Paid In Full (Vitale Brothers Book 2)

Chapter 27

I leanedback in my chair as the man on the phone tried to explain the situation for the hundredth time. My mind had wandered more than once, but I needed to pull my shit together. That was hard to do when Ash was in and out of my office. He popped in once more, sat a mug of coffee on my desk, smiled at me, and then turned to leave. I stared at his ass, wanting to pull him back and stick my tongue between his cheeks.

“Mr. Vitale, please.”

“What?” I muttered. “One more time.”

The man groaned. “I’ve already explained three times.”

“So? Explain again,” I said, picking up my mug and drinking the perfect cup of coffee. “What happened?”

“There have been issues at the site,” he said, his voice a little too tight for my liking, like he was speaking through gritted teeth. “Supplies have gone missing, men have dropped off working here without ever saying why, and people are disappearing. You have to do something about this.”

“What am I supposed to do?” I frowned. “I don’t know what’s going on.”

“There are rumors,” he muttered.

I rocked back and forth, teetering dangerously in my chair. “What rumors?”

“People are saying Able Hollister has been around. He sits in his car, looks at the site, and then takes off. I don’t think he even realizes we see him, but once you pointed him out to me, I told my men too. I’m afraid something is happening to them.”

Throbbing started in my right temple. Fucking Able. I didn’t put it past him to be screwing with me, but I thought he’d calm down. We’d had several conversations about him backing off, that I wouldn’t step back with my contract. Every single time he got more pissed, but that was a him problem. However, he was now making it my problem. I didn’t have time for that.

I’d already checked in on Jasper, the escort he used to visit at Silver Dreams, but the guy was long gone. There hadn’t been a trace left in his apartment. Telling Grand Myah had been a fucking shit show. Able was steadily making me deal with his shit.

“I’ll handle it.”

“What do we do in the meantime? Our machines are busted. I think we’re going to experience more delays.”

“I’ll get someone out to fix the machines or replace them. Fuck that. I don’t want delays.”

“We’ll do our best, Mr. Vitale.”

I hung up the phone. Rubbing my temple, I stared at the computer as irritation rose. Able needed to get his shit together, or he would end up with a smashed skull courtesy of Silvy. I pulled up his number, dialed it, and waited for him to pick up. No answer. I called twice more, but he didn’t bother answering.

Swear I’m going to kill that fucking prick.

I called Weston instead. He wasn’t insane. Weston knew better than to ignore me. He picked up on the third ring sounding out of breath.

“Yes, Mr. Vitale.”

“Weston!” I called, a grin on my face. “What the fuck is going on?”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m hearing things about your buddy Able at my construction site like he’s trying to stop the building of this hospital.” I tapped my fingers on my desk, drumming them increasingly louder. “This isn’t the first time I’ve heard about people disappearing when it comes to him.”

Silence.

Rocking back and forth in my chair again, I refused to say a word. Let Weston hang, let him sweat and squirm. Finally, he cleared his throat a few times.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yeah, you do,” I said evenly. “I’m sure you’re still pissed about me fucking your wife and all—”

“What?”

I grinned. “Oops. I wasn’t supposed to say that, was I?” I shrugged. “How do you think I know so much about her?”

“You... you motherfucker!”

“Hey, watch that tone with me,” I growled. “I’m already in a shit mood having to deal with Able’s ass. I don’t feel like hearing you yell at me because your wife spreads her legs for anything with a pulse. Take that up with her.” I pushed my temper down, running my fingers through my hair as I sat up straight. “You need to get him to back off my site.”

“What? How the fuck am I supposed to do that?”

“Didn’t I tell you to watch your tone?” I snapped. “He’s your friend, isn’t he? Deal with it.”

“We’re not friends.”

“That’s not what I’ve been hearing.”

He scoffed. “So you sit around gossiping like an old woman? How manly of you.”

