Giving In To Love: A Friends with Benefits Office Romance (Strong Brothers Book 2) Read online

  Giving In to Love

  Strong Brothers Book 2

  Ajme Williams

  Copyright © 2020 by Ajme Williams

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of authors imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations. It is intended for mature readers only.

  All characters are 18+ years of age and all sexual acts are consensual.

  Contents

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  Prologue

  1. Hunter – three weeks earlier

  2. Natalie

  3. Hunter

  4. Natalie

  5. Hunter

  6. Natalie

  7. Hunter

  8. Natalie

  9. Hunter

  10. Natalie

  11. Hunter

  12. Natalie

  13. Hunter

  14. Natalie

  15. Hunter

  16. Natalie

  17. Hunter

  18. Natalie

  19. Hunter

  20. Natalie

  21. Hunter

  22. Natalie

  23. Hunter

  24. Natalie

  25. Hunter

  26. Natalie

  27. Hunter

  28. Natalie

  29. Hunter

  Epilogue

  Wrong to Love You

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  He’s my boss.

  Okay, he’s my enemy at best.

  A friend with benefits?

  No.

  Except that yes, I agreed to that arrangement and I totally have my dying brain cells to blame for it.

  Hunter and I don’t agree on anything.

  Anything.

  Except for the way his hands feel around my waist.

  Him and I both know that he’s got more than lust for me in his heart.

  If he even has a heart.

  I don’t know if he does.

  But I do know that he has secrets.

  Secrets and scandals that a person like me wouldn’t know how to deal with.

  It’s all well and good until the skeletons are still hidden in his closet.

  But what happens when they come out and the entire office finds them?

  Prologue

  Natalie

  I studied myself in the ornate mirror of the lavish bathroom wondering how I got here. This hotel wasn't a rent by the hour kind of place, and yet that was about how long I'd be here once Hunter arrived.

  I wasn't a prude nor was I too concerned that he was my boss. And yet somehow these clandestine encounters were beginning to unsettle me although I couldn't fully understand why. What started out as a fun affair was beginning to feel sordid. At the beginning, that wasn't something I was concerned about. In fact, the secret and naughty nature of it was probably part of the draw.

  But recently, something had changed inside me, but I couldn't quite figure out what it was. Whatever was going on with me, clearly wasn't enough for me to put an end to our sexual rendezvous and I hadn’t lost interest in having them because here I was primping as I waited for Hunter to arrive and fuck my brains out. Still, something was different, and I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

  A knock on the hotel room door brought me out of my head and into the present. I checked my soft lightly tinted lavender girls and made a final check of the sexy purple lingerie that I had bought just for this occasion. Deciding that I looked the part of a woman who wanted to be ravished, I padded barefoot to the hotel room door. I undid the lock and yanked the door open to see my paramour, Hunter Strong.

  Hunter was the epitome of his name. His eyes held a predatory gleam as his gaze scanned down my body, over my breasts making my nipples harden all, the way down to my purple colored toenails, and back up again. His smile was wolfish when his gaze finally met mine again. Yes, he looked like a hunter. And then there was his last name; Strong. Hunter was tall, towering over me. He had broad shoulders and I knew from experience that he had strength and stamina.

  I swung the door open and stepped aside giving him room to come into the space. He let out a low growl as his hand slid around low around my back and he tugged me hard against him. There would be no wine and roses or romance, no sweet words of seduction. No, we were here for one thing and one thing only; to give and get orgasms.

  Thinking about that gave me the uneasy feeling that something wasn't quite right again, but I didn't have time to reflect on it as his lips crushed down with mine sending an inferno of sensuous fire through my bloodstream.

  "You are so fucking sexy," he murmured as his lips trailed along my jaw and then lightly tugged on my earlobe sending a new shimmer of erotic sensation through me.

  In every other way, Hunter and I were like oil and water. We did not mix. It was even questionable if we really liked each other. But when we stopped talking and instead started touching, it was perfection. He had honed his bedroom skills on many women. I knew I was just the next one in a long line.

  A part of me didn't like the idea that I was allowing myself to be another notch on his bedpost, but when he touched me, it was hard to regret anything that I did with him. I'd never known pleasure like he could give me. So despite feeling unsettled, and not liking being used as his own little sexual gratification toy, I was here with him.

  Hunter's reputation was to love ‘em, or more accurately, fuck ‘em and then leave ‘em. One date, one time, and he was out. The fact that he and I met on a regular basis was different, but I knew it didn't mean anything. We agreed to use each other until one, or the both of us used each other up. Perhaps part of my discomfort was that it didn’t seem like I’d ever feel like I’d had enough of him.

