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Corporate Passion

Corporate PassionPride Publishing
ISBN eBook: 978-1-906811-39-6
Genre: MMF Ménage; Gay; Contemporary
Book Length: Novel
Release Date: December 1, 2008

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For Brassil Industries President, Shane Brassil, life is finally looking up. After years of begging his long-time lover, Damon Johnson, to return from London to take over the job of company Vice-President, he’s finally gotten his wish. Now Shane’s sights are set on the next leg of his plan. The sweet but sexy Rachel Ellerby has tempted him since the day he hired her as his executive secretary.

Now that Shane has everyone in the same place, it’s time to start the family he’s always longed for. He already knows Damon is interested, they’ve talked about bringing Rachel into their relationship for months. Rachel is definitely interested in him, the sparks between the two of them are too intense to misread, but how will she feel about Damon?

When a near-tragedy threatens to disrupt his plans, Shane will stop at nothing to keep the two people he cares about safe. Will it be enough? Or will outside forces tear the threesome apart?

Excerpt

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“Did you see that hot new guy Mr. Brassil was showing around today?”

“Of course I saw him,” Rachel Ellerby said to her best friend, Dot. “He’s been in and out of Shane’s office all morning.” Rachel picked at the salad in front of her. It was one thing to lust over your boss for almost two years, it was quite another to have those feelings for his friend and suspected lover. Rachel sighed and stabbed her fork into a cherry tomato. “What’s the point though? We both know Shane’s off limits.”

“Do we? You mean because of the whole gay thing? I’m not sure that rumour’s even true. I mean I’ve seen him look at you, a time or two, like he’d like in your pants.”

Rachel choked on the tomato trying to lodge itself in her throat. “God, Dot, are you trying to kill me?”

“I’m just saying that a man who looks at a woman that way can’t be one hundred percent gay.” Dot finished her sandwich and wiped her mouth.

“I’ve worked for him for almost two years, and despite my many attempts to get his attention, Shane has never even called me by my first name.” Deciding to just forget the rest of her salad, Rachel picked it up and threw it in the trash. She straightened her short, winter white skirt and put her pale pink blazer back on.

Rachel knew she looked good. She was a certified shopper. She may live in a shoe box of an apartment, but her closet was the envy of everyone in the office.

Dot frowned. “Why can’t I have your figure? It’s not fair you got all the good attributes and don’t even use them.”

“What do you mean I don’t use them?” Rachel looked down at her short skirt and skin tight matching sweater. “If my breasts were any more out there, they’d be in your lap.”

“Yeah alright, you look like a hot ticket, but when’s the last time anyone got a ride? Admit it, you’re more celibate than a monk and have been since you first laid eyes on Shane Brassil.” Dot threw her lunch sack into the trash and followed Rachel to the elevator.

Rachel smoothed her long auburn hair as they stepped inside. “I can’t help that all men seem childish next to Shane. There’s just something so strong and commanding about him. I refuse to accept second best, so I’m stuck with my trusty battery-operated friends.”

When they arrived at the fifth floor, Dot waved and went back to her job in the accounting department. Rachel’s office was on the twelfth floor, five floors below the penthouse where Shane lived. At the thought of Shane, her breathing picked up and her breasts seemed to salute the brass door in front of her. “Great, just what I need right now.” She quickly smoothed her hands over her tight sweater trying to calm down her apparent lust. The sensation against her nipples made them stiffen even more. Glad she was alone in the elevator, Rachel took the opportunity to squeeze the hard nubs, feeling the answering echo of pleasure in her pussy.

The doors opened, and before she could pull her hands off her breasts, Shane and his friend Damon Johnson stepped inside. Shane held the door and looked at her.

“Something wrong, Ms. Ellerby?”

Swallowing her mortification at getting caught fondling herself, Rachel shook her head and tried to cover. “No, Mr. Brassil. I was just cleaning a little salad dressing off my sweater.”

Damon openly studied her breasts. “I’d be more than happy to help you with that chore.”

Shane smacked Damon on the back of the head. “Stop getting my assistant flustered. Can’t you see she’s embarrassed enough?”

Damon looked at her sheepishly. “Sorry, Ms. Ellerby. That kinda just popped out of my mouth.”

“It’s okay, Mr. Johnson.” She stepped off the elevator and turned back towards the two men. “Will you be back after lunch, Mr. Brassil?”

“Yes. We’re just going upstairs for a quick bite.” Rachel nodded, and Shane let the doors close.

* * * *

As soon as the doors shut, Shane turned to Damon. “What the hell were you thinking? I’ve waited too long for this, for you to screw it up the first day.”

Damon wrapped his arms around Shane as the elevator arrived at the penthouse. He led Shane into the foyer then kissed him. “Sorry, but I can’t get her off my mind. I mean, I couldn’t help but notice her on my earlier visits. When you suggested the three of us? Damn, I’ve thought of nothing else since.”

“Not even me?” Shane teased. He knew exactly what Damon was talking about, but he wanted to hear the words.

Damon put his milk chocolate-coloured hand on Shane’s cheek. “I love you.”

Shane leaned in to Damon’s hand. God, he’d missed this man. “Been hard being without you. Two years is too long with only phone calls and sporadic visits to keep me satisfied. I’m just happy I finally talked you into moving back from London. Brassil Industries has acquired a top notch vice-president, and I’ve got you back in my bed where you belong.”

Dealing with Rachel on a daily basis had been pure torture. His hands itched to roam at will over those sweet curves of hers, but Shane had promised Damon he’d wait. With his lover finally in his arms for good, it almost seemed like a dream.

With the tip of his skilful tongue, Damon rimmed Shane’s lips. “Always wanted to be here with you. I just needed to prove to myself that I was worthy of being a VP. Now that I’ve pulled The Huntington Corporation out of bankruptcy, I know I deserve it.”

Opening his mouth, he let Damon’s tongue slip inside. Their lips sealed and the kiss sent them both into overdrive. Shane pulled his lover closer as the kiss became a battle of lips and teeth. He grabbed Damon’s ass and squeezed. “Need you.”

“Always.” Damon pushed Shane’s suit jacket off his shoulders. He loosened the red, power tie and started unbuttoning his tailored, white dress shirt.

Shane went straight for the belt at Damon’s waist. After that was out of the way, he quickly started on Damon’s dress pants, as his lover slipped the shirt off Shane’s shoulders.

Dropping to his knees, Shane looked at the gigantic, black cock in front of him. “Missed you,” he whispered, his lips against the crown of Damon’s steel-hard erection. Shane swiped his tongue across the mushroom-shaped head and smiled when Damon moaned.