Chapter 24
Sebastian
Fuck I hate flying. Thank God for first class because if I had to sit back in economy, I swear I would throw myself out of the fucking plane. If it weren’t for the sexy intern sitting next to me right now, I might be more miserable. Or maybe just bored.
I think I’ve read the same line in this case paperwork at least ten times and I still can’t comprehend anything I’m reading. Every time I try again, my eyes glide right back to Riley‘s legs. She’s sporting this sexy, black pin skirt and white blouse with some ruffle shit around the front. She’s been running her hand nervously back-and-forth on her thigh while reading something on her phone for the past twenty minutes, while I’ve been sitting here wondering what color panties she might have on underneath her outfit. Maybe black with a little lace on it or maybe it’s one of those nude pairs that don’t show the lines. Or fuck maybe she goes commando and just doesn’t wear any panties at all.
I internally groan, while I attempt to adjust myself. I see her look up at me out of the corner of my eye, but my face is carefully schooled as usual and after a second she’s back to her phone and rubbing her leg nervously again. The attendant comes by for probably the twentieth time.
“Is there anything else you need Mr. Bolt?” She asks me while leaning over and giving me an exaggerated view of her cleavage.
“I’m fine, thank you,” I say curtly.
“Well, OK if there’s anything that you need, I’ll be right back over there behind those curtains. I’m the only one working first class today and there’s not many of you, so you just let me know if there’s anything else I can get you,” she replies as she runs her hand over my shoulder.
I hear Riley scoff next to me and I turn towards her and quirk my eyebrow.
She starts to roll her eyes, and I think she must catch herself because she quickly looks back down at her phone and doesn’t say a word.
“I’ll let you know," I say to the flight attendant who is still standing there and she gives me a slight smile before turning and walking away.
I know what she’s offering and I can’t say I’m not tempted. But then my thoughts turn to Riley and how I’d really like to take her back behind that curtain instead.
“Something to say, Miss Green?”
She turns to look at me, but I keep my face in my paperwork. She starts to say something, and then stops herself, then does it again. ‘Cat got your tongue, little mouse?’ I think to myself. I’m still not looking at her and I can tell she’s flustered.
She ignores me and looks back down at her phone. Thirty seconds go by, and then she blurts “I just can’t believe men fall for stuff like that.”
“Fall for stuff like what?” I ask.
“Like that,” she says dramatically, throwing her hand out and dragging it on my collar. “If there’s anything I can do for you, let me know.” She parrots, while exaggerating the word anything .
I fucking chuckle. I can’t even help myself. I don’t even remember the last time a woman was able to make me laugh.
She looks at me stunned, and then looks down at her fingers still on my collar before yanking them away quickly. “Sorry Sir, that was out of line. I shouldn’t have said anything.”
Leaning in close to her, I whisper just loud enough for her to hear. “I’m not sure exactly what you mean by men falling for stuff like that, but if you’re insinuating what I think you are…The only person that would have been falling would’ve been that lovely attendant to her knees behind that curtain. I assure you the experience would’ve been enjoyable for both parties.”
I graze my thumb across her bottom lip and her eyes widen. “Next time you want to offer anything to me, do it in your own voice, Riley,” I say. Then add “Preferably with less clothing on.”
Shock registers across her face when she realizes what I just said to her, and she twists away, quickly looking out the window. I chuckle again. So fucking feisty, I think to myself. Looks like my scared little mouse has a little wild side to her and I can’t wait until she lets me chase it.
The rest of the plane ride is uneventful, if you don’t count the attendant slipping her phone number into my back pocket as I walk out.
The driver picks us up and we cruise out of the airport. Riley‘s eyes are wide while she takes in the scenery around us.
“Wow, this is beautiful!” she exclaims.
“Yes, St. Thomas is beautiful, as are most of the other Virgin Islands. St. John’s is my favorite though. Much more remote,” I explain when she looks at me questioningly.
“I can’t imagine something prettier than this,” she says, as she turns back to the windows.
I can, I think to myself as I stare at her.
Pulling up to the resort, the concierge quickly comes out. “Mr. Bolt. So lovely to see you again. We have been expecting you. The villa is already prepared.”
