Twin Bosses' Intern for Christmas

“I’m still thinking of on it.”

“Well, good luck.” I grumble It may be strange to compete against him, but I am determined to win.

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I start my new plan the next morning, since I have chastity for the day. As soon as she comes in, I tell her that we’ll be working in my office all day. Technically, she has a small alcove with a desk and chair, but I rarely have her use it, preferring her to be next to me. She follows me without complaint, as she does most mornings when she’s mine. I nod in the direction of the stack of papers on top of a new set of filing cabinets. “You’ll be putting all that away today, in order.” She nods, and I watch her for a few minutes as she moves, her curves stretching the material of her suit as she files.

By mid morning, she’s almost done, and Madeleine brings in pastries and coffee for a break. “Come sit down.”

She looks at the papers in front of her, and then frowns at me. “I only have a few files left, Liam. I should finish them first.”

“Take a break with me. They’ll be there when you’re done.”

Placing a coffee and pastry in front of her, I watch as she takes a small bite and covers her mouth with pale fingers as she chews. When she frowns and rubs her shoulder, I narrow my eyes.

“Do your shoulders hurt?”

She shrugs her shoulders. “I’m okay. I’m just under a lot of pressure with school and stuff.”

“Do you need me to do anything about it? Should I call them and tell them what a good job you’re doing?”

“I dunno. They want me to be in accounting. They think I’m

still in that department.”“I see,” I say. “I can get the department to call if you want. They’ll say whatever I tell them to. Unless you want to go back there, see what work they can give you.”She cocks her head and looks at me, her eyes flashing. “Nah, I wasn’t really doing anything there, anyway. I’d rather stay here.”There’s an undercurrent in our conversation. If I’m not imagining things, that is. Standing up, I move behind her, and gently probe the spot on her shoulder where she was rubbing. “It’s all knotted up,” I say as she looks up at me. “Right there. You’re stiff.” And so am I, I don’t add. When she doesn’t shrug me away, I press into the knot and begin rubbing, and she sighs as she relaxes backward. Her creamy neck and shoulders get a rubdown for a few minutes, and she closes her eyes and leans the back of her head against me. Before I can stop myself, I brush my hands forward on her front, to the top of her blouse button. My hands hesitate for just a moment, allowing her a chance to say no, but the refusal never comes.

I open the button, and then the next one. She’s trembling. “Do you want me to stop?” I whisper, trailing my fingertips along the notch of her collarbone. With a barely perceptible shake of her head, she leans back against the chair and closes her eyes. Slowly, very slowly, I open each tiny pearl button of her blouse.

She gasps when my fingers trace the edge of her bra, a flimsy, lacy white thing that suits her innocence perfectly, but can’t help imagining her in something a little less pure. I’ll make her that way.

Slipping under the lacy material, her luscious breasts pulled into my hands, and I squeeze them. Her nipples like tiny strawberries, I have to taste them. Keeping my hand on one of her breasts I swivel her office chair around until I stand in front of her. I can’t help but notice her mouth is level with my rigid cock. “Open your eyes.”

She shakes her head, keeping them closed.

“Why not, Chastity?”

“Because this is just a dream, and opening my eyes will make me wake up.”

I pinched her nipple lightly, just enough for her to fill a sharp twinge of pleasure and pain before soothing the same spot with my thumb. “There, I pinched you, and you didn’t wake up. It’s not a dream. Open your eyes.”

Her lids flutter open to reveal the dazed look in her eyes. This close to her, I could see specks of gold across her irises, and it’s fascinating. If her top hadn’t been falling off for the first time, I could spent hours staring at her eyes. So odd, my reaction to her. I’ve never had the urge to stare at eyes.

“Do you like this?”

She moans and nods as her eyes try to drift close again. “Open your eyes.”

She snaps them open and stares up at me, obviously averting her gaze from my cock, which is so close to her mouth.

“You know I want you, don’t you, Chastity?”

She moans again. Not an acceptable answer.

“Yes or no, Chastity?”

She nods. “I can’t believe it, and I’m not sure why, but yes, I know.”

I kneel down in front of her, resting my hand on her chin to make her look at me. “You don’t know why? Because you’re sexy as hell, sweet, and your mouth is hot. Your pussy is probably even hotter. And tighter. Have you ever been fucked, Chastity?”

Embarrassment reddens her cheeks. “No.”