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  “Do you have one main conference area?” I ask.

  Nodding, he turns down the next hallway, his hand out in front to let me in first. “Yeah, this is where we all chill out when we do something big.”

  I sort of wonder what he means by that when I look inside. There’s a long table and a few couches. It seems rather casual for business.

  I cross my arms, tilting my head slightly to the side as I notice something…but I don’t say a word.

  It’s a pair of Victoria’s Secret panties in the trashcan. Really expensive ones, at that.

  And I know this because I own the same pair. But why is it in their office?

  As we walk around the room, I sense something…off. I suddenly remember a movie I once saw about how people were replaced by robots. All the women did as told and never asked questions.

  None of these people who work here have stopped Spencer to ask a single question. The entire place is like a well-oiled machine. It’s…really impressive.

  I sigh and shake my head. I need to know why, but I don’t want to offend him.

  “Spencer,” I begin, “I hope you don’t mind me asking, but I noticed…nobody here asks you guys any questions. Why?”

  Spencer shrugs. He’s playing on his phone, but he stops for a moment to look around the office.

  “They don’t need to ask questions. We make sure they have everything they need, and each one of them has gone through an extensive training program when hired.”

  That was the first time Spencer sounded like a professional, like he was actually focused on the work around him.

  I know his beach resort does well financially, but he’s so laid-back and relaxed, unlike most successful business owners I know, that it’s hard to believe. He’s especially unlike me.

  I spend most of my days worrying about how I can make my business succeed that I don’t have time to be like Spencer—so easy going and confident that the world will take care of me. That’s a fairytale that the man next to me seems to live in.

  I also can’t help wondering how all four of them work so well together. They’re all so different.

  The one thing I have noticed so far is that each one makes me hotter than the next. My pussy tingles each time I walk into a new office. I’ve never had this happen to me in the past.

  For now, I’ll accept what he says, but I still have more questions for him about the dynamics of this place.

  “So, I understand that they’re all well-trained, but do they approach you or the others when they need something? What happens when a client complains about the service at a resort? Who handles that?”

  “We have people for that,” Spencer simply says.

  We stop at the employee lounge. Several employees come and go, but none of them are social with us beyond a friendly hello here and there.

  “Coffee?” Spencer asks, handing me a cup.

  I need something, but I’m not sure it’s coffee. I’ve spent almost the entire day with this incredibly handsome man, and I can’t help being a little turned on—or maybe more than a little.

  I pour myself a cup of Kona brew and add a dash of cream. Usually, I take it black, but I need a little sweetness this time of day.

  Spencer grabs a bottle of vitamin water from the fridge and chugs the dark pink fluid all at once.

  He reminds me of the kind of man you could spend the day with at an amusement park. He would be more comfortable on a ride at Disney World than eating a five-star meal and seeing an opera.

  There’s nothing wrong with that, but it’s different from what I’m used to.

  “So, what else do you have planned for me, or do you think Killian is ready to see us?” I ask.

  Spencer checks his phone, then shakes his head. “Not yet. I’m going to show you the company gym. It’s on the next floor up.”

  I shrug, not sure why I would need to see this, but I want to find out everything that makes this place tick.

  A short elevator ride to the next floor takes us directly to the fitness center. The moment the doors open, my jaw drops.

  Both women and men are working out, but the one thing I notice is that they’re all flawless. None of them are a pound overweight, and they’re all wonderfully tan.

  For people who sit at a desk all day, this is unbelievable.

  “Does this cost them anything, or do you cover all this in their health insurance plan?” I ask, frowning.

  Spencer picks up a few free weights, effortlessly lifting them as I speak. It’s driving me crazy, the way he flexes his muscles. His hands grip the solid iron pieces tightly, each of them larger than my head.

  My panties are soaking wet.

  “Babe, look around here. All these people love working here because we take good care of them. Seriously, have you seen anyone not smiling? We include all this because we want them to keep working here and to be happy,” he says, dropping the weight back to the floor.

  I can’t deny that they have something here, but I wonder how they all keep their hands off each other.

  These men are the kind you would see walking the runway in Milan, and the women—they look more like movie stars than travel agents. I’m in complete awe of what I see here.

  I sip my coffee, but I suddenly wish I had skipped the cream. I know I’m in perfect shape, but just being here makes me want to be better.

  My eyes feast on the view, wondering what Spencer works out in. Does he wear shorts like the others here? I bet his cock looks fuckable in a pair of tight shorts.

  “Killian is ready to see you now, Jules,” he says.

  I shake my head, knowing he’s trying to get a rise out of me, to get under my skin.

  But at this rate, he’ll be under more than that.

  Chapter 9

  Killian

  Rumors spread fast around this office. I’m hearing chatter about someone sent from Nicole. Now that’s a girl who can fuck like a porn star.

  I would have liked a chance to shackle her, but she’s already locked down. Not my place to step on that.

  Standing six foot four, with a mane of dark hair, and oceanic-blue eyes, I can get any woman I want. I’ve never been turned down, and I never will.

