Cornered in the Elevator: Illicit Affairs with the Billionaire Partners

After new employee Ryan finds himself  trapped in an elevator along with the Partners of the multi-billion-dollar law firm for which he works, he quickly discovers there's nowhere to hide when the dominant, suave Nathan Harding and towering, muscular David Longfellow set their sights on the vulnerable young man.

Contains adult material including rough sex and double penetration by two dominant men.

Excerpt:

Mr. Harding interrupted again by placing a finger to my lips, hushing me. He still wore his faint smile, the finger hovering in close proximity to my face, almost playfully.

"It doesn't really matter, does it, Ryan? Like David said; we're lucky to have you." His fingertip brushed the edge of my lips, his eyes burning into mine. My stomach fluttered at the touch. I was at a loss for words, unable to look away from those piercing gray eyes.

Large, rough hands placed themselves on my shoulders from behind. I could feel the warmth emanating from Mr. Longfellow's towering frame as he leaned in close.

"I'm not sure Nathan mentioned this to you," Mr. Longfellow murmured in my ear, his voice like granite, "...but we've both had our eyes on you since you came on with the company. Our tastes run… quite similarly, I do believe." His breath, hot and steamy, made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up and sent shivers down my spine. His callused hands ran across my shoulders, making it difficult to concentrate. I felt my fear giving way to a growing sense of excitement, though I didn't dare focus upon it – not at work, not with my two incredibly wealthy and powerful bosses, and certainly not while stuck in a public elevator!

"I... I'm not sure what you mean," I stammered, fighting the urge to let my head rock forward. It might have been the alcohol, but I found myself growing hot under those powerful hands. They were strong, but amazingly deft, and seemed to possess a sixth sense allowing them to hone in on the parts of my neck that were most tense and in need of attention.

"I think, perhaps, you do, Ryan," Mr. Harding pressed on, brushing my cheek with his fingertips. My skin prickled at his touch, an electric sensation that made my knees shake. He leaned in, his eyes burrowing into mine. "You don't get to the top without having excellent instincts. And our instincts are never wrong," he whispered, cupping my chin.