Sweet Prison (Perfectly Imperfect #10)

Two months later

“Well… I guess this sums up the investment plans for the next year,” Massimo announces and adjusts my position, shifting my hips for another angle that allows him a deeper plunge. “Any questions?”

There aren’t any, as usual. Aside from my mewls of pleasure, the only sounds in the grand room are the rustling of papers and hurried steps as the capos scramble to leave as fast as they possibly can. Avoiding all eye contact at the same time. Seems they are still uncomfortable with me attending their meetings.

I’m not quite sure if it’s me taking the chair to Massimo’s left, which I do every so often, or my preference for sharing his seat that bothers them the most. Of course, the latter involves me straddling my husband and riding his cock in front of everyone while he tries to carry on with the meeting agenda. It’s really a toss-up which of us enjoys seeing the barely disguised mortification in their eye s _ him or me.