  “I noticed she’s with Spencer. Her last stop is to see you.”

  My assistant has kept me updated as to the whereabouts of this woman. I’m told her name is Julia, she’s twenty-something, and she’s beautiful.

  At least Spencer knew to save the best for last. I don’t have time to spend coaching some woman about the ways of this office.

  And if I know my colleagues well, and I do, they’ve already fucked her at least once. More than enough coaching.

  I don’t mind being the last on the gravy train. At least she’ll know what to expect.

  Everything in my life has a time and place—from the decor of the office to my resort. And I use both those facts to my advantage.

  Xane has this game he plays with his girls where he gets a free blowjob if he figures out where things have been moved in his office or something like that. For me, I simply like to punish. If the mood strikes me, I come up with a reason.

  A quick bump against the wall gives me an excuse to call my assistant in.

  “Do you notice something not right in here?” I ask her.

  She searches for a few moments before she finds it. She walks over to the frame on the wall, adjusts it, and then makes a note on the tablet she carries.

  “Sorry, Sir. I will talk to housekeeping about the work…”

  “You do know what this means, right?” I say with a playful smirk. It’s a pretty thinly veiled game we have going on; I like to punish, and she likes to take it.

  She nods slowly and reaches down to begin unbuttoning her blouse. I glance over to the open door then shrug as I swiftly maneuver her to the floor. True to her craft, she doesn’t falter in stripping her clothing, even as I press her face into the thick carpet.

  She strips off her clothes, revealing her lack of undergarments. That�
��s simply part of her dress code.

  “I’m ready, Sir,” she says. Sir, in this situation, has a lot of meanings.

  I smirk and pick her up easily, kicking my desk chair out of the way before planting her down in its place and using her in its stead.

  I peek down at her and find myself greeted with a very lewd and happy smile. I like that in an employee; it shows real dedication to the job.

  “Hey, bro!” I hear a familiar voice call out.

  “Hello, Spencer. I see you brought a guest.” I smirk, not looking up from my assistant.

  My back is to the door, but I already know that he’s standing there with the dark-haired beauty.

  Spencer laughs. He knows that some of us are very in tune with our surroundings.

  “Dude, you need to tell me how you do that. All that ninja shit. Well, anyway, I have Julia here to see you. She’s a friend of Nicole’s.”

  When I stand and turn to face her, a smile pulls at my lips. She really is a stunning woman, but they all are, aren’t they? No one would expect anything less than perfection when they are a friend of Nicole’s.

  “Welcome. Come on in and have a seat, Julia.”

  I pull my real chair over and give my assistant a firm swat on her ass to dismiss her. I laugh at Julia’s suddenly wide, shocked gaze.

  “Just a side meeting, no worries,” I say.

  Julia shakes her head and takes in the office. It’s different than the others.

  The décor’s dark, and all the furnishings are in the most elegant dark oak. Walls are black, and the trim is a violent shade of red.

  The pictures on the walls are all very artistic BDSM poses.

  “Wow, your office is quite impressive. I don’t think I have ever been in one that displays this genre of artwork,” Julia says, looking at the models in the photos.

  I know that not everyone can understand my desires, but those that frequent my club have very particular tastes. Those that book time at Hedonism appreciate my taste for the dark side.

  We don’t sugarcoat shit for those who can’t take it. In fact, we make sure they know why they come to see us.

  “I had an artist take those at the club in Amsterdam.”

  My height towers over Julia. She looks like one hot piece of ass.

  I can’t stop thinking about having her tied down and using a violet wand on her. My dick throbs, thinking about her screaming from having come all over the place. I wonder if she knows that I can smell her pussy through her clothing.

  “When was the last time you took a vacation, Julia?” I ask, leaning my chin onto one hand. I’m a firm believer in being frank and forward.

  Julia takes a seat in the high-backed chair. For a moment, she doesn’t know what to say.

  “Well, I took a spa day at Nicole’s recently. I don’t usually have time for things that keep me away from my office.”

  I look at her, shocked. She can’t be telling me the truth.

  “What the fuck? You’re serious right now? Only one girls’ day out and you’re sitting in my office asking about our business?”

  The hairs on the back of my neck are standing on end. Surely, she’s lying to me. How in the hell do you own a vacation business and never take a vacation?

  Julia sits up in her chair. She seems almost offended.

  “I’m here to learn about your business. I want to know about the places you own, and if they fit the needs of my clients,” she says.

  “No, no. Sorry, but what? I can’t even wrap my head around the fact that you, a travel agent, don’t even take the time to indulge in what you send your clients to.”

  I’m practically growling at her. I know I’ve overstepped my bounds here, but this is my livelihood, and this pisses me off.

  This woman doesn’t even know how to relax, much less have a good time with her life.

  Speaking of a good time, she’s practically squirming in her chair just being around the two of us. I was wrong: they didn’t warm her up to our house and home. This girl has now met all four of us with absolutely no relief.

  I sigh and lean back into my oversized office chair, and a smirk crosses my face at that realization.

