Taken By My Brother's Dangerous Best Friend

OLIVIA

"Bend over," Harmon said, motioning towards the desk in his office with his head.

I was so blown away that words failed me.

Harmon Chancellor, COO of Hunter Industries, said what now?

"Wh-what?" I eventually stammered, watching him take off his jacket and toss it onto his chair before my gaze fell on the tent in his pants.

"Do you want it, Olive?" he deadpanned, making me uncertain he meant what I thought he did as his gaze followed mine down to his dick. "Bend the fuck over so I can give you my dick," he persisted, taking his cufflinks off.

He placed them on the desk and rolled up his sleeves.

My mouth went dry and my body complied all on its own. As I laid my hands on the cool mahogany desk before me and bent over before him, flashes of last night filled my head.

Yes boys and girls, my decade long crush fucked me silly last night. And no, my forbidden obsession did not disappoint.

If I was looking for reasons why Harmon wasn't the right man to obsess over for ten more years, fucking him was the wrong call.

"This is what you want, right?" he asked again, a slight edge to his voice as his hands slid under my skirt and onto my thighs.

"Harmon," I purred, instantly going weak in the knees, a shiver going down my spine.

"Answer me, Miss Hunter," his husky voice whispered, his lips pressed up against my cheek as his arm wrapped around my middle to steady me.

"What happened to it won't happen again?" I whimpered, struggling to get the words out as his thumb hooked into the band of my thong.

He dragged the band down one thigh slowly then moved over to the other.

"What choice do I have, Olive? If I don't fuck you, you'll never be satisfied. I rather hoped last night had done the job, but here you are, trying to ruin my life for dick." He seethed, pulling the rug out from under me with the sudden hardening of his tone. "How many more times do you want it, baby girl? How much do I need to fuck you so you'll stop fucking with me?"

Once again, the rejection hurt like a bitch. He completely blind sided me.

Yes, again.

Mr. Inconsequential didn't say no to me like he did to everyone else.

Except when it came to us fucking.

And cue my role: pretending not to give a shit.

I wasn't about to let him see that I was dying inside, pining for the man hovering over me like he was on the other side of the world.

So close yet so far.

"Get over yourself, you dick. I'm not fucking going to Cupid's Cove for you," I sassed him, rage exploding out of me as tears prickled at my eyes.

I tried to spin around to face him head on despite my heart breaking, because I was a fucking Hunter and he was just a boy.

Anticipating this move, he grabbed onto me by my hair and pinned me down onto the desk face first. My wet pussy came instantly.

Nope. Not a boy. Definitely all man.

"Wake up, Olivia." He hissed, pulling my skirt up and grasping the fabric of my thong to yank it down to my knees.

-Spank-

Fuck, did he actually just... really?

"Will would lose his mind if he knew what I was doing to you right now."

And yet... -Spank-

Yup, definitely spanking me. The sting was delicious.

"Remember Will?"

-Spank-

More, please.

"My best friend?"

-Spank-

Was his voice getting louder faster than the sounds of the smacks to my ass?

Couldn't tell. Too entranced by his intoxicating touch.

You're fucking doing this on purpose, aren't you?

"Your brother?"

-Spank-

"Our boss?"

-Spank-

"I'm Harmon Chancellor. I don't do dumb shit, baby girl," he rasped.

So he said, but the thunderous sound of one of his big hands connecting with my ass cheeks was relenting. He had me buzzing with excitement under him.

Chemistry and sexual tension crackled in the inches separating my cunt from his dick.

Dear fuck, how could he stand it? Was I the only idiot whose pulse rose when we were close to each other?

Explain those fucking effortless smiles and intimate bear hugs every time you see me then, Mr. Inconsequential.

"Exactly. Our boss. This trip is work. If you happen to pay me some special attention along the way, I won't say no. There's nothing dumb about improving a girl's opinion about your performance in bed, Harmon." I taunted him, voice rising with each word as the slaps to my ass increased in intensity.

Being billionaire Will Hunter's sister meant no one expected me to have a brain. I was just a good fuck. Billy was my idol. I just wanted to make him proud.