I chuckled. “My masculinity is firmly intact, trust me. I don’t have to prove that to you or anyone else.” I leaned forward, going over the information on my screen. “If that hospital isn’t constructed in time, we both lose money, Weston. I shouldn’t have to tell you that. My construction firm, your clients, our work; it’s all going to suffer.”

Weston went quiet. “Yeah.”

“Do you want that?” I pushed.

“No.”

“So, call off your dog. There’s no going back on this contract. I’m not going to suddenly say fuck it, let’s dissolve things and let that vulture have what’s mine. Do you understand me?” More silence. “Mr. Weston, I’m going to need to hear you open your mouth and speak. Do you understand me?”

“Yes.”

“Good boy.” I grinned. Ash walked in and stared at me. “I gotta go. We’ll meet up tomorrow to discuss progress. After I get my machines repaired, the work goes on.”

“Okay.”

I hung up. It was best to let Weston stew in his own misery. Dropping the bomb about his wife hadn’t been planned, but he irritated me with that smart-ass tone in his voice. I’d wanted to reach through the phone and smash his face in, but I kept my composure pretty well. Benito would be proud. As Ash continued to stare at me, I raised a brow.

“What?” I asked.

“Who was that? You called them a good boy.”

I grinned. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

Ash laid both his hands on my desk before he leaned closer to me. “Yes, I would. Who was it? Why are you calling them a good boy?”

“Maybe because he was a good boy.” Ash’s eyes looked worried, and I quickly stopped joking. “It was that dickhead Weston, that’s all. Calling him a good boy makes him feel like he has a small dick.”

“Oh.” Ash straightened up. “How do you know?”

“Because men who give a damn about appearing ‘masculine’ always get butthurt by the dumbest fucking things.” I shrugged. “I mean you’re what? Five foot five on a good day?”

“I’m five foot six,” he growled.

“And you bend me over and fuck me every damn day. If I were a lesser man, I’d give a fuck.” I shrugged. “Here I am, not giving a fuck.”

Ash shook his head. “That’s a lie. Whenever I call Benito your boss, you lose your mind.”

My eyes narrowed. I leaned forward, ready to wipe that little grin off his lips. I was the only one he would ever answer to. I didn’t give a damn who else was above me. He would worship me and me only.

“I’m your boss now,” I pointed out. “Did you forget you work for me? You’re my secretary.”

“Only on the official documents,” he said, putting his nose in the air. “We both know that.”

“You just brought me coffee.”

“That’s because you get cranky if you don’t have it,” he specified. “Besides, we know who runs things.”

“Yeah.” I grinned. “Me.”

I stood up and rounded the desk so quickly that Ash tried to step away. My hand reached out, dragging him close by his pristine button-up before he could even think about running. Our lips crashed together, tongues dancing as I yanked him flush against my body. No matter how many times I let him bend me over, the truth was that I was the one in control, and we both knew it. Ash could pout and say please, and I would melt for him. However, at the end of the day, he belonged to me.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

I wanted to tattoo it on his skin, sear it into his flesh with a brand. My name should cover every inch of him until he was reminded every single day, without fail, that he belonged to me and only me. When we pulled apart, I reached for his tie.

“You’ve been working here, what? A month now?” I muttered.

Ash nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“How have I not defiled my dirty little secretary yet?” I mused. Work had been way too busy. Ash and I still fell into bed together when we were home, but I hadn’t gotten to fuck him at work. Not that I hadn’t been thinking about it. “Go lock the door.”

Ash groaned. “Not in the office, Giancarlo. Come on.”

“Yes, in my office. And you can call me sir. I’m your boss, remember,” I asked, tugging his bottom lip out between my teeth.

He looked up at me with those hypnotic brown eyes. “Yes, sir.”

I grinned. “Hurry up,” I growled playfully. “Or I’ll have to bend you over my desk and fuck the shit out of you.”

Ash leaned against the door after he flipped the lock. “I’m sorry, sir. Have I not been doing my work correctly?”

I tilted my head as Ash played along. “Your work is fine,” I said, waving a hand. “But you walk around with those tight little slacks and those shirts that are begging to be ripped open.” I crooked a finger. “Come here.”

