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I’m on fire. I know no one can see us, but just the thought of how exposed I am causing my head to shake furiously. This is not me. I don’t want that. I want normal. I want lovemaking. I want—
“Oh God.”
He grinds into me again, and my pelvic bone rubs against the glass. I’m swollen with need. Knowing how wrong this is, the ways I’m scantily dressed, allowing someone I barely know to say and do such indiscreet things to me…
“Answer me, Ms. Stone, or we’re done for today.” He reaches in front and teases my clit. The lace does nothing to lessen his touch. “Sopping wet,” he whispers, pushing aside the lace to investigate further. I close my eyes. His mental games have me already falling over the edge of exploding. If he touches me as I pray he does, I won’t last. But I want nothing more than for him to take what he wants.
“Yes, I want you to fuck me,” I moan, my own voice unfamiliar. He enters me with one finger, and the sound from my lips grows louder. I’m embarrassed by the way he brought me to this place so easily. With each pump, I anticipate the next. And the next. Until I’m squeezing his finger, trying to breathe while remaining standing.
Damien takes my earlobe into his mouth and sucks gently. “So eager. I never expected that from—”
A bang on the door startles me, and a low growl erupts from Damien. “What is it?” he barks at the door.
“Simmons,” is all Fredrick says. Damien pulls away, and instantly I feel the coldness of his absence on my back. I’m suddenly shy, afraid to turn around. I wish my clothes were closer. I look around. Shit, where are my pants?
“I need to take care of something. Stay put.” He turns and walks away. The door opens and shuts, and I’m left alone. I stay against the window, and spot Damien walk across the empty dance floor and shake hands with a man. They exchange a few words, and Damien points, instructing his guest forward. The man obeys and begins to walk. I don’t take my eyes off him. With each step he takes, he radiates such dominance—in work and in play. Just before he disappears through the far hallway, he turns, his head lifts, and he locks eyes directly with me. I know he can’t see me from where he stands, but it doesn’t stop him from bringing his finger into his mouth, sucking off the remnants of my juices.
“Jesus almighty,” I whisper, and he’s out of sight.
I hurry to dress, debating on leaving. This is out of hand. I just need to be upfront with Christine and tell her what’s really going on. Selling myself to the son of Satan was not in my plan. If she is my true friend, she’ll understand. She’ll see that I tried, and how much our friendship means to me. She should respect that I just can’t continue doing what I’m doing. I search for my phone that must have fallen out of my hoodie when Damien tossed it. I find it under the black leather couch and take a seat, checking my missed calls. No shocker Sylvia sucked up half my battery with her array of texts, each one threatening to take me down, ruin my friend, blah, blah, blah.
What the hell did I get myself into? I sigh, resting back against the couch pillow. More importantly, how do I get myself out of it?
I’M STILL IN MY MEETING. With the first passing hour, my excitement rose, knowing Jensen would be on pins and needles, anticipating my next move. The erotic image of her flushed cheeks at each possibility. I expected this meeting to be quick, but then another hour goes by, and I’m still stuck in this conference room. My fingers tap profusely on the long oak table. I stare at my right hand, remembering my finger deep inside her cunt. Her sweetness coating my finger. The taste of her. It was like no other.
I need this meeting to end.
“Mr. Cross, the numbers seem right. I suggest taking the deal. I haven’t seen anything come through this solid since we started.” Jeffery Simmons, my lawyer, sits across from me, showing me what he’s collected.
I know what the numbers look like. Good, but not good enough. I abruptly stand. “No. Keep looking. Come back when you have better numbers for me.” Simmons stands with me and shakes my hand. He knows not to say another word.
Walking out of the conference room, I head straight to my office. Glancing at my watch, I realize it’s been almost three hours. If she defied me and left, I have no problem sending Fredrick to retrieve her. I’m far from done with her for today.