Harmon knew this shit. Until last night, he was my biggest supporter. Then we fucked and suddenly bringing me on the trip (that WE had been prepping for for months) would be a distraction? Oh fucking really?

My sass was my undoing. The burning sensation left behind by his spanking brought the dwindling orgasm roaring back to life. Before my quivering legs could give out, he spun me around, grabbed my thighs, picked me up and placed me on his desk with a thud.

"Shut the fuck up. People will hear you. You've had better? Lying slut," he said with a low, menacing growl as his hulky body jammed itself in between my spread legs, hands wandering up to my hips.

I smirked, catching a glimpse of the hunger etched into his facial muscles before his mouth came down hard on mine.

I knew me saying that to him would get under his skin, but it was my only defense to him telling me, "This never happened" the morning after he made my dreams come true.

My legs wrapped around his waist without a second thought. I pulled him down onto me. We claimed each other's lips readily, opening up for each other like lovers do, pulling at each other's tucked in shirts.

As his lips traveled down to my neck, hands grabbing at my breasts through the fabric of my shirt, I bit down on my lip, willing myself to be quiet.

To obey. Indulge. Like last night.

"Please, Harmon. Don't stop. I want you. Fuck what Billy thinks because you want me too," I purred, as the world fell away for the delusions I had that we might actually happen this time.

We were four years in the making. At least, to me we were.

Emboldened by his frenzied movements, I slid a hand down the front of his pants, my fingers wrapping around his dick.

Blood roared in my ears. My clit throbbed with need.

But evidently, we weren't on the same page after all.

Me touching his naked cock shut the kissing and groping down instantly.

Just like that, heaven turned to hell.

OLIVIA

He pulled away from me forcefully, staggering backwards.

"Shit. Dumb ass," he cursed under his breath.

A pang went through my chest, until he said, "What the fuck is wrong with me?" and my heart soared.

The strain on his face. The loss of control.

He stood up straight and started tucking his shirt back into his pants. Lustful eyes trailed up and down my body as he worked to steady his breathing.

His facial expression was art in the making. Raw. Unapologetic. Hungry.

"No fuck what Will thinks. Watch your mouth. You're my sister, Olive. He's my brother. You're my family. I can't be the guy you're fucking, angel. You're too important to me for that," he said, imploring me to understand as he let me down gently.

Why did I think last night meant things would be different now?

Mr. Inconsequential was a one and done kind of guy.

I knew that.

I let him fuck me anyway.

The pang returned to my chest ten fold. My pulse dropped. My breath hitched in my throat.

"What the fuck was I last night, Harmon? Available?" I threw back at him sharply like some fucking clueless cliché who didn't know his reputation.

What was I saying? We were the same, Harmon and I. Olivia Hunter usually begged for them to leave.

That was why we got along so well.

"Precious," he said, reaching out to cup my cheek like he was used to doing.

I turned my face away from him with a frown, unable to keep looking.

Here come the fucking feelings. If there was any doubt, last night confirmed it.

Olivia Hunter knew fucking... and that wasn't what we did.

See because no one else had ever made my body sing for him like that before.

Stolen looks across the office. Late business dinners during which we closed impossible deals together. Falling asleep together on the couch at the mansion.

We were an effortless, perfect team. I was smitten. Besotted with the one man who didn't want me.

Wanting him let his hand drop instead of touching me more was insult to injury.

Glimpses of guilt flashed under the heat in his eyes. Was there a little fear in there too?

I must have looked too hard, unable not to despite the lump in my throat, because his gaze dropped.

"You're perfect Olive, but you're not mine. There's more to me than you know, baby girl. I'm fucking dangerous and not just to your cunt," he said with a heavy sigh, unfolding his sleeves.

I watched him turn into the flawless Harmon I was used to as he put his cufflinks back on. By the time he slid his jacket on, Mr. Inconsequential's soulless eyes were back and I was shattered.

One. More. Fucking. Time.

"I've known you half of my existence. If I don't know you, I don't know anyone Harmon," I said matter of factly, feeling vulnerable and small as I hugged myself, desperate not to cry.

