Free Company Vacation by Cleo Peitsche Page A

close and cupped her ass. Elle sighed happily when she felt his cock, stiff and ready, straining against the confines of his pants.
    Jonathan stepped back. “I need to see you in my office, Miss Girdley.”  
    Elle fought back a moan as she flushed bright red. Being summoned to his office was exactly what she needed.

    The lights in Jonathan’s office were dimmed, but Elle immediately recognized Cunningham’s broad silhouette behind Jonathan’s desk. When they entered, Cunningham stood, his muscular arms crossed over his broad chest. His dark eyes glinted in the shadows. “Elle,” he rumbled as he came around the desk. “We’ve been neglecting you.” As Elle’s eyes adjusted, she noticed his jacket tossed over the back of one of the overstuffed office chairs, that his tie was loose, and that his sleeves were carelessly rolled up, revealing what she knew to be tan skin.
    Cursing the tight skirt she’d put on that morning, Elle sank to her knees. Cunningham buried one hand in her reddish-brown hair, piled atop her head in a loose bun. A moment later her hair tumbled down around her shoulders, and the scent of her honey-lavender leave-in conditioner floated in the air.
    Cunningham forced her chin up. “I hear you’ve been spending time with Nolan,” he said.
    “Yes,” Elle whispered. Was that bad? Was she in trouble?
    “Good.” He slowly unbuckled his belt. “Open your mouth.”
    Elle opened wide. Her blood hammered through her veins as she tried to be restrained and obedient for the man she had fallen hopelessly in love with. All she wanted was to please him, just like she did in her fantasies every night.
    Cunningham unbuttoned his pants and lowered the zipper. A second zipper lowering behind her meant that Jonathan was ready to join in the action.
    Cunningham pulled out his long, very thick cock. Elle loved how he looked, still clothed, completely respectable … except for his enormous erection. He pressed the back of her head, urging her even closer, and Elle shuffled forward on her knees until the broad head easily reached her waiting lips. She nearly purred as she savored the first taste of him, but Cunningham didn’t have patience for that. He tightened his grip in her hair until she obediently wrapped her lips around the base of his swollen shaft.
    Jonathan stripped away her silky blouse. Her nipples hardened as he possessively ran a hand from her neck down to the top of her skirt. “You get sexier by the day.” He straightened, and the engorged head of his cock bumped against the side of her face. She continued to suck Cunningham obediently; he had a firm grasp on her, and he wouldn’t relent until he was good and ready.
    The door opened. It had to be Nolan; only he or Cunningham would walk into Jonathan’s office without knocking.
    “It’s so dark in here, I’m liable to grab the wrong ass,” Nolan said, that familiar, sarcastic edge in his voice.
    “You’re late.” Cunningham’s words were choked. He had extraordinary self-control, but it had been several days since he had made time for her. He must have been as horny as she was … no, hornier … because Jonathan had stolen her away for a quick romp the morning before.
    Nolan grabbed her waist and raised her up so that she was standing, bent over. Instead of trying to pull the pencil skirt down, over her hips, he tried to shove it up, over her curvy ass. But the bottom was too narrow.
    “Shall I rip it, or will you undress?”
    If she thought Cunningham was going to let her stop servicing him so that she could remove her skirt, she was wrong. With a guttural moan, he slowly pulled himself out until just the tip rested between her lips, then he pressed deep inside her mouth.
    Elle tried to regain her composure as she fumbled with the clasps that held her skirt closed, but Cunningham fucked her mouth harder and faster, making it impossible for her to concentrate.
    Nolan grunted and pulled her legs straight out. Cunningham gripped her