Chapter 53
“Jess!” I yell, noticing a sudden calendar addition for an investor deck review meeting. “What’s this meeting on my calendar?”
“Marketing demanded it.” She shrugs. Jess is usually a pit bull when it comes to my calendar. I’m surprised she would allow a same-day request from marketing.
“What did they give you?”
“Um, nothing,” she says, nervously.
Now I’m suspicious. I hope they’re not trying to trick me into some team-building bullshit.
Leaning back in my chair, I wait for the marketing team to fill my office. It’s weird that they chose my office as the meeting location instead of any of our conference rooms.
“Dani!” My surprise is genuine as I spot her and Jess in my doorway.
“Don’t kill me,” Jess whispers and scurries away; Dani shuts the door behind her.
“What are you doing here?”
“No lock … That seems like an oversight,” she flirts.
“You’re here to distract me.” I shake my head, smiling.
She smirks, playing with the buttons of her jacket. “The first time I was in this office … When I met you … I wanted to do a few things,” she says, sliding her backpack onto the chair. Opening it, she takes out black heels and kicks off her shoes.
“We can’t,” I growl.
“That’s not what you said in Traverse City,” she says, sliding on her heels.
I take a deep breath, reminiscing about how she told me about this fantasy.
She slips off her jacket, letting it pool on the floor, revealing a bondage-inspired lingerie set beneath. The dark leather harness and stockings frame her perfectly—my heart races. Not having a lock on this door is indeed an oversight.
“Fuck, Dani,” I whisper in sexual frustration, squeezing the armrests of my chair hard. I want to crack her ass over my knee, but that would be too loud for the office.
“Don’t break a tooth,” she teases, noticing my clenched jaw.
“You’re trying to kill me.”
She leans over my desk, resting her chin in her hand.
“Come over here,” I command. “Sit on my lap.” I push her hair behind her ears. “I’m never going to get over how sexy you are.” I grab the harness and pull her into me for a kiss. “Is that bourbon?” I playfully ask, tasting it on her tongue.
“I needed some liquid courage for this.”
“I want to fuck you very disrespectfully right now.” I breathe, taking her in.
“That’s, in fact, why I am here.”
Sighing deeply, I trace a finger along her straps, “I can’t have you screaming in the office.”
She wraps her arms around my neck, whispering, “Tell me to be quiet, then.”
My dick is rock-hard. “Fucking torturing me,” I growl before biting her lip. “Do not,” I emphasize, “make a sound.”
She nods, and I pull the harness until she stands. “Bend over my desk.” I caress her back and squeeze Dani’s ass before biting down on her cheek and taking my frustration out with the bite. I hate that we have to be quiet. She whimpers as I continue to bite down.
“Not a peep,” I remind.
I stare at this gorgeous girl, ready to give me the perfect fantasy.
“Dani …” I hesitate, thinking about our relationship. “I don’t keep condoms at the office.”
She looks over her shoulder with a bold gaze. “We both know I’m your girlfriend.”
“We do?” I haven’t thought about anyone else and sure as fuck haven’t touched anyone since I met her. Adam is out of the picture, but it didn’t feel right to talk about what we are just yet. Her life has changed so much since our first encounter in this room.
“It’s not like you can impregnate me.” She devilishly giggles.
I snap the strap, holding up her thigh in frustration. “You don’t know how badly I want to bend you over my knee and spank you right now.”
She grinds her ass into me.
“My girlfriend,” I whisper, admiring her body and running my hands down her back. “Look at me …” She turns around, wrapping her arms around my neck. “I don’t take relationships lightly. Are you ready for this commitment?”
“Yes,” she says firmly, holding my gaze.
“Without hesitation … Good girl.” Lifting her, I set her on my desk, ready to fuck this sassy girl I can’t get enough of. Unbuttoning my belt, I release my cock. Sliding her panty to the side, I enter her soaking, perfect little pussy. “There’s no going back after this.”
“Fuck your girlfriend.”
“Fuck,” I pant, pushing every inch into her, feeling all of her. “This is going to be a quick one. We cannot get caught.”
