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Dinner?
I am working late tonight. Will have to reschedule. Is that OK? I ask. I never ask. This man has me doing many things.
That is OK. I am down to eat whenever.
I throw my phone to the bottom of my bag and lay my head on the desk. I am not ready for this meeting. Soaking and needing relief, I quickly stand and close my door. Sneaking my hands under my skirt, I shimmy my panties off and put them in my bag. I walk back and forth in my office, trying to shake this off. Damn that man.
I spend the next few hours knocking my work out, and I am ready for my meeting. Sitting with the big billionaire, I have to smirk at reassuring him why he hired me. Why I am the best in the business. Why I am the best, period. I leave the meeting with an attagirl and minor changes that fit within the budget I had predicted.
I could skip in these heels, but I need to stay professional. As I walk through the floor, mostly everyone has left. I know I may have a few more hours to finish up my work, but I am shocked to find that Holly has left. A Post-it Note is on her screen saying she had to go. I shrug my shoulders and walk into my office. I immediately stumble. He is sitting at my desk. Hibachi take-out boxes, thank you, Holly, and a box of chocolate chip croissants paired with a cup of coffee. The smell… espresso with light cream.
My mouth hangs open at the surprise, and John throws some napkins at me. I giggle and squat to pick up the napkins at my feet. I hear John huff and quickly stand.
“Reese…” his voice trails off.
I look up at him, perplexed, until I feel it. My eyes expand. He slowly steps toward me and I stand still, waiting. John reaches behind me, closing the door. My breath hitches, feeling him exhale against my cheek. I trace the muscles that force him to swallow. My tongue runs along the back of my teeth. It’s the only thing that is holding me back from licking his neck. God, he smells good.
“Where is your underwear?” he whispers.
“In my bag. The thought of you makes me wet.”
I expect a growl or for him to pounce, but he doesn’t. He takes a step back, pulling my hand to follow. John guides me to my chair and gently nudges me to sit down. Handing me a fork as he takes out the to-go boxes of food. I hold the fork awkwardly with confusion. My body is on fire, literally on fire.
“Eat. You need your energy,” he instructs.
I nod my head, but my body doesn’t obey. I just stare at him. What kind of voodoo game is he playing and where do I learn this? He waits until I take a bite of food and swallow. He is still standing, staring down at me. Finally, he smiles.
“Eat more,” he says.
I go to take another bite, but out of the corner of my eye, I watch him lower to the ground, where he sits on his knees. Turning the chair toward him more, he pushes my legs apart and his mouth attacks my needy core.
“Oh, fuck!” I scream out and drop my fork.
His hand comes up and covers my mouth as his lips and tongue play tag team with my pussy. I am gripping anything I can hold on to for stability until he lets go of my mouth and pulls my legs over his shoulders. His mouth never retreats. My hands dig into his hair and hold on tight as he devours me like his last meal. I am quick to climax at his skills. Good God, holy hell!
He slowly pulls back and gently lowers my legs. I stare in disbelief at what just happened. In. My. Office.
He picks up my fork and hands it to me. Grabbing the other take-out box, he walks around the desk to sit opposite me. He eats and I am still trying to find words. He throws a bunched-up napkin at me and laughs.
“Eat. You need your energy to finish your work,” he tells me again.
I nod and eat. Still trying to figure out what the hell just happened. I look up at him.
As if he can read my thoughts.
“Don’t worry, baby, I will fuck you against that window when you finish with your work,” he says and winks.
Flames are shooting out of my skin. Who says shit like that?
CHAPTER 15
NOT AS THEY SEEM
Adam
Adam, you sly dog. I chuckle to myself, thinking of Reese the other night. Her innocence baffles me. She is sexy, confident, and assured in her life. I am glad that I affect her as much as I do when we are around each other. It’s becoming harder and harder, and I don’t mean my out-of-control raging hard-on. Just one thought and boom. When she crouched down to pick up the napkins and I saw she wasn’t wearing any underwear… my god, that angel devil gave me no choice. Did I fuck her against that window? You bet I did. A couple of different ways.
Standing outside DuPont’s preposterous mansion, watering his ridiculous garden. I’m wearing a large straw hat to cover my head and shoulders from the sun. I’ve covered myself with soil to match the disguise I am going for. I would look good with a tan, I have to say. Focus, Adam.
