Chapter 12
Watching her walk away challenges me in ways I wasn’t ready for. I want to chase after her. I want to chase her down and fuck her against every surface until there isn’t a thing I can’t look at and think of her through the entire floor, maybe the whole building someday.
I can’t wait to watch the security footage and relive this over and over.
My cock is so hard it hurts, and I don’t need to look to know she wasn’t the only one making a mess. The leg of my suit is wet from her, the same as my fingers. I look down, fighting the urge to lick them clean.
I’d been unsure how she would handle it if I fucked her here. When I offered her a reward or punishment, she seemed unsure, but now I know she’ll love it.
She’s fucking soaked, was even before I touched her.
I reach for my phone and shoot off a quick text to Alex. Her outfit has his name all over it; he knows I have a weakness for thigh-high anything, and he deserves a thank you. Maybe if he tunes in soon enough, he can enjoy the show.
The door opens, and Kat walks in once again, looking like she owns the place and making my stomach do a little flip.
I haven’t felt anything like this in years, but even then, it was never this intense, this consuming.
I’d told the staff to ensure she is treated with the utmost respect, more so than the rest of us. If not, I’d not only fire them but also have them blacklisted in the city. They would never work for anyone who mattered ever again.
It almost came back to bite me in the ass, though, when she walked into my office.
I’d been more than mildly annoyed. This meeting had already lasted longer than I wanted as they talked in circles, unable to come to a true agreement, but to have it interrupted when I’d specifically told Grace to hold everything else.
I’d been ready to fire whoever it was, no matter the reason.
That anger melted away with just one look at her.
No woman should have as much power as she does, but if any had to, I’m glad it’s her. Kat is perfect, humble, and caring—the perfect qualities in a mother, a lover, a wife, and a queen.
My queen.
The box in my drawer calls to me, but I push the thought away.
Her reaction to the necklace was a good gauge, one that let me know I needed to slow down or at least make it appear as if I hadn’t spent so much.
For now, I’ll be patient. I’m thoroughly enjoying every moment with her.
She pushes the door closed, and I see hints of her disheveled state—her rosy cheeks, the slight offset of her dress, and the unsteady rise and fall of her chest, even after time to collect herself.
My eyes are glued to her as she moves back toward me, making the urge to grab her and fuck her so consuming I almost do it, meeting be damned.
The look in her eyes stops me, though, pinning me to the chair as her eyes move over my lap. I know what she’s looking for. I felt the way she squirmed. I know she’s worried about the mess she made, but I couldn’t care less. I want to make a bigger mess.
Her eyes catch on the bulge that I couldn’t hide even if I wanted to, not that I do.
I saw her reaction before she bolted out of the office.
I fear that if I were to move right now, there would be no stopping me from fucking her.
Meeting or not, they could watch or fuck off, though letting them watch might put a target on their back.
My brother and Vince don’t strike me as men who would want their women seen outside of us.
My teeth grind together, and I realize with a start that I don’t love the idea either. Strange, I’ve never cared in the past, though Kat is different, special in a way that nobody before her was; nobody could be what she is to me, to us.
I watch as she walks back toward me over the top of my monitor. She seemed put together when she walked back in the door, but it appears as if that was all for nothing now, as her breathing hitches and she sucks her bottom lip between her teeth.
Kat makes it all the way back to me, stopping at my side just outside of the range of the camera. Even sitting, I’m just about the same height as her, but not quite; it’s one of the few times she’s ever looked down at me, and I watch the switch in her energy.
Her eyes flick up to the screen and then to my lap before a smile pulls at her lips, and she drops to the floor, scurrying under my desk.
I want to watch her, but I also know I’ve been asked a question that I’m expected to answer. So with every ounce of self-control I possess, I turn my attention back to the men on the screen and talk business as her dainty fingers slide up my legs from my knees all the way to my aching cock.
It shouldn’t feel so good. I’ve had women actually hold my cock in their hands and felt less, but with Kat, even this has me feeling feral.
I feel her fingers as she fumbles to undo my button and then unzip them, the sound feeling deafening despite the fact that we’re probably the only two who heard it.
She presses closer so that her elbows rest on my thighs as she rests between my legs, and I can’t help but glance down, needing to see her like this, to commit this moment to memory.
I love controlling a situation, the way she submits to me and lets me wring pleasure from her, the trust and bond it builds is all-consuming. But something about letting Kat have it is almost just as delicious. I’m sure it doesn’t hurt that she’s on her knees for me.
Thankfully, the figures we’re discussing today I know like the back of my hand, so even when she reaches into my pants and her fingers close around my cock, the only tell is the deep breath I breathe out, making my nostrils flare and Kat smile up at me through her lashes.
Fuck, the urge to give her my last name is so consuming that I wrap my fingers around the arms of my chair to stop myself from reaching for that box.
Mr. Lee, one of our top investors, takes over, discussing deliveries and shipments both locally and internationally just in time.
