“Always look at me when you are fucking me,” she commanded.

Well fuck me, that sent me hurling into a fucking orgasmic finish. I don’t know how long I came for but it felt like hours. Then I slowly pulled myself out and grabbed her body as she stood there, legs shaking. We fixed our clothing, then I pressed the stop button again to activate the lift.

“I thought you had to be in London?” She smirked.

I adjusted my tie, the grin on my face obvious. “My plans changed.” I didn’t let onto the fact that I was in deep shit for the spontaneous decision I made.

“For how long?”

I could almost see a hint of hope in her eyes as she waited on my response. “Indefinitely.”

I broke out of the trip down memory lane, annoyed that the cab was at a standstill due to the peak hour traffic. Irritated, I texted Adriana one profanity after another. The sound of my email kept pinging, and I reluctantly opened my inbox.

* * *

From: Victoria Preston

Subject: Proposal Declined

Sent: September 26, 2012 6:39 PM

To: Lex Edwards

Mr. Edwards,

Without your attendance at the meeting yesterday, Preston Enterprises has reluctantly declined your proposal. Given the importance of this contract, your lack of presence raised questions regarding your commitment with our development team.

I understand that you are in New York City. My schedule requires me to fly in for meetings tomorrow morning. Should you wish to discuss this further, I will be at the Waldorf at midday. I strongly suggest you have your proposal ready for me to re-evaluate in your presence should you still want our business.

Victoria Preston

Executive Director

Preston Enterprises

* * *

Victoria Preston was one hell of a manipulative ball-breaking bitch. Of course we wanted that contract; it was worth ten million dollars. I avoided dealing with her after her attempt to seduce me at the last governor’s ball in London. She was a spoiled brat born with a silver spoon in her mouth. I pinched the bridge of my nose knowing there was no way I could get out of meeting with her. It infuriated me that she was staying in the same hotel. I knew this was no coincidence. I quickly responded to her email and mentally prepared myself for a long night ahead. We had a lot riding on this, the reality of which was settling in.

As I quickly rode the elevator up to the floor that was to be our new office, my cell buzzed. No fucking shit, it was Adriana. I clenched the handset ready to have it out with her.

“Fucking hell, Adriana, I’m here!” I answered furiously.

“And what do you think?” she calmly asked.

I walked through the doors, my cell still glued to my ear. I abruptly stopped at the entrance to my office. I couldn’t believe what I saw. “Adriana, I need to go.” I ended the call not even waiting for a response.

Sitting in my enormous leather chair was Charlotte, dressed in a trench coat, pantyhose and those famous Louboutins. My cock stirred at the sight of the trench coat. I was hoping it was just like in the movies: nothing underneath. Her legs were crossed and I could just barely get a glimpse of the garters around her thigh.

She stood up and slowly walked over to me. I was speechless and hard as fucking hell, quite possibly ready to blow in my pants like some horny fifteen-year-old boy at any moment. The look on my face would have been priceless; I was never left speechless. Grabbing my hand, she pulled me over to the desk, then sat me down in the chair and stood in front of me. I ached to reach out and run my hands along her smooth skin, but I waited.

“This is the thing, Mr. Edwards. I don’t appreciate unexpected visitors in my office. Gestures like that will lead to serious punishment.”

I couldn’t resist; I raised my hand and placed it on her thigh. Slowly sliding it down, I made my way under the coat and cup

ped her perfect ass. “I’m all for following rules,” I teased.

She undid the knot in her belt, opening the coat. Underneath it she wore a strapless black corset with the garters attached to her pantyhose. The fabric of her French-cut panties so sheer, I could see the moisture building up against the fabric. I was mute. My girl was fucking wet as hell waiting for me. As I pulled the coat off her shoulders, she straddled me in the chair.

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