But now…I want more. Want to know how he’d feel inside me, stretching me with those perfect fingers that spend all day signing reports and adjusting his tie. Want to watch his face as he enters me slowly, carefully, until I make him lose control.
The fantasy shifts, transforms into something new as I lean against the tiles with my shoulder and use my now-free hand to touch my balls, teasing my sensitive skin. What if he’d let me take control in that bathroom? What if he’d turned around, braced himself against the sink, and let me open him with patient touches until he begged for more?
I imagine him spreading his legs wider, still wearing that ridiculously expensive suit but with his pants around his ankles, his tie hanging loose like it was in the office tonight. I’d press into him slowly, watch his face in the mirror when he feels my Prince Albert piercing as I fill him completely, and then the effects it would have when it rubbed against hisprostate. Would he maintain that professional expression? Or would he finally let it crack, let real need show through?
Water pounds against my back as I stroke faster, lost in the image of Pierce giving himself to me completely. I can almost hear how his voice would sound—rough and desperate, maybe still trying to give orders even as I make him fall apart. “Harder,” he’d demand, always the boss even when he’s taking my cock so perfectly. “More, Thatcher, please…”
My orgasm hits with unexpected force, making my knees buckle as pleasure courses through my body. I come with Pierce’s name on my lips, imagining how he’d feel clenching around me, but already knowing how he sounds when he finally lets go.
The water washes away evidence but can’t erase the memory of what I want, of what I need, of the possibilities I shouldn’t keep imagining.
I stay under the spray until my breathing steadies and I can trust my legs to hold me up again. Steam fills the bathroom, making everything soft and dreamlike, but I can still feel the phantom touch of Pierce’s fingers on my wrist. Still see the intensity in his eyes before the lights came on, still wonder what he was going to say before reality interrupted.
Tomorrow, we’ll return to our professional roles, assistant and CFO, chaos and order, want and restraint. But tonight, alone in my steamy bathroom, I let myself imagine a world where Pierce Dellcourt gives himself to me completely.
12
PIERCE
The party venuelooks completely different from the bare brick walls I saw in the photos Thatcher showed me.
In such a short time, he’s gone from chaos incarnate to someone I can’t imagine working without. Three weeks since that night in the conference room, when we almost… My phone buzzes, bringing me back from my running thoughts.
James:
Sunside Industries just signed with us. That’s three of your partners this month. Clock’s ticking, big brother.
I grip the phone too tight, remembering our conversation about VSE’s distribution network. James isn’t bluffing. He’s systematically poaching our partners, offering them deals we can’t match. Sunside was one of our most reliable partners on the East Coast.
If he continues this campaign… My position at VSE, the trust I’ve earned, everything I’ve built here could crumble. Lior will want to know how I let this happen right under my nose, and my history of questionable loyalty will make me the perfect scapegoat.
My phone buzzes again, but this time, it’s not James. It’s confirmation from our legal team that the Morrison Group has agreed to our revised terms. One small victory in this war my brother started.
James may be winning battles, but he doesn’t know I’m fighting back.
I pocket my phone. Tonight isn’t about threats or corporate warfare. Tonight is about recognizing that Lior’s first year at the helm of Van Stern Enterprises has been a success. We’re excelling at every metric, from profit to employee satisfaction and the steady relationships we’ve built with other companies.
For the first time since VSE was founded, employees will receive performance- and profit-related bonuses. I’ve worked hard to ensure Lior’s idea to reward VSE’s employees wasn’t just a pipe dream, but something we could achieve.
So, no, tonight, my brother and his systematic destruction of our partnerships can fuck off.
I pause in the doorway, watching Thatcher adjust a vase of flowers. He looks more measured, more controlled. The change should please me. Isn’t this what I’ve wanted since he first arrived with his rainbow sticky notes and tendency toward disaster? But a dull ache settles at the sight of him being so…proper. Contained.
I take a deep breath and put my professional smile in place just in time.
“Pierce,” he says, turning to face me with a clipboard in hand. “I was just finalizing the centerpiece arrangements. Would you like to review the placement?”
I step farther into the space, taking in the transformation he’s created.
“Everything looks perfect, Thatcher,” I manage. His cheeks color slightly at the praise, and for a moment, I catch a glimpse of his usual brightness before it disappears.
“I wanted to ensure everything met company standards,” he says. “The board members will be arriving soon. I’ve prepared detailed schedules for the catering staff and security team. Everything should run smoothly.”
He checks items off his clipboard, his demeanor so different from his usual animated gestures. But when he glances up, I catch something in his eyes that sends heat crawling up my neck.
What is it about this man that turns me completely inside out?
“Walk me through the timeline,” I say, proud that my voice remains steady, despite the way his presence seems to fill all the space between us.