Kat leans in, dragging her tongue from the base to the tip, slowing over the bar that sits below the head before collecting the drop of precum that’s gathered at the tip, with a hum that goes right to my balls, making my cock throb.
Her lips pull into a full smile just before she leans in and swallows me down as far as she can in one swift motion.
It takes years of dealing with business and people in general to stop my eyes from rolling back from the intense pleasure. Even harder is keeping my hands to myself. I have no doubt she would have no objection to my taking control, but if I were to do that, there would be no hiding it.
I listen to the meeting as Mr. Lee repeats what I’ve said multiple times. This meeting should have wrapped up over an hour ago, but they find a way to keep it going, and at this point, I’ve lost all interest.
How could I not, with my queen here on her knees, worshiping me?
I watch her head bob up and down, coating my thick length with her spit, and all I can picture is her pussy dripping for me the way it just had on my fingers.
She holds my gaze as she presses lower, gagging herself, and I feel her throat grip me.
And that’s the last straw.
“Gentlemen.” I give them only a moment before I continue, regardless of whether they are listening.
“We will have to resume this at a later date. I have another meeting scheduled in,” I make a show of looking down at my watch for the time as Kat comes up for air, licking up the underside of my shaft as she goes.
“Two minutes.”
It’s not a lie, not really. Two minutes is about the longest I think I’ll be able to control myself, and even that might be me being generous.
“Yes, of course, Mr. Lawson. Apologies for running over. We shall discuss, and we can meet again in a few days once we have come to a decision. I believe we have all the information we need.”
“Very well. Please email me once you have your decision, and I will ensure we meet promptly.”
Kat’s hand cups my balls as she sinks that sinful mouth down on me once again.
I don’t give them a chance to answer as I click the X and close out of our meeting.
They should be happy I was willing to give them that much.
Had I not planned to tease her as a way to deal with her attitude when she came in here upset, I would have stopped the meeting the moment she walked in the door.
But I’d enjoyed the game, maybe a little too much.
The second the window is gone, I reach for her, wrapping a hand around her bicep and pulling her to her feet. She gasps in surprise but quickly gets her feet under herself as I pull her into my chest, crushing her lips to mine.
Kissing Kat is like drinking an expensive glass of whisky—tastes divine, makes you want more, and ruins you for anything else.
The only thing that’s better than tasting her sweet lips is fucking her sweet pussy.
With a groan, I use my hold on her arm to spin her around, breaking our kiss and leaving her bent over my desk.
Kat looks back over her shoulder at me, but doesn’t move as I look at the pretty picture she’s painting for me.
I will be forever ruined when I sit here, unable to picture anything but this moment. Every meeting, phone call, and email will be handled with my cock stiff and wanting only her.
Perfect.
Her eyes follow my hand as I drop it into my lap, gripping my cock with lazy strokes. Again, she snags her bottom lip between her teeth as she presses her thighs together, earning herself a swat to the ass that makes her cry out in surprise and makes my dick jerk in my hand.
“I’ve told you about biting your lip.” Her mouth pops open, releasing her lip as her mouth falls into a delicious little o, and again her thighs clench.
Another swat, this time just a bit harder, makes her breath hitch.
“And none of that.” I point to her thighs with my free hand and watch heat flood her cheeks, turning them a beautiful pink color.
I reach out, tugging the stretchy material of her dress up over her ass, and let out a hiss as I grip the base of my cock in hopes of controlling myself.
“Where are your underwear, Katherine?”
Goosebumps break out over her ass and down her legs as she shivers, and if I wanted to, I’m sure I could get off simply watching her reactions. If only I weren’t so fucking desperate to fill her with my cum and eventually my child.
Her tongue darts out to wet her lips before she looks across the room at the couch and armchairs where I often sit with the others when we have things to talk about here in the office.
It takes me a second, but once I see them, I’m not sure how I missed them.
Bright red, they sit near her coat, balled up.
I raise a brow at her in question, and the color on her face deepens until she nearly matches them.
“They were soaked, and lace is uncomfortable when it’s wet,” she murmurs as she squirms under my gaze.
I roll my chair toward her, tapping my shoe on one ankle and then the other.
She doesn’t hesitate to open for me, and the way she listens and wants to please goes right to my cock.
I reach out and palm the beautiful milky globe of her ass before letting my hand venture lower.
I don’t even reach her pussy before I feel just how wet she is; her thighs are soaked, and I can’t resist the urge to taste her.
Why would I want to when she tastes like heaven?
She whimpers, and I feel the muscles in her thighs tense as I flick my tongue through her wetness, groaning as the intoxicating flavor of her explodes in my mouth.
Pulling back, I continue my path up her legs with my hand and sink two fingers deep inside of her and feel her walls flutter around them.
“You will not come until I tell you that you can.” I remain still but release my hold on my cock as I push to stand, bending over her, letting her feel my hard length pressed against her ass.
“Understood?”
She quickly nods before remembering herself.
“Yes, sir,” she croaks, and I begin to move.