I turn and scurry away, needing a moment before I beg him to fuck me regardless of who sees.
The door closes silently behind me, and while I hear the dull conversation from his meeting, I can’t miss his deep chuckle that follows me out, leaving me wet and needy all over again.
Watching her walk away challenges me in ways I wasn’t ready for. I want to chase after her. I want to chase her down and fuck her against every surface until there isn’t a thing I can’t look at and think of her through the entire floor, maybe the whole building someday.
I can’t wait to watch the security footage and relive this over and over.
My cock is so hard it hurts, and I don’t need to look to know she wasn’t the only one making a mess. The leg of my suit is wet from her, the same as my fingers. I look down, fighting the urge to lick them clean.
I’d been unsure how she would handle it if I fucked her here. When I offered her a reward or punishment, she seemed unsure, but now I know she’ll love it.
She’s fucking soaked, was even before I touched her.
I reach for my phone and shoot off a quick text to Alex. Her outfit has his name all over it; he knows I have a weakness for thigh-high anything, and he deserves a thank you. Maybe if he tunes in soon enough, he can enjoy the show.
The door opens, and Kat walks in once again, looking like she owns the place and making my stomach do a little flip.
I haven’t felt anything like this in years, but even then, it was never this intense, this consuming.
I’d told the staff to ensure she is treated with the utmost respect, more so than the rest of us. If not, I’d not only fire them but also have them blacklisted in the city. They would never work for anyone who mattered ever again.
It almost came back to bite me in the ass, though, when she walked into my office. I’d been more than mildly annoyed. This meeting had already lasted longer than I wanted as they talked in circles, unable to come to a true agreement, but to have it interrupted when I’d specifically told Grace to hold everything else. I’d been ready to fire whoever it was, no matter the reason.
That anger melted away with just one look at her.
No woman should have as much power as she does, but if any had to, I’m glad it’s her. Kat is perfect, humble, and caring—the perfect qualities in a mother, a lover, a wife, and a queen.
My queen.
The box in my drawer calls to me, but I push the thought away.
Her reaction to the necklace was a good gauge, one that let me know I needed to slow down or at least make it appear as if I hadn’t spent so much.
For now, I’ll be patient. I’m thoroughly enjoying every moment with her.
She pushes the door closed, and I see hints of her disheveled state—her rosy cheeks, the slight offset of her dress, and the unsteady rise and fall of her chest, even after time to collect herself.
My eyes are glued to her as she moves back toward me, making the urge to grab her and fuck her so consuming I almost do it, meeting be damned.
The look in her eyes stops me, though, pinning me to the chair as her eyes move over my lap. I know what she’s looking for. I felt the way she squirmed. I know she’s worried about the mess she made, but I couldn’t care less. I want to make a bigger mess.
Her eyes catch on the bulge that I couldn’t hide even if I wanted to, not that I do. I saw her reaction before she bolted out of the office. I fear that if I were to move right now, there would be no stopping me from fucking her. Meeting or not, they could watch or fuck off, though letting them watch might put a target on their back. My brother and Vince don’t strike me as men who would want their women seen outside of us.
My teeth grind together, and I realize with a start that I don’t love the idea either. Strange, I’ve never cared in the past, though Kat is different, special in a way that nobody before her was; nobody could be what she is to me, to us.
I watch as she walks back toward me over the top of my monitor. She seemed put together when she walked back in the door, but it appears as if that was all for nothing now, as her breathing hitches and she sucks her bottom lip between her teeth.
Kat makes it all the way back to me, stopping at my side just outside of the range of the camera. Even sitting, I’m just about the same height as her, but not quite; it’s one of the few times she’s ever looked down at me, and I watch the switch in her energy.
Her eyes flick up to the screen and then to my lap before a smile pulls at her lips, and she drops to the floor, scurrying under my desk.
I want to watch her, but I also know I’ve been asked a question that I’m expected to answer. So with every ounce of self-control I possess, I turn my attention back to the men on the screen and talk business as her dainty fingers slide up my legs from my knees all the way to my aching cock.
It shouldn’t feel so good. I’ve had women actually hold my cock in their hands and felt less, but with Kat, even this has me feeling feral.
I feel her fingers as she fumbles to undo my button and then unzip them, the sound feeling deafening despite the fact that we’re probably the only two who heard it.
She presses closer so that her elbows rest on my thighs as she rests between my legs, and I can’t help but glance down, needing to see her like this, to commit this moment to memory.