Ash pushed off of the door. “I don’t think we should be doing this,” he whispered. There was fire in his eyes as his teeth sank into his bottom lip. “What if someone finds out? I’ll get fired.”

“Who’s going to fire you? I own this place.” When he was close enough, I yanked him against me once more. “I own you.”

He shivered in my arms. Our lips met briefly, a flirtatious kiss, a feather of motion between each other. Ash shot back, covering his mouth.

“Please, sir. This is inappropriate.”

“If you don’t let me fuck you.” I reached up, undoing my tie. “You don’t have to worry about coming back into work tomorrow.”

Ash gave me those big, sweet eyes I loved so much. He shook his head, his longer locks brushing against his pink-stained cheeks. It made me want to grab a handful of his hair just to feel the silken strands wrapped around my fist.

“Don’t fire me,” he whispered. “I need the money.”

“Get on the desk then,” I said shortly, shoving him against the desk carefully so I wouldn’t hurt him. “And spread your legs.”

Ash’s eyes trekked up my body before he gazed at me. “No.”

I stiffened. “No? Do I have to make you do it?”

He straightened up. “You want me? Should I try to keep my job, sir?”

“Yes,” I growled as he moved forward, rubbing his body against mine. His hand dipped, gripping my stiffening cock. “Don’t toy with me.”

“I’m not going to toy with you, sir,” he purred. “I’m going to do exactly what you want. After all, I need to keep this job. Shouldn’t I do anything to stay employed?”

My stomach knotted. “Damn straight.”

Ash walked around me, his fingers running up and down my spine. “Then you agree?”

“What the fuck are you— Ah!”

Ash shoved me forward hard. My upper body connected with the desk. When I tried to move, he placed his hand on my lower back and pressed. His foot worked between my legs, kicking back and forth until I spread for him. I sucked in a breath.

“Then I’m going to fuck you, sir,” he said evenly, venom and lust dripping from every word. “I’m going to fuck you long and hard until your ass throbs for me. And if you ever try to tell anyone, I’ll blackmail you. Don’t mind if I take a few pictures, do you?”

My heart rate spiked. Damn it, I wasn’t expecting him to be so good at this.

Ash’s hand gripped a chunk of my hair. “I asked you a fucking question.”

“N-no,” I panted out as my back bowed due to his grasp.

“I didn”t think so.” I heard the sound of his phone taking pictures. “You talk about me walking around in my tight slacks, but the truth is that you’re a whore, isn’t it? I think you would spread your legs for just about anything. Look at this ass.” He slapped my right cheek before roughly gripping it. “So firm, so round. It’s like you’re practically begging to take my cock.”

Groaning, I shook my head. “I’m the boss. Ain’t I supposed to fuck you?”

“Shut up.” He slapped my other cheek, and a moan slipped free from my lips. “See? A true whore. How fun. Put your wrists behind your back, sir. You’re right. I should have done this a long time ago. I’m going to record every minute of my cock being stuffed inside of you.”

Every dirty word that dripped from his mouth was like he had an IV directly connected to my cock. My moment of hesitation earned me another slap. I quickly shoved my wrists behind my back with a grunt. Ash worked fast, wrapping something around them as I groaned.

“What is that?”

“My tie,” he chuckled. “You’re not allowed to touch me the entire time I fuck you. Or turn around. Keep your eyes forward, or I’ll stop.”

“Fuck.”

The chuckle that spilled from his lips made me even harder. “Do you understand what I’ve just said, sir?”

“Yes,” I breathed, dying for him to rip my pants down. “B-bottom drawer, there’s a bottle of lube.”

“Why should I use lube when you just threatened me? Huh? Tell me why I should give a fuck about your discomfort.” His hand went back into my hair. “From what I’ve heard, you like the pain.”

The moans that slipped out of me were pure instinct. I shoved back, my hips seeking him out as my hole pulsed with need. My wrists were firmly tied behind my back. Goddamn nerd really knows how to study. I groaned in frustration.

