"You're going to scream anyway." Dominic finishes unbuckling his belt and frees his cock while I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him forward. The slick has made me so wet that when he lines himself up and pushes in there's no resistance at all, just the thick stretch of him filling the aching emptiness. The moan that tears from my throat makes Amos pause at the last window blind.
"Blinds first, Niah." Amos' voice carries amusement despite the tension. "Then you can scream."
Dominic doesn't give me time to respond. He grips the edge of the table on either side of my hips and thrusts into me hard enough to rattle the water glasses. My back arches off the table and my hands grab his shoulders and my legs lock around his waist while he fucks me on the boardroom table with a focus that tells me the spike isn't the only thing driving this.
"Harder." I pull him closer by the tie he hasn't taken off and the fabric goes taut against his throat. "Dominic, harder, I need..."
He gives me harder. The table rocks with each thrust and one of the water glasses tips and spills across the polished surface and neither of us cares. His cock hits the spot inside me that makes my vision blur. The cry that escapes me is loud enough that Amos crosses the room and presses his hand over my mouth from behind.
"There are people in the hallway, Niah." Amos' mouth is against my ear, his voice warm and steady while Dominic rails me against the table. "Every sound you make right now is going to carry through that door."
I moan against his palm. Dominic's pace picks up and his grip on the table edge tightens until his knuckles go white. Amos' free hand finds my cock and strokes me in counterpoint to Dominic's thrusts, his grip firm enough to push me toward the edge while his palm muffles the sounds I can't control.
"That's it, firefly." Dominic's voice is strained, his thrusts going deeper. "Take it. Take all of it."
The orgasm hits like a freight train. My body locks around Dominic and I come across my own stomach and Amos' hand, the sound barely contained by his palm. Dominic follows three thrusts later, his knot swelling inside me as he empties with a groan he buries in my neck. The stretch of the knot triggers another wave of the orgasm that makes my body jerk against the table, Amos tightening his hand on my mouth.
The boardroom goes quiet except for our breathing. Dominic is knotted inside me, his forehead pressed against my collarbone, his hands still gripping the table edge. Amos removes his hand from my mouth and replaces it with his lips, kissing me softly while my body shakes through the aftershocks.
"You did so well, firefly." Dominic lifts his head enough to look at me. "Coming to us like that. No prop, no excuse, no apology. You just came to us."
"I ruined the quarterly presentation." My voice is wrecked and my body is still trembling. "And there's slick on the financial projections."
"I'll print new ones." Amos shrugs as he picks up a scattered folder from the floor and examines it. "Although the Q3 revenue summary might actually be improved by the addition."
The adrenaline crash hits me as a laugh that turns into a hiccup that turns into tears, because I just burst into a boardroom full of executives and rode the CEO's son on a conference table.
"Hey." Dominic's hand cups my face and tilts it up. "Stay with me. The door is locked and nobody is coming in."
"Your father is going to..."
"My father is going to deal with it." Dominic's thumb traces my cheekbone. "And so are we. But not right now. Right now you're going to breathe and let the knot do its job and stop worrying about a room full of executives who will forget what they smelled by the time they reach the parking garage."
"They're not going to forget."
"They're going to pretend to forget, which in corporate culture amounts to the same thing." Amos sits beside us on the table and his hand rests on my bare thigh. "Dominic's right. Breathe."
I breathe. The knot pulses inside me and the spike's vicious edge dulls with each throb. Dominic stays lodged inside me on the boardroom table with presentation folders scattered aroundus, and I press my face into his chest and let the cramps fade while his hand cards through my hair.
When the knot deflates Dominic pulls out carefully, Amos retrieving a blanket from the back of the couch. He wraps me in it while Dominic fixes his pants. Amos bundles my ruined pants and saturated panties into a bag he produces from somewhere and hands me a pair of sweatpants I recognize from Dominic's gym bag.
"You keep spare clothes in the boardroom?" My voice is still shaky but the sarcasm is surfacing, which means the worst is past.
"I keep spare clothes everywhere." Dominic adjusts his tie in the reflection of the blank presentation screen. "Preparation isn't paranoia."
Amos wraps his arm around my shoulders and walks me out of the boardroom, the throw blanket still around me, the sweatpants too long and pooling around my ankles. The hallway is empty because Amos texted his assistant to clear the floor before he unlocked the door, and the elevator ride down passes without anyone seeing me shuffle through the building in gym clothes and a blanket.
Back in the office Amos guides me to the nest in the corner. I curl into the chair and pull the blanket tighter. My breathing steadies within minutes.
Dominic crouches beside the chair. His hand rests on my knee and his thumb traces a circle against the fabric.
"No more solo days at the office," he says. "From now on, one of us is always within reach."
"You can't babysit me forever."
"Watch me." He stands and presses his mouth against my forehead. "Rest. I need to go put the boardroom back together before Father uses the mess as ammunition." He presses his mouth against my forehead.
Amos settles into the chair beside the nest with his laptop. "I'll be right here," Amos says without looking up. I curl deeper into the nest and close my eyes.
