I squeezed down hard, fighting it for as long as I could. Trying to ride out that penultimate moment, that frenzied few seconds just before release when everything was lust and heat and fire…
“Ohhhhhhhh…”
I screamed into the bed, my own breath hot against my face. Then I heard it as well as felt it — the wet, frothy sounds of my pussy being pumped with a second load of cream. Brody cried out as he came, growling something that sounded like a stream of semi-coherent curse words. His cock thumped and pulsed inside me. His hands curled into claws, digging deeply into the two supple globes of my ass.
“Easy bro…”
My sexy classmate’s fingers relaxed a bit at Donovan’s warning. He kept on coming though. Kept pushing and grinding and shooting the last of himself, somewhere deep in my womb.
By the time he collapsed beside me, my own orgasm was winding down. I was breathless, desperate for oxygen. I rolled onto my side like a wounded athlete, gasping with euphoria instead of pain. I was hot. Sweaty. Totally satiated.
The entire room reeked like sex…
“Well shit,” Donovan laughed, sinking back to the bed. “We just broke about half of our rules.”
Brody was still catching his breath. He mopped his dirty-blond hair back with a smirk. “Hey, you started it.”
“She started it,” Donovan countered, jabbing a thumb my way. “Inviting us both over at once.”
“Not on purpose…” I breathed. “But I don’t mind telling you right now,” I smiled at the ceiling. “I don’t regret it.”
We sat together for a moment, recovering as one. Reflecting on what we’d just done with a long but enjoyable span of silence.
“So who’s gonna do it?” asked Brody.
Donovan and I turned to him simultaneously. “Do what?”
“Well somebody’s gotta tell Lincoln,” my classmate grinned, “that the rules have changed.”
Twenty-Eight
HOLLY
“See this right here?” I pointed. “These are dividend payments. They’re made directly to three different accounts, here, here, and here…”
Lincoln adjusted his glasses as he stared down at the financial statement. He was one of those guys who looked good in glasses. Like really, really good.
“The highlighted ones?” he asked. “What are they for?”
“Good question.”
The anomalies I’d highlighted in yellow had come from a balance sheet summary. It had taken me three hours of digging through his files to find the document, which was in the wrong place to begin with. Three hours and just as many cups of coffee.
“So… does this explain the missing money?”
“Part of it,” I replied. “Maybe all of it, if we go back far enough. This should be accounted for on your statement of changes in equity, though. Only right now, that’s the one piece that’s still missing.”
Lincoln’s mouth twisted strangely. He looked thoughtful, confused… and maybe something else, too. All at once.
“When does she come in?” I asked.
“Eight thirty.”
“Then I’d better get out of here now,” I said, glancing at an expensive-looking wall clock. “If you don’t want her to see me.”
It had been Lincoln’s idea, to come in early and scour the records. He didn’t want to alarm Kathy though, or upset her needlessly. His CFO was very sensitive about the way she kept the books. And she’d been working for him ever since he’d started the company.
“I owe you one, you know,” he smiled. Reaching out, he pulled me against his body.