“Just fuck me,” I said.

“Beg,” he whispered against my ear. “Beg your secretary to fuck you even though you’re the big, bad boss.”

My heart pounded so hard and fast against my ribcage that it felt like it would leap right out of my chest. Every minute that ticked by, my cock felt like it would explode, and I would leave a mess all over my desk. Ash didn’t move. He simply leaned over my back, touching me, exploring every inch of me, but never giving me what I really wanted.

“Say it,” he groaned.

“Please, fuck me,” I spat out, too desperate not to. “I might be the boss, but I’m your filthy whore.”

“Fuck yes,” Ash moaned. “Magic words spoken.”

His hands worked on my pants quickly, tugging them down my thighs. Ash ripped my boxers down as well, and I jutted my hips back to greet him. He fumbled around, doing god knew what, as I waited for him to stuff me already.

“Where are the condoms?” he asked.

I shook my head. “Don’t have any. Never fuck in here. I just jerk off sometimes, I panted, willing him to stick something, anything inside of me. “Fuck ‘em, and fuck me,” I groaned. “Come on, shove that big dick up my ass raw, and make me cum.”

Ash’s hand landed on my skin. “Dirty little slut.” He clicked his tongue. “Fine, no condom it is since you beg so nicely.”

He laughed as I groaned again. The little shit was taking full advantage of the fact that I was helpless when I was bent in front of him. Especially when my wrists were tied together. Something wet and cold touched my hole. Lube. Even with all his dirty talk, he gave a damn if I got hurt. That’s so fucking cute.

Ash’s cock slipped over my ass, and I sucked in a breath. I forced my body to relax, knowing that Ash was on a mission. Sure enough, he slammed inside of me as if he wanted to kill me. My toes lifted off the ground as I choked out a moan. He chuckled, forced me back down and bucked forward again.

“Don’t move. You’re messing up the video.”

A shiver ran up my spine. What if he actually uses that video against me? A moment of worry settled in my gut before the truth hit me just as quickly as the worry. Ash was loyal to me and only me. There was no one in the world I could trust like him.

“Don’t show that,” I muttered, grunting as he slammed forward again. “That shit will ruin me.”

“Guess you should have thought about that before you threatened me,” Ash said sharply, his hand gripping my hip so tightly the pain turned into blissful pleasure. “From now on, I own you. Got that? You can fetch my fucking coffee, puppy.”

My head jerked up, and he shoved it right back down. I growled, but Ash ignored it, fucking me harder as his moans filled the office. He quieted himself every time he got too loud before he went right back to vocalizing just how good my ass felt wrapped around his thick cock. That only fueled me on, making me thrust back to meet him as I rolled my hips, needing every ounce of satisfaction. My phone buzzed on the desk. I glanced over. Benito.

Fuck.

“I have a meeting,” I grunted. “We gotta make this quick.”

“No.”

I glanced over my shoulder. “What?”

“Didn’t I tell you to turn around?” He picked up speed, pummeling my ass and stealing the breath from my lungs. “I said no. You can go when I’m done with you.”

“Ash—”

“I said no!”

His hips slammed against me as he fucked me so hard I saw stars. Was that a bit of drool rolling down my chin? Shit, Ash was the only person I’d ever met who messed me up so much. Every roll of his hips or the sound of his panting breaths drove me closer and closer to the edge of not only pleasure but my sanity. I couldn’t do anything, not even reach between my thighs to stroke myself. It was like Ash enjoyed making sure I came only from his cock, his dirty words, and the pain he could inflict on me.

Nails dug into my hip as I cried out. “Fuck! I’m cumming,” I groaned, my legs trembling. “Ash, ease up, fuck me.”

“Which is it?” he asked. “Ease up? Or fuck you? Don’t answer that. I know what you want.”

I really created a monster.

“You feel so good,” Ash panted. “So fucking good on my big cock. You’re gonna cum for me, and I’m going to make you lick my dick clean when I’m done filling your ass.”

