at me, and I think my legs might be turning to Jello.  I desperately reach for control of the situation.

“Hello, gentlemen,” I say with a smile. It’s genuine this time. With Alexander looking at me, I can’t help it.

“Well, hello there, Miss…” Alexander starts.

“Amanda,” I blurt out a little too quickly. “You can just call me Amanda. I’ll be your tour advisor for the evening.”

Alexander cocks his head and smiles mischievously at me, his eyes shining.  “We certainly hope you’ll be more than that, Amanda,” he says, leaning back in his chair and folding his hands in his lap.

I swallow hard as the men in the room chuckle softly. I feel my face turning red and curse my body for betraying me. Still, I can’t deny that being alone with these powerful men thrills me a little. I tuck a stray lock behind my ear and look down at my briefcase before laying it on the table and opening it to retrieve my laptop. I hook it up to the digital projector in silence, my hands shaking as I feel everyone's eyes on my body. I can feel my skirt riding up too high, but I don’t dare reach down to adjust it for fear of attracting more attention.

When I look up, I nearly jump out of skin as Alexander is now standing on the other side of the projector, watching me and wearing his stunning smile.

“Are you nervous, Amanda?” he asks, his voice smooth like silk but with a hint of dark longing.

“Should I be?” I say, my voice barely audible. I realize I’m holding my breath and let out a shaky sigh, trying to stifle the sound as best I can.

“You’re too beautiful to be nervous,” he replies, coming around the projector and flipping it on as he reaches me. A pristine white-sand beach with majestic rocky cliffs in the background lights up the wall behind us. Alexander reaches out with one finger and gingerly strokes the hair near my temple. I shiver and pull away a little, and then try to wrestle back some control of the situation.

“Mr. West, I—”

“You will call me ‘sir,’” he says, interrupting me.

“I beg your pardon?” I sputter.

“Isn’t that what you came here to do? To serve me? You’re being paid handsomely to do so. Your boss assured me you were quite eager.”

I don’t know what to say, but his words speak to a darker side of me, a side I didn’t know was there. I can’t believe what he’s saying. I should be outraged. I should walk out right then and there.

But you won’t,
the dark voice from inside me whispers.
Because you wanted him the moment you saw his picture. You can’t believe your luck.

“I…don’t know…” I stutter, feeling my body and mind fight for control.

“You don’t have to know, baby,” Alexander says, taking me roughly by the arm and pushing me against the wall where the beach scene still glows static. He’s so tall his shoulders obscure the light of the projector.

“You don’t have to know,” he says again. His perfect jaw tightens and he presses his body against mine, using his body to cage me in. “Because I’m going to tell you exactly what you’ll do for us.”

My lips quiver, but I manage to hold his gaze and summon a small ounce of defiance.

“And if I refuse?” There’s no confidence in my voice.

He chuckles, then lowers his head until our noses touch and his soft lips are just millimeters from mine.

I feel his warm breath and smell the intoxicating aroma of his expensive cologne.

“No woman refuses me, darling. Because no woman can.” He presses his lips against me, and for a few delicious moments I feel weightless, as if I’m dreaming. His tongue reaches into my mouth and coaxes my tongue to life until they dance together. As he pulls away, he catches my lower lip in his teeth and gently tugs at it.

He sighs, his enormous chest heaving. I can feel my pussy gently throb in response to his body. It has been so long that my body is hyperaware of his masculine form. I’m about to try another lame protest, but he flips me around quickly so that my cheek is pressed against the cool wall. I hear the soft whistles of his compatriots as they watch us. Alexander rests his chin on my shoulder and whispers to me.

“I can’t just pass you off to my buddies, though. I have to get you nice and ready for them. Some of them like to play rough, you see.”

His body pins me to the wall, and he bring my hands up above my head, where I can feel him tie them together with something soft. I try to pull them apart, but the knot holds firm. My heart is racing. I can’t believe this is happening. More than that, I can’t believe that I’m enjoying it.

Alexander’s hands are now free to do as they please, and what they please seems to be exploring my curves through my less-than-professional work outfit. His large hands slide down my back, massaging me between the shoulders lightly before moving lower. His teeth find my earlobe, and he nips it playfully as he fills his palms with my ass cheeks. I hear his sharp intake of breath as he caresses me there.

“What a nice, tight body you have,” he breathes, slipping his fingers under the skirt’s short hem and sliding his thumbs down the sensitive skin beneath the curve of my ass. “You’re so perfect, Amanda.”

I can’t help but smile at this and challenge him. “A man like you can have any woman he wants. I’m sure you’ve had your share of models.”

He takes the hem of my skirt and slowly pulls it up over my ass, exposing my black lace panties.

“None of them can give me what I need,” he groans, letting his warm palms slide to the front of my thighs.

“And what’s that?” I ask, a little afraid to hear the answer.

“Oh, you’ll find out soon enough,” he replies darkly.

He plants light kisses on the back of my neck as one hand slips up over the top of my skirt to untuck my blouse, and the other continues to tease the softness between my thighs. As his fingers explore further, I know he can feel how wet I’m getting. Without thinking, I spread my legs just a fraction of an inch to allow him to touch me more easily, but as I realize how my body has acted for me, I hear the smile in his voice as he whispers to me.

“Oh, so you do like this?” His fingers on my stomach reach over to one side, and he slowly unzips my skirt.  As the fabric loosens, I feel the knot of excitement and fear tighten in my stomach, and I know the fabric will easily fall around my ankles with nothing to hold it up.

“All you have to do is let me enjoy you,” Alexander whispers. “A woman like you deserves nothing but the best.”

The skirt falls and a rush of air swirls around my ass, thighs, and waist. I tense up, but Alexander only presses harder into me until I can easily feel the throbbing bulge of his erection through his pants, pressing against my ass.

I hear one of the other men in the room shout, “Hey, Alex! No fair! Let us at least have a little show.”

“Ready for your presentation, Amanda?” Alexander says to me as he abandons his sweet exploration of my body to untie my wrists. The binding doesn’t go away, though, as my world suddenly goes black and a knot is tied firmly behind my head.

He pulls me around him so that my back is still to him, but now instead of the wall I face the room. I feel suddenly grateful for the blindfold as I remember the projector is still shining on our wall—a beautiful beach scene framing our erotic embrace.

The whistles and sighs of approval start again, and I feel my breath quicken at the idea of so many strange eyes on me. I reach down to try and cover myself in vain, but Alexander pushes his hand past mine and cups the tender space between my thighs possessively, his fingers stroking back and forth over the lacy fabric.

“What’s wrong, Amanda?” he whispers in my ear before kissing down my neck. “Are you a good girl? I like good girls. I like making good girls do naughty things. Do you want to be naughty with me?”

With his free hand, he reaches up and cups one breast through my blouse, feeling the weight of it in his hand and moaning with satisfaction.

“Yes, sir,” I manage, letting my head fall back as I lose more and more control over my body.

“Mmmm, you’re all woman,” he breathes, ignoring the fabric boundary on my already scandalous neckline and softly caressing the swell of my breasts with each labored breath I take. A few fingers reach under my blouse, warming themselves in the cleft between my breasts.

I reach behind my back with both hands and find the bulge of his erection. I press my palms into it, unable to hide my desire for it. He lets me touch him and even begins slowly thrusting against me. I feel my pussy tighten again, and another wave of warmth moistens my panties.