“Can your vibrator do this? Fuck you hard until you come again?” I ask.
She refuses to respond, even as sexual need colors her face.
I fuck her until my knees shake and she nearly passes out from a series of orgasms. But even then, I feel like I’ve lost.
Chapter Forty-Two
Aspen
By the time I leave Grant’s office, it’s almost noon. My legs are unsteady, and the flesh between my thighs feels swollen and slick, even though I cleaned myself up in his office.
Thankfully, everyone’s too busy to look up from their laptops. Grant wasn’t kidding about dumping work on Don and Matthias, and they must’ve grabbed a bunch of junior associates and analysts to assist.
Pasting on a neutral smile, I sit at my desk and take a long, calming breath. But it doesn’t work to settle my nerves.What got Grant so mad and weird?Does he want to do it again? Is he going to be a jerk about it and make my job even more difficult? Or maybe fire me?
Well… If he tries to fire me, I’m suing him for wrongful termination.
I start to purse my mouth, then stop when my lips sting. He kissed me wildly, without any of the finesse I remember. What triggered him to kiss me like that in the first place?
But what was more disturbing was my reaction. I succumbed to the kiss, like it was the most natural thing in the world for him to claim my mouth. And Iburnedfor him. It’s humiliating how wet I got. How easily I climaxed.
The only consolation was that he couldn’t seem to control himself either. And he kept trying to kiss me even though I turned my face away. The kisses remind me too much of the affection he used to shower me with. They clouded my judgment, until my heart fluttered, like the sex between us meant something.
I can’t let him kiss me freely, not when his kisses have such power over me. And especially not when I know it’s foolish to try to put any sort of meaning behind the act. He was probably just horny, and, to be honest, so was I. The last time I had sex was… God, I can’t even remember.
Besides, he waited until I was better dressed before making his move. He’s such a snob that he can’t bring himself to touch me unless I’m in a designer dress.
I had more orgasms in his office than I have in…over a decade. But it was cleansing, in a way. Like a Grant detox. I’m completely, utterly done with him, and we won’t ever do anything like that again.
Chapter Forty-Three
Grant
Aspen stays away from me as much as she can for the next few days, and I give her space because I need to figure out why I’m having trouble evicting her from my mind after that sex in the office. And why does my dick continue to get hard in the morning every time I see her? I came three times inside her, until my brain basically turned into oatmeal, so why do I continue to obsess about her?
Maybe because something about her bothers you? Something’s puzzling you?
Maybe it’s because there are things about her that I know nothing about. I hate not having complete information about the people I’m dealing with. I didn’t care if I knew nothing about Yvette or the other women, but there are exceptions to rules. Aspen happens to be one at the moment. That doesn’t mean she’s special.
No woman will ever be special again.
But I don’t have time for a detailed reading of her HR file. One of the companies we’ve invested in has a massive scandal that’s impacting their reputation and the marketability of their product. Cutting off our funding is an option, but I prefer to avoid that, since I have to consider our investors’ best interests. I have a fiduciary duty to maximize their return.
The mess would’ve been easier to clean up if the founder hadn’t tried so hard to protect his daughter, who’s not only their marketing VP but at the center of the scandal. If she was going to have an affair with one of the staff, she should’ve made sure he wasn’t making a video of them playing out her fantasy of forcing him. And she should’ve at least made sure to fool around with someone smart enough not to make his phone passcode123456.He might as well have begged to be hacked. And the hackers accepted the challenge and posted the sex video everywhere.
The idiot privately blackmailed the company, saying he’d tell everyone he was forced. And the VP responded by denying it was her in the video, since she’s married with four children, even though the video shows her face clearly.
My neck is tight from marathon phone calls and meetings. Terence is resentful that everything has to come out and his daughter’s marriage is irrevocably damaged, but I really don’t give a damn. Her inability to keep private things private isn’t my problem. Her lack of common sense negatively impacting our investment is.
Larry and I leave together after our final meeting with the company at their headquarters.
“One more day and we can take time off and just forget all this,” Larry says with a wan smile.
“A happy hour won’t be out of order.” Everyone has worked hard, and I want to reward them. As soon as we can get our money plus the returns we’re expecting on this venture, I’m divesting fully. Life’s too short to clean up somebody else’s mess.
Larry perks up some more. He loves free booze even more than women. “Awesome.”
My phone pings, and I glance at the screen, praying it’s anyone but Terence and his daughter. But it’s Leah from HR.