"You're not going with me to Cupid's Cove. End of discussion," he said, that cool finality that I always thought was so sexy deepening the sting of rejection.

I was so stupid in love with him that somehow he still had me transfixed.

Rooted to the spot before him. Getting lost in drawing closer.

The scent of his cologne. How quickly he'd dressed himself again, not a hair out of place.

So taken in by him.

For a moment there, our eyes locked and my heart convinced me that I heard wrong and he cared about me like a lover should.

He didn't though. My crush was unrequited.

An eight year age gap.

He was the most powerful man at the company, second only to Billy.

Despite my last name, I was just his intern.

Who could blame him for seeing nothing but a child when he looked at me?

I was wrapping my arms around his neck again before I knew what I was doing.

This much he had always let me do. My tormentor would console me. At this point, it wasn't even about the sex anymore.

I just wanted him to hold me.

To say it was okay to be with him. And damn it, no one held me quite like he did.

Was it easy to play the whore for him?

Yes.

That way, I didn't have to show him what was behind the lust.

We could both pretend it wasn't happening... whatever it was.

Maybe there was no it.

This thing between us, had I made it all up in my head?

"Harmon, can't we just-" I spoke with trembling lips as my mouth neared the collar of his shirt, a dull ache lingering in my chest.

You really would think me a fool if you knew the full extent of it, wouldn't you daddy?

I love you.

I want to have your babies.

Be your wife.

Be your everything.

You can't say that shit to Mr. Inconsequential, can you?

"Daddy doesn't think with his dick, baby girl. I decide who I fuck and it's not going to be you. You're staying in LA," he said sternly, grabbing a firm hold of my arms and dragging them away from his body.

Hooded eyes, refusing to meet mine again.

Just as well.

Who wanted him knowing about the tears in mine?

If he saw how pathetic I really was, would he pull away altogether? Fucked up as our situation was, that I just couldn't stand.

So I made a calm exit, headed straight for the elevator and went home. Where I spent the rest of the day crying my eyes out.

Perks of being a billionaire's sister, who just fucked her boss?

No one came looking when you skipped work.

Later that night, I decided to join my friends at a frat party to drown my sorrows.

Barely two hours into the party...

"Graduation body shots!" I screamed out into the crowd.

Was I seeing double as I laid myself down on the table and lifted up my shirt? Why yes, yes I was.

"Shit. Did I call Harmon... Or not?" I blurted out as unfamiliar lips approached my navel. "You might want to reconsider if I did," I told beefy fuckboy number one of the evening.

"Harmon can wait his turn, just like the rest of us," fuck boy number one declared.

"I'm not really the patient type," Harmon said, forcing his way to the front of the crowd I had drawn.

Shit.

Yes to the drunk dialing then. Wonderful.

Harmon held out a big hand and said with an irked sigh, "Come."

OLIVIA

My head tilted to the side. Laying eyes on him gave me butterflies. I broke out into a fit of giggles as joy and sadness collided inside me.

Just fucking accept me.

Love me, damn it.

Why do you look at me like that if you don't give a shit? Why don't your actions match your words?

Still beaming, I said, "Don't you remember, daddy? It takes a little more work to make my pussy do that."

Fuck boy number one bumped Harmon's shoulder menacingly. His friends came to surround my protector.

Dread settled in my stomach as testosterone leaked out of them like my cunt was the last viable one on earth.

"Sounds like the lady wants to stay and have a good time," my would be revenge fuck said smugly.

I shook my head, then groaned when I remembered I was drunk.

"Time to goooooo," I said, struggling to get up, trying to avoid a scene.

Well, a bigger scene.

"Sounds to me like you're looking for a fuck toy for the night. Look elsewhere," Harmon said, voice ice cold, not so much as a flicker in his face.

When would these pretty boys learn? Daddy didn't get told no.

Six to one.

It wouldn't help them a lick.

My drunken brain didn't register when the beefcake jocks and Harmon started trading blows. I blinked and it was over.

