Dane… in one of the rooms with a woman and another man.
Dane Hawthorne, my best friend and business partner… gloriously naked with chiseled muscles and a very erect and impressively huge cock. I stare at it without an ounce of contrition. He’s stroking it languorously while he watches the other man and woman fuck for a little bit. The guy is on his back and the woman’s riding him with abandon. Dane watches the couple, his eyes burning with hunger.
I step up to the glassed window, completely unabashed to be watching. There are others watching same as me, and it’s only fair… seeing as how Dane watched me Friday night.
Dane is pure male perfection as he walks over to the couple and kneels behind the woman. From out of nowhere, he has a condom on and a bottle of lube in his hand. With a large palm to the woman’s back, he pushes her forward until her hands hit the mattress by the other man’s shoulders.
I watch fascinated, turned on, and even slightly horrified as Dane spreads the woman’s ass cheeks so he can pour lube. My heartrate accelerates as he starts to finger her ass… one finger, then two, and finally a third.
Holy shit. The woman writhes and cries out, completely having lost the ability to move on top of the other guy. No worries, he’s just fucking her from below by thrusting his cock inside her.
And then my throat goes dry as Dane lines the head of his condom-covered cock up to her ass, and slowly pushes his way in. There’s no working back and forth, moving in and out. He just pushes in, inch by inch of his huge cock disappearing inside the woman.
I feel my own ass pucker in abject sympathy. While I’m very curious as to what that feels like, I’m betting there’s quite a bit of pain with it.
Couldn’t tell by the woman’s face, though.
She’s groaning, chewing on her lip, eyes bright with passion as the two men dominate her. Both set up a rigorous pace within her body, and I stare in wonder at the cocks moving in and out of her.
A sudden image flashes before me, me sandwiched in between Andrew and Dane, and my sex actually spasms from the thought. The reaction of my body so surprises me that I’m jolted away from the carnal scene before me.
I spin around, my panties soaked and my need high.
I need to find someone to fuck and fast.
My eyes sweep the room and then lock on another man who is staring at me. He’s very handsome with dark red hair, a beard, and piercing blue eyes. He crooks a finger at me, and I can tell by the look on his face he knows I need something.
By the way he’s beckoning me to him, I know he can give it to me.
CHAPTER 8
Andrew
3 weeks later…
Fabron Lemaire sits across the table from me, calmly cutting into his steak while he goes right to the chase. Before he spears the piece, he glances right to Dane, left to Avril, then back to me because it’s my language he’s speaking.
“My imaging cytometer is unparalleled and FDA approved. I’m confident we can adapt it to your analyzer,” he says in his heavy French accent.
“We would need to run some initial tests,” I tell him, unwilling to commit anything based on just how well his patent has worked in standard hematology analyzers.
“I’m willing to do that,” he says with an affirming nod, “but I’d want my own scientists involved.”
I’m shaking my head before he can finish his demand. “Impossible. Everything is done in a sealed laboratory.”
“I’ll sign a non-disclosure,” he insists.
“We’re not about to let a competitive company into our labs to work on this. You wouldn’t want us poking around your secrets.”
“Then offer me a partnership,” Fabron says. By the gleam in his eye, I know this was top priority in this meeting.
My eyes slide to Dane, who looks amused as he sits back casually in his chair. Fabron turns to look at him as well. “Dane… you know my company’s reputation. My patent is solid. While I don’t understand the technology you’ve developed so far, I’m confident with the little you’ve told me that my cytometer is what you need to push forward with FDA approval.”
Dane leans forward and tells Fabron, “We’ve got our own people developing a cytometer. Why shouldn’t we just stick with that?”
Avril gives my leg a slight kick under the table, and I turn to look at her. I do this knowing I can tune Fabron and Dane out at this point. As the CEOs of their respective biotech companies, we’re getting close to the nitty gritty. When Fabron wants a partnership interest, it pulls it off my plate and puts it squarely on Dane’s.
Avril gives me a pointed look, and I can see the question in her eyes.
Will Dane bring this guy into the company?
I shrug and look back to Fabron as he extols his company’s virtues to Dane. Fabron is in his early fifties, but he looks about ten years younger. He got his education in the States and then went back to his home city of Paris to open Révéler Biotech, where he’s been pioneering the methodology for disease detection for his country.
“Well, why wouldn’t I want to partner with Caterva?” Fabron asks. “You’re one of the most talked about biotech firms in the world. Your board of directors consists of three U.S. senators, a five-star general, and a former secretary of state. The entire world has their eyes on Caterva because if your machine can be vetted and ultimately approved, you’re talking about changing the entire way the medical industry diagnoses disease. It’s worth billions.”
“Tell me something I don’t know,” Dane says with an easy laugh. He likes Fabron and had originally approached him to sit on the advisory board, but he couldn’t commit due to some other familial obligations he had going on at the time.
“You have one of the keenest scientific minds heading up your R&D,” Fabron says as he gives a pointed nod of respect toward me. His gaze goes to Avril, and his eyes warm slightly. “And your chief operations officer is smarter than either of you men, as well as being undeniably beautiful.”
I roll my eyes because that’s just Fabron being French and a flirt. He’s never made it a secret how much he finds Avril to be attractive on prior visits, but he’s sincerely attracted to her mind as well. To my surprise, Avril doesn’t blush as I would expect. She’s never been that great about taking an honest compliment about her looks.
Instead, she meets his gaze with a steady one of her own, her lips curled up slightly in amusement. “Votre flatteur est inutile.”
Fabron laughs and points to me and Dane as he says, “Je ne cherche pas à te flatter c’est la vérité. Viens travailler pour moi. Tu seras bien plus heureuse qu’avec ses deux prétentieux.”
“I hate that you know French,” Dane mutters.
“What are you two saying?” I ask Avril with a good-natured smile.
Because she’s an overachiever, she stuck with her language studies of French long after she’d satisfied her requirements in undergrad. She’s done extensive traveling for pleasure throughout the country, and that’s normally where she takes her vacations each year.
Avril puts her elbows on the table. With a laugh, she waves at Fabron. Her voice is dismissive yet slightly flirty. “I told him he didn’t need to flatter me. He told me he spoke the truth and then offered me a job.”