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She perches on the chair opposite and nods, pushing the folder across the desk and saying with a hint of undisguised excitement. “I have a plan, and it’s a good one.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.” I say, directing a dark stare her way, and I love the way she squirms on her seat.
“Miss. Solomon said it was an excellent one.”
I can see the pleasure in her eyes as she says it, and I’m happy for her. Obviously, whatever she has come up with has passed the test of the great Queen herself and I’m interested to hear it.
“Go on. Explain it to me.”
The folder remains unopened, and she says with an excited sparkle in her eyes. “Fantasy. A masquerade evening where the customers purchase a golden ticket and hide behind masks. Tickets will be sold online and limited to your capacity and the ticket holder is guaranteed anonymity as they enjoy an evening without fear of being recognized.”
I lean back and study her with a blank expression. She is waiting for my response, but I don’t give her one.
My mind is working fast because this could be the opportunity we need. It’s actually ingenious because it suits my plans and brings much needed revenue to my club. It’s an opportunity to bring down my enemies and will require careful planning.
“What do you think?” She breaks the silence and I nod, slowly.
“It has potential.”
“Really?”
She smiles like an eager puppy trying to please its master and points to the folder. “It’s all in there. We have devised a PR campaign to gain interest, adverts, internet posts, and a banner in Times Square. I just need you to sign it off and we will get to work. As I’m sure you realize, we don’t have long and need to move fast.”
“I don’t need to see what’s inside the folder, Miss. Powell.”
She peers at me anxiously as I say lazily, “I need to see what’s under your dress.”
“Excuse me.” Her eyes are wide, and I growl, “Face down on the desk, Miss. Powell. Then I will consider your proposal.”
The way her eyes light up causes the blood to rush to my cock instantly and as I stand, she does too and while I head to the door and lock it with a satisfied smile on my face, she does as I say. When I turn, it’s to the delectable sight of her ass waving in the air and I groan inside. This is what I’ve been fantasizing about all day, and it can’t wait another minute.
I prowl across the room, reaching for the eye mask hidden in my pocket and as I reach her, I slip it over her eyes and whisper huskily, “As you are such a fan of masks, you may want to try this one out.”
Her breathing is fast and as I lift her skirt, her low moan tells me exactly how compatible we are. I feast my eyes on the panties that caress her ass and tear them off, jealous they are even touching what’s mine. She pants as I kick her legs apart and unfasten my pants, dropping them to allow my cock his freedom.
She says nothing, and the tension is thick in the room. I can almost taste expectation in the air and as I run my hand around her peachy ass, I growl, “I’ve been dreaming of this moment since you walked into my club.”
“Fuck, Shade. You will be the death of me.” She hisses as her whole body trembles, waiting for something that she desires more than anything at this moment.
I growl, “Lie on the desk and remain still. Arms flat on the desk, your face to one side.”
I press my hand on her back so she can’t move and as I enter her slowly from behind, she gasps as I inch inside, slowly, steadily, and with no urgency.
“That is so good.” She groans as I fill her completely and, bending down, I whisper in her ear, “No talking.”
The air is electric all around us as I possess my woman, mixing business with pleasure. She is not the first woman I’ve fucked over this desk, but I have a strong feeling she will be the last. Why would I want a whore when I have a woman like her? Beautiful, brave and interesting. Fearless and as chaotic as I am. She is my match, which makes this even more delicious as I slide in home, again and again. Loving the knowledge I am fucking my woman.
I increase my pace and watch her nailed to my desk. Faster, more frantically with an urgency that causes her to pant. Her low moans turn me on as I power in relentlessly and I sense her building orgasm about to hit her hard. It turns me on as she clenches my cock and squeezes it, milking it and causing me to roar. As my hot salty cum comes in waves, I fill her completely, loving that in this moment, nothing can come between us.
I own her, I possess her, and I really believe I love her. That can be the only reason I have such an insatiable need for her, and it’s not just her body. It’s her mind too. Now she is back where she belongs—under me, by my side and later in my bed. Now I understand why Killian is so possessive of his wife, because if anyone tries to take her from me, I’ll kill the bastard.
She lies breathlessly on my desk and whispers, “So, is that a yes?”
It makes me laugh and spinning her around, I lift her close to my chest and whisper against her luscious lips, “I think that was better than a handshake. Don’t you?”
She grins and then shrugs, saying with a twinkle in her eye, “I’m not so sure.”
As my lips silence her, she tastes better than any drug, any gourmet meal, or any business deal that makes me money. She tastes of hope, freedom, and fulfillment. She tastes of everything I ever want in life, and I pity the poor bastards who believe they stand a chance of taking her away from me.
