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I pictured her long legs wrapped around my waist as I pumped into her.
Fuck.
Before I could think better of it, I flipped the lock on my door and dropped heavily into my leather desk chair. Within seconds, I had my shirt unbuttoned, pants and boxers dropped around my ankles, and my dick in my hand.
The moment my fingers wrapped around my flesh, I groaned, biting down hard on my lower lip to keep myself quiet. All that did was make me think of Amara’s mouth, those bee-stung lips that were painted a glossy pink today. I remembered how they tasted that night at the club, how she felt in my arms, the sounds she made. My hand moved faster, pumping up and down frantically, squeezing almost hard enough to hurt. But pain was good. Pain reminded me to stay the fuck away from her, even if it was her face that filled my mind as I pleasured myself.
My release snuck up on me, barreling down my spine as I thought of her outfit today, of the way that pencil skirt hugged her shapely thighs and showcased those long legs. I was glad I’d unbuttoned my shirt as I came in spurts all over my hand and stomach.
I sat there for a moment, staring at the mess I’d made. I knew I should be ashamed. Here I was, intent on pushing Amara out as CEO, yet I could barely keep my dick in my pants at the thought of her. But Iwasn’tashamed. The orgasm had done its job—taken the edge off so I could domyjob. And as long as I kept my dick out of her, there wouldn’t be any problems.
The following Wednesday morning, I buzzed my assistant on the intercom. I figured I’d made Amara sweat long enough, and it was time to ante up.
“Yeah, boss?” Jeff said when he picked up.
“Draw up the promissory note to allocate the funds for our CEO’s new marketing strategies and the canned cocktail roll out.”
I could practically hear his eyebrow raise. “You’re…giving her the money? What about—”
“Forget about all that,” I said, cutting him off before he could say whatever he’d been about to. He didn’t have the luxury of being ensconced in an office, and anyone wandering the halls could hear. “Get her the money. I offered her a trial run.”
“Okay,” Jeff said. “How long?”
“Labor Day. Well, technically the end of Q3, but we’ll give her those extra few days. It’s not like they’ll matter.”
My assistant let out a low whistle. “You’re ruthless.”
“Just doing my job.”
He snorted but tried to cover it up with a cough. “I’ll draw it up and bring it in for review. Give me twenty.”
“Thanks, Jeff,” I said.
The kid hung up without a response, and twenty minutes later, right on schedule, his knock sounded at the door. Jeff had a bad habit of pushing inside before I bid him to do so, and this time was no different. I ground my molars together to avoid shouting at him to go back out and try again. Too many people in these offices already thought I was a prick thanks to my tenuous relationship with Amara; I didn’t need to add my own assistant to that list.
The man got paid to do my bidding, and I didn’t want him toaccidentallyslip up and replace the sugar in my coffee with arsenic one day.
He placed the sheet in front of me, and I studied the note. It was standard language, a template prepared by our legal team wherein we amended the specifics on an as needed basis. The kind of thing we’d used thousands of times. Only, I’d never compelled the fucking CEO of the company to sign one. Leon would’ve beat my ass on top of my shoulders and reminded me his name was on the door. I wouldn’t be shocked if Amara did the same, but if she wanted her money, she’d sign the paper.
“Bring this down to Cindy for signature and come back here when you’re done,” I told him, handing the paper back.
That little chore took all of five minutes, four and a half of which I was sure Jeff spent flirting with Cindy. Amara must’ve been out of her office, because when Jeff returned, he was empty-handed.
Before he could retreat to his desk, I gestured to the guest chair across from me.
“What’s up, boss?” he asked when he sat.
“I want you to keep an eye on those funds. Set up a separate account, give her a new credit card, do whatever you have to do to keep track of every penny of that money. I want daily updates. If she uses it for anything other than company business, I want to know about it. I expect to know every move she makes for the next three months. Got it?”
“Yessir,” Jeff said with a sarcastic little salute that had me wanting to lean over the desk and slap him.
“That’s all,” I said, waving a hand in his direction, the universal signfor get the fuck out of my face.
I realized I was acting like a dick, but being around Amara always put me on edge. It was a constant battle in my mind between wanting to fuck her and wanting to tell her to her face she wasn’t cut out for the job she’d be given. I wanted to hold her and push her away. I wanted to see what she was capable of while also knowing this wasn’t her destiny.
“Fuck,” I breathed, running a hand through my hair, filling my nostrils when the scent of my pomade.
I was playing a dangerous game here, and if anyone found out about this little stunt and added it to the failed coup I’d attempted to stage in January, my measly ten shares in this company wouldn’t save my ass.Nothingwould save my ass, because Leon would bury it six feet under somewhere on the vineyard and use me to fertilize next year’s grapes.