She giggles, pulling me in for a kiss.
“Baby, you feel amazing,” I say, pushing her onto the desk. She’s so little. I shouldn’t be surprised by how comfortably she fits on my desk. Grabbing her ankles, I place both of her legs over my shoulders. “Not a fucking sound,” I growl, thrusting faster.
Papers tumble from my desk as I plow into her. “You’re so fucking sexy like this,” I pant. “I love this harness.” I tug it, pulling her to sit and kiss her deeply, relishing her taste. “How does it feel—raw?” I whisper.
“Huge,” she whispers. “Huge in every way.”
“Baby …” I trail off, closing my eyes and loving how she feels around me.
Dani makes the sexiest fucking moan, and I pull out. “Shh,” I remind. “If you can’t be quiet, I’m not going back in.”
She pouts, and I bite her lip. We hold a heated stare before I pick her up and place her feet back on the ground. “Turn around.”
Setting her hands on my desk, Dani huffs a quiet giggle. I squeeze her hips, then re-enter her. I fuck hard and fast, needing to come sooner than I’d like to not raise suspicion. “You’re so wet for me.” I breathe. “My girlfriend,” I whisper, loving saying that and loving that she’s mine.
With each thrust, I’m closer to being there and deciding between coming inside of her and coming on her back. I pull her hair, tilting her head up, and go as deep as I can.
She’s such a good girl when she wants to be. “Fuck, baby,” I pant, releasing inside of her.
I almost say three dangerous words but clench my jaw. It’s too fucking soon to say I love you.
Thank you, Adam Harris. I laugh internally. I’m so happy I met Dani. She’s the only good thing to come from my deal.
Pulling out, I kiss her ass over the new bruise I left. I love leaving my bite on her. Dani is all mine. She turns toward me, reading my expression.
“I came prepared.” She smiles, goes back to her backpack, and pulls out wipes.
“You had this all planned out, huh?” I chuckle, getting myself back together and picking up the pile of papers on the floor.
“I know I’m not your publicist, but what do you think about being on Real Talks?” Dani asks as she puts her tennis shoes back on.
“That’s what you’re thinking about right now?” I furrow my brow, and she shrugs.
“You didn’t enjoy that?”
“Oh, I did!” She giggles. “But I’ve been thinking about how you have not gotten any press and how I can help with that. The podcast will put you on any time you want,” she says, confident, and I assume she’s already reached out to them.
“Seriously?”
“You’re kind of a big deal.”
“How come my PR firm isn’t getting me podcast interviews?”
“Because they suck.”
“Can you schedule it for next week?” I ask, smiling at her. “I’ll have Jessica send you my availability.”
“You really should be media-trained first.”
“Okay.” I smile at how blasé she is talking to me about this after my dick was fucking her brains out minutes ago. I think both of our love languages are acts of service.
“I’ll tell my PR firm to do that before the interview.”
With her jacket and tennis shoes back on, you’d never know what was under it. I have the best girlfriend.
“What are you doing this weekend?” she asks, coming in for a hug.
“Do you know what a hackathon is?”
“Isn’t it like when a bunch of coders get in a room for a few days to solve a problem?”
“Right. The idea is for it to be collaborative and fast-paced. Every couple of months, I have a practice of having a mini one for myself. I lock myself in my condo and deep dive into a problem,” I share, brushing her hair behind her shoulders, then resting my finger under her chin.
“What do you think about coming over tomorrow morning and spending a long weekend locked up with me, working on our businesses?”
“I can play prisoner.” She raises a brow.
“It’s not that kind of weekend.” I lean down and peck her lips.
“I’m down for the hackathon. I have a lot to think about with my business too.”
Staring at her, I can’t believe we just fucked in my office and so easily transitioned back to work talk. She gets my life. “That was fun.”
“That was fun, boyfriend.” She giggles. “Great meeting.”
I bite my lip before saying, “Don’t you dare touch yourself until I see you again.”
Dani laughs, sticking her tongue out before slipping out the door.
“Little fucking brat.” I huff, smiling, and lean back into my chair before adding a new calendar reminder: “Anniversary” for one year from now.