Like it, don't you? Grayson's voice whispered in my mind, his amusement clear. The force inside me began to thrust harder, making my legs tremble with every push.
"Damn you," I groaned, my nails digging into my palm as I tried to hold back my cries of pleasure. "Stop this now, or so help me..."
Or what? He challenged, his psychic touch sending shivers throughout my body. I just want to make sure you're thoroughly relaxed before dealing with Zandia again.
"Relaxed? You call this relaxed?" My breathing grew labored, the intensity of the sensations threatening to overwhelm me.
Admit it, Parker, Grayson's voice continued in my head, smooth as silk. You look fucking sexy like this. Barely able to stay on your feet as I fill you up.
"Grayson, please..." My resolve wavered, my desire for him growing stronger with each thrust of his telekinetic power.
Soon, it'll be my flesh and blood that brings you such pleasure, he promised darkly. But for now, let go, Parker. Let me take care of you.
"Grayson, I–" My words were cut off by a moan as his power intensified its focus on my overly sensitive clit. Between the deep thrusts and his smooth circles on my clit, I wasn't sure how I was still on my feet.
Are you ready to let go, Parker? Grayson's voice invaded my mind, deep and sultry.
"Fine… just... hurry it up," I conceded, unable to resist the pleasure coursing through my veins any longer.
Good girl. His approval was like a drug, spurring me on even further.
My hands clutched at the tiled walls of the shower as my legs began to tremble, betraying the intensity of the orgasm building within me. With each stroke of Grayson's telekinesis, I felt myself teetering closer to the edge.
"Grayson!" I cried out, my voice cracking from the strain. "I'm so close!"
Let go, Parker, he commanded, his mental voice authoritative and demanding.
With one final thrust, I surrendered to the blissful waves of ecstasy that washed over me. My entire body convulsed as the strength of my orgasm ripped through me. My legs wobbled as I tried desperately to stay on my feet, but it was no use. At last, my knees gave way, and I crumpled to the floor of the shower, water cascading around me.
"Grayson," I panted, my body too weak from the intensity of my orgasms to even think about moving. "How am I supposed to wash up now?"
I'm happy to help, he replied, his mental voice laced with satisfaction.
CHAPTER 10
OR IT WON'T JUST BE YOUR CAREER ON THE LINE.
I strolled into the war room, using every bit of my concentration to appear unconcerned, even though it felt like my heart might explode through my chest. The large wall screen flickered to life, and Zandia's face filled the space. Her features were twisted into a scowl, her eyes narrowed.
"Finally decided to join us, Parker?" she snapped. "I don't have all day."
Before I could even think of a retort, Trux stepped forward, his voice a low growl. "You will speak to her with respect, Zandia."
My annoyance at Zandia's snarky comment was momentarily overshadowed by the swell of pride I felt for Trux standing up to her. Still, I knew better than to let them continue down this path. It would only lead to another fight.
"Zandia," I said firmly, catching her attention. "We've arrived at the facility, and we're getting settled in."
"Obviously." Her glare shifted from Trux back to me.
We were both on edge, but I had to keep my focus. My demonic powers had a tendency to act erratically when emotions ran high, and the last thing I needed was an accidental outburst. Or worse, this building burning down, too.
"Get on with it, Parker," Zandia spat, her voice laced with venom. "What's your plan for dealing with the bias issue in the division?"
I took a deep breath, trying to ignore the prickling heat under my skin that threatened to unleash my demonic powers or Cerbie. "As soon as my promotion is announced to the teams, we'll only have a short amount of time to figure out who the problem is before the chance of retaliation increases until there's eventually an incident."
She studied me for a moment, her eyes narrowing as if weighing the worth of my words. Finally, she nodded. "I agree with that assessment. That's why I didn't make a formal announcement, but only gave direct messages to those who could help facilitate the takeover of the property and management." I couldn't help but notice the satisfaction in her tone, as though she had been waiting for a chance to reveal her clever maneuver.
"Good," I said, my own voice strained. "So now we can focus on what needs to be done here."
