He drags his tongue along my slit, circling my clit before dipping lower. My hand slams over my mouth to silence myself as heworks me with his mouth, his fingers wrap around and dig into my thighs to hold me steady.
"So perfect," he growls against my flesh. "So beautiful. My CEO."
His words send a fresh wave of arousal through me. He feels it, groans against me, and doubles his efforts. This time, he dips his tongue into my pussy, and I have to bite my lip to stop myself from moaning loudly.
"You put Patterson in his place and looked like a goddess doing it," he says, planting open-mouthed kisses to my folds and sucking my juices.
The pleasure builds rapidly, coiling tight in my belly. I'm rocking against his mouth now, propriety forgotten. The risk of being in my office, of someone knowing what we're doing, only heightens the sensation.
I feel wetness oozing. He laps at me, his tongue works overtime on my inner thighs, my groin, my crease, working my folds apart, sliding his tongue up and down, and pushing into my center. Everywhere soaked. Every nerve lit. My body on fire, straddled like a feast laid out on my desk. Laid out for Cole.
"Come for me," Cole says, his voice vibrating against me. "Let me feel you come on my tongue."
His fingers join his mouth, sliding inside me as his tongue focuses on my clit. The dual sensation pushes me over the edge. I come with a muffled cry, my body clenches around his fingers as waves of pleasure crash through me.
He works me through it, softening his touch as I become too sensitive. When he finally pulls away, his eyes are dark withdesire, his lips wet. His tongue darts out and cleans them up. “Mmm, tasty, Ma’am.”
"Cole, you're crazy."
"I know, baby, and that's just the beginning." He rises to his feet and kisses me deeply, letting me taste myself on his tongue. "Tonight, I'm going to take my time with you, and you can scream and moan all you want."
"I am not a screamer."
Cole just lifts a brow. "Interesting… My memory disagrees."
With a chuckle, I smack his arm lightly, which is pretty much like trying to hit a wall.
We compose ourselves, straightening clothes and hair. I feel languid, satisfied, and powerful. The combination of the successful board meeting and Cole's attention has me floating. I stand and tidy some reports from my desk. No point. They’re soaked. I scoop them straight into the bin. Grab some tissues to wipe down.
We're still laughing together as we exit my office, Cole carries my Rouge H Togo Birkin on his shoulder because he said, "It matches my vibe." This is what it's like being with a man confident in his masculinity, no fragile ego.
The hallway is busy with the post-meeting exodus, staff carrying on with their daily routines, but I do a double-take because there's no way. Justnoway! What?
Brian, standing near the elevator bank, is trying to charm Sandra. She looks distinctly uncomfortable, her body language stiff as she attempts to edge away from him.
My good mood evaporates instantly. Cole tenses beside me, his hand clenches into a fist.
"What is he doing here?" I whisper.
In that exact moment, Brian spots us. His face transforms, the fake charm replaced by something ugly.
He abandons Sandra and ambles toward us, his voice carries down the hallway.
"Are you fucking your bodyguard?"
The words hang in the air like shrapnel. Employees freeze, conversations halting mid-sentence. Sandra turns, shock evident on her face. Joyce and Karen, who've just exited the restroom, stop dead in their tracks.
“Huh, you heard me,” Brian's eyes narrow, his voice rises to ensure maximum audience. "Well, is that why you turned me down? Because you like men beneath you?"
Classic Brian. He's trying to shame me, imply I'm lowering myself. This is revenge for the restaurant, a calculated public humiliation in my own building, in front of my employees and board.
I feel Cole shift beside me. He's about to step forward, Birkin and all, to intervene. I place my hand on his arm, stopping him.
"I've got this," I say quietly.
I turn to Brian, smiling with all the confidence I've built over the past week. I glance around, noting my employees watching, the female board members bristling with anger on my behalf.
"Brian, you think everyone is beneath you," I say, my voice calm but carrying.
