I nodded but didn’t speak. Wasn’t sure if I could.
Raising her legs, she propped her feet on the table and pushed my hand away to hold her frilly pink panties aside herself.
“You can do it here,” she panted, spreading herself with her own fingers. “I want you to. I want to feel you on me the rest of the day. Please, sir.”
I bit my cheek to keep from roaring to the ceiling as my orgasm slammed through me. My cock erupted, cum spurting across her mound and inner thighs. She gasped, and a luscious quiver shook her legs.
When I was spent, I dropped my head to her flat belly to catch my breath. She combed her fingers through my hair, silent as she waited for me to collect myself. When my mind cleared and the last of my pleasure dissipated, I stood back up and tucked my cock back into my pants.
Checking my watch, I huffed, “The reps from McAllister Holdings should be here in five minutes.”
When I looked back over at her, she had already hopped down from the table and was shimmying her skirt back down into place. She met my gaze, and there was no trace of the wanton who’d just begged me to cum on her. For once, Ms. Rivers was the picture of poise and professionalism.
“I’ll go and wait for them, sir, to escort them back.”
I nodded. “Yes, please do.”
Her smile was polite as she moved past me to walk out the room. I stared after her, completely floored by what had just happened. She had made me lose control. I had only planned on giving her release, to reward her and take the edge off her attitude. I hadn’t anticipated my own earth-shattering orgasm, especially after I’d taken care of myself not much earlier in my office bathroom.
Resting my hands on the tabletop, I let my head hang between my shoulders. Ms. Rivers was testing me as no woman had before her. Pushing me to limits I didn’t think I possessed. I could too easily grow obsessed with her. Already, my mind was racing with ideas of what I could do to her the next time they were alone together.
Shaking my head, I stood back up. I needed to get a handle on things again. Reassert my dominance, else risk ceding control to the woman. That wasn’t something I was willing to do.
Ms. Rivers needed to be brought to heel.
And I knew just how to do it.
8
Winter
From where I was sitting, the meeting had gone well. The McAllister Holdings representatives were polite and pleasant, each shaking my hand when I’d greeted them in the waiting room. I’d tried not to think of the fact that my thighs were sticky as I led them down the hallway to the conference room where he was waiting. I still couldn’t believe I’d let him do that.
No, I hadn’t let him.
I’d begged him to do it.
What was it about the man that made me want to do things I’d never imagined doing? While he was touching me on the conference room table, I hadn’t thought about the fact that we could be easily caught, or that his clients were excepted within minutes. All I’d cared about was the orgasm he’d denied me the day before. He made me mindless when he put his hands on me, and it baffled me how much I enjoyed it.
When I’d returned to the conference room with his clients in tow, Mr. Maslow had appeared his usual cool and collected self. Other than thanking me for my escort, he all but ignored me as he shook hands and made small talk with the reps. That was just fine with me. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to hold it together if he looked at me right now.
During the meeting, I stayed off to the side, serving coffee when it was requested and running the slideshow Mr. Maslow had prepared. He would nod to me when he wanted me to move onto the next slide, but other than that, he barely acknowledged my presence.
I’d paid close attention to everything he said. Every detail of his proposal. He was showing the reps his plan for a new multi-million-dollar headquarters for their company. I tried to memorize as many of the schematics of the complex as I could, and even jotted down notes on the notepad I held.
I knew Mr. Maslow was pulling all the stops because he was in the middle of a fierce bidding war for the giant project. I also knew his competition was very nervous that he would end up winning that war.
I’d known all this well before Mr. Maslow had begun his presentation.
I’d known all this when I applied to be his assistant.
This was why I was here. To learn everything that I could about Mr. Maslow’s proposal.
Guilt made my stomach roil because I could vividly picture my mother’s disappointment in what I had become. I felt like I was going to be sick, but I kept taking notes. Kept paying attention. Kept stealing Mr. Maslow’s plans and secrets right from under his nose. I knew this made me a terrible person, especially after the things I’d begged him to do to me. I’d told myself that was different, though. That he had used me, and now I was using him. I’d tried to justify it in my mind, but the guilt wouldn’t subside.
Still, it didn’t matter if I felt like shit for doing this. I had no choice. My situation was a tangled, fucked-up mess, and I was trapped. Spying on Mr. Maslow was my only way to escape.
His plans were rather impressive, and he commanded the room when he spoke. Seeing him like this, so focused and clearly passionate for his work, made my heart stutter. His blue eyes sparkled as he explained the layout for an indoor, glass-ceiling atrium where McAllister employees could intermingle in a soothing, relaxed space filled with natural light. My thighs clenched, and I felt the remnants of our encounter from earlier. Had that really only been an hour ago? Thank God this room had the same fogged glass as his office. I clutched my notebook to my chest as I bit my lip and tried to control my lust-filled thoughts.