“Shit!”

That was more than enough. I plunged off the end of a cliff and came so hard my eyes rolled into the back of my head. Even as I tried to cling to my sanity, Ash kept going. He had that growly edge to his voice that said he was too far gone to stop or care about what was going on around us. When he got like this, all he could see was me.

I fucking loved that.

“Shit, oh, shit,” he groaned out as he slammed inside of me hard, jerking and thrusting as he cried out. “Right there. Fuck, yes. Take my cum, sir. Take all of it!”

If I hadn’t just blown my load, I would have right then and there. Ash collapsed on top of me. The warmth against my clothed back made me want to curl up and go to bed. Screw work, meetings, all of it.

“Did I hurt you?” Ash asked.

“Nope,” I laughed. ”Well, maybe a little, but I liked it.”

“Good.” He straightened up. “How are your wrists?”

“Probably bruised a bit, but I don’t care. I feel so damn good.”

Ash chuckled. “You just had to start with that craziness when I came through the door. Pervert.”

“Says the one that just filmed us having sex and was totally into every minute of it.”

Ash released me and carefully inspected my wrists. “It was fun.”

“See? Perv.”

He slapped my ass. “Shut up. Come on, stand up straight.”

I shook my head. “Nah. Look in that bottom drawer and get the buttplug. Lube it up and slide it in.”

Ash paused. “What? You’re full of my cum, though...”

I chuckled as I balanced my chin in my palm. “That’s the point,” I said. “I don’t want to spill a single drop.”

“Fuck,” he whispered. “That’s so hot. I need to go again.”

My eyes widened. “What? No, come on, Ash. I have a meeting. Seriously, I’m going to be late.”

“Too late.”

I stared back at him, and he had that look in his eyes. Groaning, I knew there wasn’t a point in arguing. Instead, I spread my cheeks, he slid back in, and I gave in to him toying, teasing, and fucking me until he filled me up again. He slipped the buttplug inside when he was done. I was so full I felt like I’d burst, but it felt amazing.

“Cock,” he panted.

I dropped to the ground and moved between his thighs. He’d taken up his spot in my chair, a grin on his lips as his hair stuck to his sweat-slicked forehead. I chuckled at the state of him.

“You’re such a mess.”

“That’s your fault,” he glared. He grabbed my hair, tugging me close. “Lick me clean. I have to take a shower anyway, but I want to see you clean me with your mouth.”

I didn’t object as I settled between his legs.

“What are you waiting for?” Ash’s face was a gorgeous red. His pale skin let the blush shine through.

“I have a job I need you to do as my secretary.”

Ash wiggled in my seat, pushing his huge cock toward my mouth. His lids were at half-mast as he stared at me with want.

“I’m not really your secretary, Gin.”

Fuck, he’s so hot.

“But you will do it for me anyway.”

Ash nodded like the good puppy he was.

“I have a few folders of finances I need you to go over. Point out everything you see wrong.”

Ash’s brow lifted. “Okay.”

“I want a full list, and don’t tell Benito.”

“And there’s the catch.”

I wrapped my hand around his cock, stroking it as I continued to talk. “No catch. I’m just being a good citizen and going to help our good old government catch a bad guy.”

The IRS worked hard. I worked harder.

Ash moaned as his back arched off the chair, and his cock slid against my hand. “Gin.”

“Yeah, baby, call out my name.”

He shook his head. “Whose… who… fuck, Gin, stop, can’t think.”

I slowed down just a bit. “Don’t worry about it.” Able Hollister fucked with the wrong one. “You’ll do it for me, right?”

Ash groaned, the muscles in his thighs bunching as he got hard for me. “Yes. Now clean my dick, please, Gin.”

I opened my mouth, lapped at his cum covered cock and groaned. My lips wrapped around his dick, my head bobbing up and down as I gazed up at him. His smile sent me to the fucking moon and back.

Shit, I really think I’m in love with you, Ash.