  She’s barely a step beyond virgin. It’s been so long since I’ve dealt with a girl like her that I forgot how timid they can be. I think I need a little bit of a softer approach.

  “You are very stunning. Why wouldn’t you indulge yourself in a little pleasure?” I ask, my voice gentler now.

  Julia shakes her head, her cheeks deepening to a shade of red.

  “I…well, I don’t have time for things like that. I mean, my business consumes my time. They need me there.”

  I sigh, my chest rising and falling evenly. I don’t understand people. Now that I know all this, I want to put her on my desk and eat her ass till she submits to me.

  “Everyone has time for a little pleasure in their lives. You only live once, Julia. You need to make it count for something other than a bank account.”

  Spencer glances at both of us in turn. From the corner of my eye, I can see he’s just picked up on my game.

  He pulls out his phone; if I was a betting man—and everyone knows I damn well am—I’d guess our two colleagues will be showing up in just a few minutes.

  My eyes lock on to hers in a passion-fueled glare.

  “Can you tell me about your club? I think it’s called Hedonism. Am I correct?” she asks, but her eyes never look away.

  I narrow my eyes, my cock now throbbing from the way Julia looks at me. I’d wager she’s never been fucked right. Never had a dick buried balls deep in her ass, nor has she ever swallowed a mouthful of cum.

  Is she’s a spitter? Or will she get on her knees for me and beg for a shot of my creamy jizz?

  “How about you come and experience my club? And all our company’s resorts. Telling you about them will only give you so much insight. They are an experience, not simply places. The trip is on us. Just say yes,” I say, my tongue darting out to lick my lips.

  Julia fidgets in her chair. She rocks from side to side in an uncomfortable motion.

  “Something wrong, Julia?” Spencer asks, smirking.

  She shakes her head, her hand wiping her brow. She is losing it fast.

  “No. It’s very warm in this office. Do you think I could have a drink of water?” she asks.

  Spencer laughs to himself, but he grabs a bottle of water from the bar in the corner of the room.

  “Here you go, Jules. I got you covered,” he says, his voice animated. Once again, he’s called her by the wrong name.

  What Julia doesn’t realize is the seats are heated. I have them controlled by a thermostat on the wall. Her pussy must be on fire right now.

  Not even Spencer knows about all my toys. How long can this woman sit there without ripping her clothes off and begging to be fucked?

  As soon as she has the water, Julia twists the top and chugs the entire sixteen-ounce bottle of water.

  “Are you okay, Julia?” I ask, but I know the truth. She will be fucked, and my cock will show her why she needs a real vacation.

  I don’t wait for a response. Instead, I walk to the back of the chair, my hands massaging Julia’s neck and shoulders.

  “Sometimes you have to give in to your needs, you know? Let go of all the stress in your life. Take a man like me. I know about pleasure, more than you can ever dream of having, both for myself…and for others. Isn’t that right, Spencer?”

  He smirks, his eyes on the woman as well. A light tapping of leather shoes is all the announcement I need to hear.

  Derek and Xane have arrived right on schedule. I was right.

  “Did Julia tell you all that she has never had a vacation till now?” I ask, but I already know what they will say. “Isn’t that a damn shame?”

  “Quite a shame, I must say,” Derek says, charming up with his accent.

  “At least she’s in the right place, and in the right hands,” Xane adds.

  Laughing, I walk to t
he door. I tell my assistant to hold my calls and appointments; nothing is going to need my attention more than this.

  I’m willing to bet this is the kind of start to a vacation every woman dreams about, and I always win my bets.

  Chapter 10

  Julia

  How the hell did I get myself into this mess?

  Here I sit in Killian’s office, trying to get information about resorts and travel agencies, but these four incredibly handsome men seem to have other plans for me.

  For a moment, I wonder if Nicole has anything to do with it, but I know better. She might have suggested for me to meet them, but would she encourage me to fuck them all?

  I think about that for a moment and realize she might think that this is exactly what I needed. After all, I did tell her once about my sexual history…or the lack thereof.

  “What’s going on here?” My voice teeters on curiosity and a little bit of fear.

  I can cut the sexual tension in this room with a knife, and I can’t stop shaking from the anticipation.

  Imagine yourself sitting in an office surrounded by four alpha males. How would you feel if they hovered over you, taking away all your personal space?

  For a second, I wonder if this is why the woman in the bathroom had looked at me strangely. Did this happen to her? Is this place the venue for some rite of passage for all the women who enter the building?

  My underwear is practically wet as I think about what I want to do with these men. I have never felt so out of control as I do right now.

  Xane is the first one to speak, his voice clear and precise. “We’ve decided to show you what a real vacation is like when you visit our resorts. If you don’t relax on your own, then we’ll teach you our way.”

  Xane brushes his fingers through my hair. A few strands tangle, but that doesn’t stop him. He combs right through my locks, showing no hesitation when he pulls my hair.

  I gasp but don’t stop him. Why should I? If a six-foot-four god of a man who makes your cunt ache with just his voice wants to do something to you, you let him—happily.