Blackmailed and Gangbanged by the Boss (Reluctant Group Sex) by JB Richards Page B

appeared, hardening as his hand stroked along its length,
growing even as his hips shifted, pressing the tip close to her
mouth. Rachel gasped, shock sending a shuddering ripple through her
as her boss pressed his manhood close.
    “ As long as you do everything I say, Rachel.”
His hand worked along his shaft, slow and hypnotic as he smiled
gently down at her. “And I do mean everything. You give me
everything I want, and I think you can dodge a bullet on
this.”
    Rachel kicked across the
floor, rolling her chair until it bounced hard against the desk,
her eyes widening. She’d never seen even a hint of such
aggressiveness lurking beneath Henry’s surface, but suddenly she
was confronted by his cock, one hand giving it gentle tugs as he
regarded her. She couldn’t take her eyes off of it, and all her
fear of the destroyed file vanished in a static of shock and
disbelief. What in the hell was going on here?
    “ Henry!” she hissed,
glancing around to see if anyone else was close, but the blinds
were still drawn closed. Her heart thumped heavy, and her hands
trembled as she tried to register the situation. Would he try to
force himself on her? She stared at the door for a moment,
contemplating once more running for her car, but held off. The
report. If she ran, there was no way she could keep her job. She
had no idea what had gotten into Henry, but maybe she could talk
some sense into him and set things right.
    “ It’s simple, Rachel,” Henry
said, hand tugging his manhood. He gave her a grin, and she had to
admit that he was attractive, even if he was her boss. “You do exactly what I
say, and I’ll sweep this under the rug. If you don’t... well... who
knows what might happen.”
    “ But... that’s
blackmail!”
    “ Your choice entirely,”
Henry said, giving one shoulder a flick of a shrug. “You can walk
out the door right now if you’d like, of course.”
Rachel rose on wavering legs and strode to the door, her skirt
swishing as she tried to keep from breaking into a full on
scramble. One trembling hand reached for the doorknob.
    “ Of course,” Henry said, and
she paused. “If you leave, I’ll make my report, and you’ll be out
first thing in the morning.” Henry took another step forward and
gave her a sultry smile. “Your choice, Rachel.”
    Rachel spun, deliberately
not looking down at his crotch, forcing herself to meet his eyes.
She needed the job desperately. It was the stepping stone to
everything she wanted in life. She stared at Henry, and blinked in
surprise as she realized she was actually considering his
offer.
    What the hell is wrong with
me? she thought, her mouth growing sandy
and dry. Did she need the job that bad? Was she really willing to
give in to Henry just to keep it?
She let her eyes wander his tailored form. He was quite easy on the
eyes, she had to admit, and the hardness that he stroked certainly
was impressive. It had been a while since she’d taken a man to bed,
having been so focused on schooling and her career. Would it really
hurt to get a little action? Wouldn’t it even be fun?  If
Henry had approached her and asked her out, wouldn’t she have even
said yes?
    Maybe , she thought to herself, but that would have been her choice.
This was different. Henry had given her a choice certainly, but...
She swallowed hard, and gave a terse nod. She needed the
job.
    “ Good decision,” Henry said,
corners of his mouth tugging up into a wide grin. “Now, take off
that blouse. Let’s see what we’ve got to work with.”
    Rachel shivered at the cold,
matter-of-fact nature of his voice, but let her hands slide up to
the top button of her mauve blouse. With trembling fingers, she
undid them, until finally she let the garment tumble from numb
fingers to the floor. She stood before him, arms crossed across a
muscled stomach, modest chest cupped snugly in her white and
lace-trimmed bra. Henry said nothing, just soaking in her form and
waiting for what was expected of her.