"Thank you Samuel, please have our bags brought over quickly. Miss Green and I will head there now.”
I head over to the villa with Riley in tow. Sliding the key card in, I hold the door open for her.
“I thought we had separate rooms,” she says looking at me.
“This is a villa Riley," I laugh. “We do have two separate rooms. Mine is right here,” I say, pointing to one room. “And yours is right there,” I say, pointing to the other.
“The room we’re standing in right now would just be the seating area. These villas are specifically made for business interactions. Hence this table with eight chairs,” I explain, while waving my hand around the room.
“Oh,” she says quietly, but just stands there biting her lip.
I can’t tell if that’s a look of disappointment on her face or confusion, but I’m sure hoping it’s the first. This trip was obviously for business, but I wouldn’t mind adding a little pleasure to the mix and sharing my bed with Riley while we’re here.
I obviously didn’t invite her for nothing. She is my intern, but I could’ve brought any of the other guys here for the trip instead. I want her though. She’s been playing hard to get with me for months and I won’t be able to get her out of my head until I have her. What I wouldn't give to be the one biting her lip right now…
Also, if there really is shit happening within Ethan Lockhart’s businesses, I need Riley to realize Nate is up to even more shady shit than just Sasha. I don’t want to be the one to tell her though.
Breaking off the awkward silence, I stroll to my room and yell back to her. “I’m going to wash up. We have dinner and cocktails with our client soon,” and I close the door behind me.
Really I need to just take care of the raging hard on she just gave me.
Frederick Degerson sits at the table when we walk in, looking like his normal smug self. This man has more money than necessary and that’s saying something coming from a rich man like me. One woman is sitting on his lap while another is curled up next to him with her chair pushed so close I’m surprised it hasn’t tipped over.
I pull Riley‘s chair out for her, and she looks at me slightly stunned. Has this woman never had a chair pulled out for her before? Waving my hand to the chair, she sits down, and I take my seat next to her across from Frederick.
“Evening, Frederick, I see you’ve already gotten started,” I say to him, eyeing his half empty glass.
“Oh, you know me Sebastian, I'm always ready for the party.” Snapping his fingers, the two girls get up and walk away, looking disappointed.
“Why don’t you have your date go hang out with the girls while we discuss business?" he says to me and starts to dismiss Riley with his hand. Her eyes narrow, and she looks like she’s about to say something, so I grab her leg under the table and squeeze just a little. Her whole body stiffens, and there’s a slight flush coming over her. And here we fucking go again with my dick tenting in my pants while I envision for just a split second her underneath me with that same flush.
“That won’t be necessary, Frederick,” I say before Riley opens her mouth. I don’t know what came over her since that plane flight but I need to make sure she stays the meek little mouse she’s been while working for me, at least while we’re at this meeting.
I have no problem letting her act out a bit later if I’m the one to punish her for it. But right now is not the time. Frederick may seem like a happy go lucky half drunk, but he is the heir to a Don. In other words, this man is of mafia status and we do not need to get on his bad side. He will never view a woman as equal to a man. While Riley is smart as hell, and eventually will make a fantastic attorney, there would be no point in explaining that to him. He just doesn't care. To him, she will forever be an assistant, only good for spreading her legs.
“Riley is my intern, she’s here to look over the documents with me and take notes. She’s one of the best I have working for me…. Smart and trustworthy,” I throw in to soften the blow of having a woman in our meeting .
“Fine," he says, dismissing her before jumping right into business. I’m vaguely aware of my hand still on Riley‘s leg but she hasn’t scooted to move it off so I think I’ll just leave it there until she does.
We delve into the funds that Frederick had invested through Galant Enterprises, reviewing all the trades and emails related to the investments. What I know Riley is not connecting the dots on - is that her husband is working for one of the subsidiary companies of Galant. Ethan Lockhart has managed to spread his purview far and wide, but Ethan’s name never comes up in the conversation. Degerson just keeps referring to Galant and the fact that Galant clients across the globe are willing to invest in this company and not ask questions about how their money gets tripled.
Two hours later I decide to call it a night. Frederick is smashed and is looking far too interested in Riley. He has ordered at least four drinks for her but I’ve only seen her finish two.