Before the stranger whose bed I was not making it into tonight could hit the floor, I was tossed over Harmon's shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

Deep, harsh strides soon carried us outside, my face rubbing up against Harmon's toned back muscles through his fitted shirt.

Was this why I came out tonight? To give him a reason to come after me?

Maybe.

Long before we fucked, the feeling of being thrown about by his strong arms never failed to get me all hot and bothered.

"Harmon, you're cock blocking me," I screamed from my upside down posture, getting dizzier with every step Harmon took as I threw my tantrum.

He set me down on my feet gingerly, then opened the door to the passenger side.

"Maybe when you start selecting companions with dick sizes that indicate some form of maturity, I'll stop. Get in the car," Harmon growled, barely able to contain himself.

"Make me," I said, folding my arms in a huff.

"Get in the fucking car or I'll bring Will out here to see what a train wreck his sister is," he ordered, knowing he wasn't playing fair.

It wasn't like I didn't already know I was going with him. It just annoyed the hell out of me that he knew it too.

"I tried the whole big dick thing earlier today, remember? You refused to stick it into me," I sassed him, puckering my lips and blowing him a kiss before bending to his will and sliding into my seat.

He slammed my door closed and jogged over to the driver's seat and slid in beside me. Now sitting next to me, his whole body turned towards me and he leaned in.

My heart stopped.

Fuck, he was beautiful up close.

Not handsome. Not hot.

Beautiful.

Like an angelic devil closing in to steal my soul.

"Ouch," I said, wiping away a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth with my fingertips.

Genuine concern flooded my body, despite Harmon having bled far worse for me in similar situations.

"You've got to stop showing up like this. You'll make me think I still have a shot, daddy," I slurred, then promptly closed my eyes while he strapped me in.

Right. Seat belt. Duh.

If he responded, I didn't hear it. By this point, I had dozed off.

Harmon sped down the busy roads of LA, leaving me on the verge of throwing up by the time the car stopped.

I found myself in a familiar garage. This brought a smile to my face despite everything spinning around me.

Because Harmon had elected to bring me back to his.

Back up in his apartment, the very place we had our night together, he laid me down on the couch like I was precious cargo.

The pain in my chest intensified. I couldn't help it.

I felt cared for and like I mattered.

Fucking confusing asshole.

We came face to face once more as he covered my body with a blanket.

"It's going to be okay, Olive. We'll just go back to normal when I get back. Just forget last night," he said dotingly, cupping my cheek.

This time he didn't hesitate.

I could feel his eyes on me. His body lingering by my side.

Yeah. Sure. Totally. So simple.

I was on the couch, not in his bed.

Still, those intense eyes.

For a moment there, he had me thinking I'd get a steaming goodnight kiss. Or maybe a snuggle.

Anything was better than being alone tonight.

Just as my pride alluded me and I was about to see if I could make something happen, his phone rang.

My heart sank.

Only one person called him this late at night.

"Tell Macy I said hi," I mumbled groggily, turning my back on him.

Yes, boys and girls. There was a girlfriend.

Well, sort of.

They broke up right before Harmon and I hooked up, but that wasn't uncommon.

Macy and Harmon were on again off again.

Why?

Because he was always with me.

For work, of course.

Just. Work.

"For fuck's sake, it was a work meeting, Macy. Get over it," Harmon grumbled as his voice got further and further away.

Technically it was.

I mean there really was a meeting before the fucking.

I heard my name mentioned several times in the back and forth between them, unable to tune out their argument despite it happening in his bedroom.

Which I wasn't in. Wouldn't be in. Not tonight. Or ever again.

It was all I could do not to cry out his name for her to hear as my fingers slipped past the fabric of my thong.

Macy was... age appropriate.

An agent to supermodels.

Not his best friend's kid sister.

Also she somehow got him to keep going back to her for a whole year.

That was like a record for Harmon.

So pretty much his future wife then.

Right.

I really was pathetic.

I laid back, rolled up in a blanket kissed by his scent.

Too broken for tears, I inhaled deeply and slid two fingers into my pussy, wishing they were his dick.

Look what you do to me, Harmon Chancellor.