“These will be essential meetings, as I’m sure you’re aware, Mr. Sinclair. We want to ensure your entourage is compact but enough to meet your needs.”
His other hand reaches down to fondle his balls, and my pen falls to the floor.
“Yes, of course. The aforementioned list should be sufficient, and as long as my secretary, Ms. Bedford, is around, we’ll be efficient. She’s quite compact but certainly meets my needs.”
I flush as the men on the call laugh, but I can’t help but notice the bead of moisture forming at his tip. It’s inconvenient as hell to be attracted to such a fucking prick, but I’m only a woman. Henry’s hand moves faster, and a sheen of sweat covers his forehead. He’s ignoring the call now, staring at my mouth. When I dramatically trace my tongue across my lower lip, he stills, then shudders. I hear the impact of his release on the underside of his desk before he falls limply back into his chair.
“No, all good here. I can’t think of anything else. Once everything is finalized, fax it to me. Ms. Bedford will make sure I have everything I need.”
“Blanche!”
I snap out of my reverie and feel my heart racing. My thighs are sticky, and I’m thankful that I didn’t wear a skirt today.
“Come here, I want to show you something.”
Listening to this man’s deep voice telling me what to do is getting old, but I haven’t quite decided how I’ll play my hand in this horny war we’re waging. Better to go along with him for now and bide my time. Swaying across the room, I notice he’s unable to keep his eyes off my hips, even if I’m not wearing the short skirt he’d prefer.
“Yes, sir? Is there anything I can help you with?” My most seductive voice comes out more rasp than purr, but he doesn’t seem to notice.
“Look,” he says, positioning me to face the windows of his office. As he crowds in behind me, I enjoy the view. The city bustles beneath us, giving way to rolling hills of the suburbs across the horizon. He subtly inches us forward until I’m pressed against the glass by his tall, thick frame, and I can feel his semi-hard length just above the curve of my ass. I’m trapped, but instead of feeling claustrophobic, I feel warm, as if I’m in a cocoon of muscle and masculine scent. A moment later, he bends down to place his mouth level with my ear, a hair’s breadth from the sensitive skin of my neck.
“Do you see the tallest building on the opposite side of the square? With the Federal Bank sign on top?”
Fuck. His breath is warm on my skin, and I clench around nothing. I nod, waiting to see what his point is.
“Now look down and to the right. See that little three-story brick building just next door?”
Trees partially hide it on the edge of the square, but yes. I nod again, and he leans even more of his weight onto me. My forehead is pressed flush with the glass now, and the pressure of him against my back prevents me from taking anything but shallow breaths.
“That, Ms. Bedford,” he purrs, “is Madame Nox’s fine establishment. Do you care to venture a guess as to what trade Madame Nox plies?”
He shoves a hard thigh between my legs before I can respond, putting pressure on my clit and lifting, so that I’m dangling, trapped on his leg and held aloft by his body and the glass.
“She trades inpleasure,Ms. Bedford. I’ve been a client of hers and her roster of women for several years. Very clean, very discreet, andveryskilled. Her location is, as you may be able to guess, perfect for a quick lunchtime respite or an after-work romp.”
Iswearhis lips make contact with my neck before he continues, voice quieter than before.
“There are rooms built for group activities, and rooms where I can watch John fuck women if I’m too tired to go again. There are huge rooms built for the chase, dark rooms where only sensation matters. I’ve watched women squabble, scratch each other bloody, then fuck like animals on the floor while another man sucks my cock.”
He’s slowly moving his knee back and forth now. It’s just enough motion for my clit to wake up and try to say hello. Before he continues, he abruptly drops me to my feet and spins me around, a wild look in his eyes.
“Why, with a den of debauchery just across the square, can’t I stop thinking about—”
“Mr. Sinclair, I…oh!”
Henry is off me and turning to face the interloper, Mrs. Smith from the scheduling department. She’s a little old thing, but she’s sharper than she lets on, and I can see her beady eyes darting between my asshole boss and me.Great.Now the entire office will have plenty to talk about. As she drones on about changes faxed in this morning to next week’s schedule, I take my chance to slip out. Glancing over my shoulder, I see a clenched jaw and blazing eyes watching me leave.
By the next day, he’s even more feral, calling me into his office to stare at me or to make me take notes as John Carter details his latest conquest.Twins.I finally snap when he makes his third innuendo during a board meeting, excusing myself to the restroom. I havegotto get the upper hand again before this goes any further. If he thinks he can keep acting like…
I jerk upright from my position bent over the sink as the bathroom door slams open, knocking a painting off the wall and revealing Henry, chest heaving, clearly having just stormed out of the board meeting after me.
“Get out of here! You cannot just behave like a possessive Neanderthal in front of the entire board, then follow me into the bathroom like this!” I hiss, backing into the bathroom of the boardroom until I feel my ass stopped by the sink.
Henry looks at me like I’m about to be his dessert, cocking his head to one side and appraising me from head to toe before smirking. Reaching behind him with one hand, he deftly locks the door.
“Can I not? Is it notmycompany? Is it notmyboard? Is that notmydelectable ass that you chose to flaunt today, wearing that skirt?”
He places his hands on my hips, squeezing hard and pressing into me so that I feel every inch of his body on mine. I’m forced to lean back over the sink as he crowds me until we’re nose to nose. I take a shaky breath as I feel his hardening length pressing into me before he whispers darkly.