At first, she was hesitant to drink the first order but I assured her that this is how Frederick conducts business so it would be rude to refuse a drink. Little did I know the lightweight would be tipsy after the first one. But then, of course Frederick had to keep them coming for himself. And apparently he can’t hold his liquor. By the time we had started to wrap up our meeting, he already had both his dates back at our table, sitting on his lap while kissing his neck and whispering God knows what. Riley and I walk back to the villa and she’s quiet at my side.
Once we get in I sit her in one of the barstools and turn to grab a glass of water for her when she blurts, “You know, you’re really arrogant Sebastian.”
I turn around, placing both hands on the counter, lean back against it and quirk my eyebrow.
She continues. “Vain, conceited…”
I stalk towards her and she stops talking.
“Do continue Riley, you’re giving me quite the list of synonyms aren’t you?” I lean right into her face and her eyes narrow.
“Pretentious," she says.
“Lordly,” I reply.
“Egotistical,” she responds.
“Swaggering, sexy. Insatiable,” the words leave my mouth.
“What?!” she says suddenly. “Those aren’t synonyms”
“But you were thinking them, weren’t you?” I ask.
I know I’m invading her space right now and definitely crossing a line. She tries to lean back in the chair and it almost tips over. Her eyes go wide. I grab both sides and pull it back down and our faces come impossibly closer .
“Enticing, captivating, tempting,” I continue.
“Wh…what are you doing Mr. Bolt?” she stammers nervously.
The smell of strawberry lip balm hits my senses and I dart my tongue out to lick the seam of her lips. Fuck that tastes good. Her body visibly shivers.
“Don’t act like you didn’t know this could happen Riley,” I say softly.
“I’m married Sir,” she whispers.
And I’m out of patience. I growl before slamming my lips against hers.
She freezes for just a second. Just one moment of hesitation before her lips move against mine. Slowly at first like she’s experiencing a kiss for the first time. I swipe my tongue inside her mouth and she grows bolder, twirling hers against mine and I growl, biting down on her lip. She whimpers and my dick jumps to life. Picking her up off the chair I set her on the countertop and press in against her, kissing up her neck. She gasps.
I know she can feel my hard length pressed right up against her core and I can feel her body responding to me just the way I want. Trailing my fingers down her side I slowly slide my hand up her skirt. Touching the edge of her panties I grin internally. I grab under her ass with one arm, lifting her and use my other hand to pull her panties off.
Black lace .
“Naughty little mouse,” I whisper and kiss her again
I swipe my fingers against her slit and pull them up to reveal her wetness coating them. She blushes, and I take that moment to lick up the seam of two of my fingers, making her eyes widen in surprise.
Divine. She tastes fucking divine.
Not wasting another moment, I shove those two fingers back up inside her and her head falls back. I’m pumping my fingers in and out of her and I can already feel her start to tighten. Fuck that’s quick, I think to myself. Does her husband not know how to please her? I mean I’m good, but my fingers have just barely entered her, and she’s already melting.
Pulling her blouse down I yank one of her tits free and can already see the needy peak of her nipple, ready and waiting for me. I start swiping my thumb against her clit while still pumping my fingers in and out of her and I feel her body tighten a little bit more. She’s almost there and I know exactly what I need to do to get her over the edge, so I lean over and take her nipple in my mouth, sucking and licking feverishly.
Her body spasms as her orgasm slams into her and I continue holding her body up while she rides my fingers through the end of it. She’s fucking beautiful and in that moment, I realize that she might be more than just a conquest. This girl might be my undoing. But the moment completely shatters when she utters one single word out of her mouth.
“Nate.”
“What?” I growl, dropping her and stepping back.
She winces as she catches herself on her elbows just before crashing back into the countertop.
“Oh my god I’m married” she whispers, almost to herself.
“Well you should have thought about that before you rode yourself to oblivion on my fingers just now,” I say, getting in her face. She looks at me in shock before jumping off the counter and darting to her room and closing the door.
I can’t believe she said that bastard's name right after I fingerfucked her on the counter. I’m seething and in need of a very cold shower. Strolling to my room, I slam the door, muttering obscenities to myself, wondering what the fuck just happened. It’s going to be a long fucking weekend.