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I join the call. “Hey, everyone! Good to see you.”

“It’s so good to see you. It IS good to see you. To see you.”

Hayden snickers at Michelle Michelle’s greeting.

Rinaldi says, “Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time to discuss budgets.” I mute and groan. Hayden waves to everyone and flips on his avatar. He’s muted. I look over at him and he’s missing. And then I feel him. I don’t look down because I’m on camera, but I double-check that I’m muted. Rinaldi is drowning us in numbers, and his hands are on me. I glance down and he’s grinning wildly. He pushes my skirt up. It’s not tight so it’s easy access for him. I’m not wearing anything else. His fingers immediately find me and trace my clit. I’m trying not to make any moves, but I’m so turned on.

I unmute to answer a question. My voice stumbles as he flicks my clit with his finger and a bolt of lightning hits me in all the right places.

“That’s the number I want as well.” I sound like I’m in pain.

“That’s fair to us, too. Sorry about earlier when I was a bit late,” says Vancouver Bob.

Rinaldi says, “Hayden, you want to weigh in here?” I thrust at him and he puts his headset to his lips.

“I’m on board with it all. I trust Bette.” And then he thrusts a finger inside me. He twists his microphone away from his mouth and hits mute. Then his fingers spread me open as he licks me straight up the center. I bite the inside of my cheek. There’s no way I can come with everyone watching me. I have to get out of this.

“Oh,” I say too loudly as he nips at my clit and circles while pumping fingers into me.

Michelle Michelle says, “Oh, what? Bette?” Shit. I didn’t mute.

Oh, he just pinched my clit again and isn’t letting go. My insides are on fire.

My voice is gravely and stilted. His fingers are curling inside me and I can’t take much more of this. I paste on a pained-looking smile and try to keep my eyes open.

“Oh, we should do the thing you were talking about.”

And then Hayden speaks, his fingers pinching my clit and another moving inside of me. I’m going to come while he’s talking.

His voice is a touch desperate sounding as well. “I agree with Bette’s point about Michelle’s numbers. They are impressive. There’s a lot of cash to be made in California. You just have to massage it right.”

He lets go of my clit and I gasp. And then he pets it. Pleasure purrs through every part of me, and I struggle to maintain.

Hayden continues talking while working me. “I think if we tweak the market and work it hard, we can get it to come to us. Coming might be the most important thing we can get the tech giants to do.”

Everyone laughs. It’s becoming too much. I slam my hand on my computer and hide my camera. I mute and look down at him. He puts a finger over his lips. The chatter is going on but I slump down, offering more of myself. He sucks my swollen clit, then fucks me with his tongue for a moment. Then he clicks his microphone back on, and I’m a writhing wet mess of need and want.

“And I can personally say I’m looking forward to the culmination of these ministrations we’ve been dicking around with for the last couple of minutes. I mean years.”

And then it’s on. I unmute. “Well said, Hayden. Sorry, something’s going on with my computer and I can’t get my camera to work. But I’m here.” I want to play his game. I breathe out. “Things are coming together nicely for us here in New York. We should be on the other side of all the buildup soon and the release will be nice.”

I mute and look down at him. He withdraws from me and I think I’m going to die. Then he pops up on his side of the table. My eyes are wide as he pretends to pay attention. He’s left me dying to come.

I stand and walk over to him. I straddle him and unzip his pants. His cock is hard. It’s always hard for me. Especially if he’s got me this wet. I palm his tip and he groans. I slide down between his knees and take him fully into my mouth as he slams his fist into his thigh and then flicks his microphone on.

“Bette. what do you think of a video presentation versus a physical presentation?” My head pops off his cock and I stare at him. He offers me his microphone.

I do care about this issue. “I personally only like video if we’re pitching video spots or social. A physical pitch is much stronger and provides us with more freedom to stretch concepts. If you show them a video, then that’s how it’s going to play out. Less open-ended and you’re trapped in one idea.”

I’m staring at his face and his jaw drops. I let the tiny microphone on his wire headphones go. And then he’s pulling me up onto his lap and his lips are on mine. His tongue assaulting and exploring every inch of my mouth. We’re carnal as they drone on over what I said. I can’t get close enough to him. He backs up and mouths to me:

Get on my cock.

I don’t hesitate, standing, then holding his hard-as-hell cock and sinking down onto it. As soon as I’m fully seated, I let out a loud groan. His eyebrows raise, and I’m overwhelmed by the feeling of him without a condom, which we’ve both realized just happened. It’s so intense and full.

“What was that? Hayden, Bette, are you ok?”

I mouth to Hayden: What the fuck?