  "Is this new?" he asked, his voice husky as he ran his fingers under the strap of the teddy I wore. He pulled the skimpy string strap down over my shoulder. He lowered his head trailing soft kisses from my neck along my shoulder, sending tingling sensations all the way down to my toes. It was the sort of move that felt more intimate than just sex. I had to remind myself that this was Hunter’s superpower; the art of seduction and foreplay. He could play a woman's body like a musical instrument, making her sing.

  "Yes. I know how sometimes you need some extra help to get it up." B
anter was our usual mode of communication, so that was what I went with. I didn’t want him thinking I’d bought the sexy garment just for him, even though I had.

  His hand slipped down over my ass grabbing it and he tugged me forward, grinding his long thick cock into my belly. "This isn't up enough for you, baby?"

  It was definitely up enough for me, and I knew from experience that it wasn't even up all the way. I moaned in anticipation. My pussy clenched tight, knowing what was coming and not wanting to wait. In a rush, my fingers were on his buttons and working them undone, and then I splayed my hands over his hard muscular chest. Hunter was like a freaking Adonis come to life and I couldn't keep my hands off of him. I couldn’t keep my tongue off him either, as I leaned forward and flicked my tongue over his nipple. I loved the power I felt at his hiss of breath in response.

  "You're needy today,” he said.

  I reached down grabbing his dick through his slacks. "And you're not?"

  With a growl he hoisted me up and carried me to the bed. He quite unceremoniously tossed me on it, his eyes burning hot as he took off his shirt and quickly got rid of his pants and his shoes and socks, tossing a condom on the bed.

  "Should we go for record?" he asked as he crawled over my body. His long hard dick hanging down between us. I wrapped my fingers around it, giving it a slow stroke, loving how he groaned in response.

  "The record in total between us or record for each of us?" So far the record total of orgasms was five; three for me, and two for him. Before I met Hunter my record of orgasms had been one or maybe one and half. It was why he was so addicting. Orgasms were my drug of choice. And Hunter was the only one who could give me the fix I really wanted and needed. Perhaps that was what unsettled me so much. Someday this thing between us would be over and done with, and then what would I do? It's not like this thing between us was going to go anywhere. True love was something that was sold in romance novels and romcoms. Except for my sister Kellie and Hunter's brother Ryan. But they were different. Neither Hunter nor I were made for the happily ever after like Kellie and Ryan were. I was too quirky, weird and outspoken, although I was sure Hunter would describe me as obstinate. And Hunter was clearly a man not interested in having one woman. In fact, it seemed like his goal was to have the world record of conquests.

  He tugged the straps of my teddy down exposing my breasts. My nipples, hard and aching, popped out from under the silk lace. He made an “mmm” sound as he bent over and sucked one of my nipples deep into his mouth making me bow off the bed as electricity sparked through me and straight down to my pussy.

  “Both,” he answered my record questions as his teeth tugged on my sensitive nipple. It was quite possible he’d make me come just by playing with my breasts.

  He held each one in his hands and they kneaded and pinched as his mouth dragged between them and lower. My hips rose off the bed in anticipation. I spread my thighs, giving him the room his wide shoulders needed to maneuver in place. When it came to sex, some men excelled in one area, and were only passable in others. Hunter excelled at everything he did. Whether it was his mouth, his fingers or his dick, he always had me seeing stars when he made me come.

  “You’re so wet,” he murmured as he slid his hands over my belly and down to my pussy. He used his fingers to part me and he inhaled. “I love your pussy, Natalie. I can’t get enough. I’m fucking addicted to it.”

  Yearning welled in my heart and in that moment, I realized where my unease was coming from. I wanted the fact that he kept coming back to me to mean something. I wanted his words that said he was addicted to me to mean this thing between us was more.

  I worked to push those thoughts away. We agreed on a friends with benefits situation. Maybe he was coming back for more sex, but that didn’t mean he cared for me. I’d be an idiot to fall for him.

  His tongue lapped through my pussy lips, and I arched off the bed as sweet, torturous pleasure coursed through me.

  “You have the sweetest pussy juice.” His tongue then swirled around my clit before his mouth sucked it hard.

  “Oh God, Hunter…” My hips bucked in rhythm as I fucked his face.

  “You like that?” He teased my clit with little kisses.

