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“I want to cum in your tight pussy,” he says in my ear. “Bend over the desk.”
He stands, pushing me up with him. He gently coaxes me toward the desk, pushing my back until I’m leaning over it. I feel him grasp the bottom of my skirt, hiking it up until it’s over my ass. Then he grabs my panties and slowly slides them down my legs. The rush of cold air against my center sends a flush of embarrassment through me.
“Widen your legs a bit, sweetheart,” Asher orders, and I do as he says.
I hear him unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants, and then I feel him at my entrance, and he slowly slides into me. A deep sigh escapes me as I’m filled. I grip the desk, moaning softly. I whimper as he begins thrusting in and out of me.
I cry out as his cock hits my sweet spot over and over again, my pleasure building like before. I feel his hand slide between the desk and the skin of my stomach, venturing lower until he finds my clit. He starts rubbing slow, soft circles around it, and I frantically buck my hips in response.
“Be my good assistant, and take it,” Asher whispers.
I nod, whimpering.
He picks up speed, both in thrusting and in rubbing my clit. I cry out in time with his thrusts, stars dancing before my eyes. Pressure is building in my lower stomach, and I’m clinging to the desk for dear life.
“Be a good girl and come for me, Olivia,” Asher orders.
And I do.
I crash over the edge with a strangled cry, hoping that no one in the office can hear me. Asher pumps in and out of me a few more times before finishing as well, emptying himself inside of me. He steps back, leaving me splayed over the desk as the waves of my orgasm crash through me.
I stand, hurriedly adjusting my clothing. When I glance up at Asher’s face, he’s flushed and smiling. He reaches out to brush a strand of hair behind my ear, and my stomach flutters.
“Ready for that meeting?” he asks.
I laugh, nodding.
Chapter 17
Ben stands from his desk, grabbing my attention. “The potential investors are here, let’s go greet them and escort them to the conference room,” he says, beckoning me to follow him.
I jump up from my seat, grabbing the stack of printouts off my desk and scurrying after Ben.
Standing at the reception desk in the lobby are three middle-aged men in gray suites. They smile warmly upon seeing us round the corner.
“Hi,” Ben greets, introducing us. “We’re Asher and Aiden King’s personal assistants. If you’ll follow us, we can head over to the conference room.”
One of the men meets my gaze, the side of his mouth turning upwards into a strange smirk. Unsettled, I quickly look away and follow Ben as we veer off to the left toward the hallway of meeting rooms. I glance over my shoulder. Surely the look was just an accident or a misunderstanding.
But when we enter the room, I notice the same man’s eyes on me again, and a hint of recognition dawns on me. He looks familiar … but why? I wrack my brain to place him but ultimately can’t. And why would I know him anyway? It’s not like my circle is filled with billionaires and venture capitalists.
I shake off the feeling, assuming he just has one of those faces that look familiar.
I take a seat next to Ben as Asher, Aiden, and Alec enter the conference room. Everyone introduces themselves, and after a few minutes of small talk, Alec starts off with his presentation. While I’ve seen Alec a handful of times in passing, this is my first real interaction with him. Like his brothers, he’s strikingly handsome, although he seems shockingly even more aloof than Asher. He’s all business.
Next, Aiden gives a brief video demo of their proposed product, and then Asher gets up to give his presentation. Our eyes meet briefly before he begins, and I look away quickly, trying not to blush remembering what we’d just done barely twenty minutes ago.
I busy myself with taking detailed notes as Asher gives his presentation. Feeling eyes on me, I look up a handful of times to see that same man staring me down. Every time I look up though, his gaze glances back to the front of the room.
Uncomfortable, I shift in my seat, trying to ignore him.
When Asher finishes his presentation, there’s a few moments of discussion until he suggests a break and that we all reconvene in about fifteen minutes.
I stand and exit the conference room, taking the time to use the restroom and then go to the break room for a cup of coffee. I pass Ben on my way in, seeing he had the same idea.
“Coffee run?” I ask with a laugh.
“You know it,” he says as he exits the break room. “See you back in there in a few minutes.”