  “Yes,” I said, gripping his head and pushing it to my pussy. “More.”

  “You’re so bossy,” he said with humor as he refocused on my pussy. Of course, when I was sucking him off, he could be equally as demanding. I think we liked that about each other.

  “Does anyone make you come like I do?” he asked using his hands to push my thighs open wider.

  “No.” I hated when he did this. The guy had an ego the size of Everest and still it needed to be stroked through praise of his prowess.

  “Good,” I thought he said, although I couldn’t be clear because all at once, his fingers were fucking me deep and his mouth was sucking my clit.

  I cried out as he shot me into the stratosphere. My body shook and convulsed as my orgasm ricocheted through my body until every single nerve ending in my body was flashing tilt.

  His tongue softened on my pussy. He used slow, languid licks to bring me down from my high.

  My breath was finally slowing down.

  He lifted his head, giving me his signature sexy grin. “One.”

  “Oh God.” My pussy spasmed like it knew more was coming.

  “I could stay here and eat you all night,” he said, giving light sucking kisses on my inner thigh that would likely leave a mark.

  A part of me wished he would. All this sneaking around meant we didn’t fall asleep or wake in each other’s arms. My heart filled with yearning again, and I could no longer pretend that all this meant nothing. The terrifying truth was, I was falling for Hunter Strong and that meant, at some point, he was going to break my heart.

  1

  Hunter – three weeks earlier

  I arrived at my office this morning determined to make headway on the new ad campaign for our expansion launch in Europe. The sandal line that we were introducing over there wasn't really any different to what we were doing here, but Europe wasn't America, and I suspected that advertising needed subtle shifts to attract the European market. Not that we would do anything wild and crazy or outlandish. There were aspects to marketing that were tried and true no matter where in the world we were. If there's one thing that I was a stickler for it was staying with what worked. In my life, there were two things that worked; one, my job as the head of marketing director of Strong, Incorporated, and two, having a varied and diverse private life. In other words, I was fully committed to my job, but unapologetically uncommitted to women.

  As I sat at my desk, I noticed an envelope in Strong business stationary. I opened the envelope and pulled out the letter. As I scanned it over, I got pissed.

  Dear Mr. Strong,

  It is with sincere regret that I must tender my resignation. As you know, my boyfriend, Michael proposed to me and we had every intention of staying in San Diego. But now we realize there's so much we would like to do together, and with our talents we can work remotely. We plan to be digital nomads, traveling around the world to the most romantic spots and enjoying our life to the fullest and in wedded bliss.

  "Jesus fucking Christ." I crumpled up the letter. It was bad enough that I was losing my lead artist right when I needed her the most, but also to have her leave me with this bunch of saccharine bullshit made me want to throw up. Wedded bliss, my ass.

  I had to be around all that romantic, schmaltzy bullshit with my brother Ryan and his new woman, Kellie. I didn't need it in my staff either. I liked Kellie and I was happy for Ryan, but somewhere deep inside I wondered if it would really last. In my experience, enduring love was a myth. The only exception was my father, but even his love for my mother held mythic properties. The perverse part of me believed his enduring love for my mother was a romantic notion because she had died and he never seemed to get over it. Would they still be together, living in wedded bliss, if she lived?

  St
atistics said no. However, these were thoughts that I kept to myself because they were hurtful and insensitive, and made me look like a fucking asshole. I just wished everybody else who believed in love and fairytales would keep it out of my way, just like I kept my beliefs that true love didn’t exist out of their way.

  There was a knock on the door and when it opened, Ryan popped his head in. "You got a minute?"

  "Yeah, come on in." I tossed the crumpled up letter to the side knowing I was going to have to send it up to HR. They’d probably wonder why I wadded it up, but oh well.

  Behind Ryan, his wife Kellie came in. Great. I could expect more schmaltzy lovey looks.

  "I came by to talk to you about the marketing plans for Europe." Ryan offered a chair to Kellie. She sat and then he sat in the other chair in front of my desk.

  "I brought you some pictures, too," Kellie said. She plopped a small stack of photos on my desk.

  I reached over picking them up and going through them.

  "They’re from the wedding. Some of them are of us, which you can gush over if you like." She gave me the smile as if she knew my personality. Of course, she did know my personality because she'd worked here for a long time. But now that she was married to my brother, I guess she felt like she could poke at me at my anti-love stance. Or maybe her friend and my grandmother's personal assistant, Andi, who was the queen of snark, was rubbing off on her. Either way, I didn't appreciate it.