Page 54 of Brassy Bigwig

“Me too. I’ve been so worked up these past few days. It’s crazy. I’ve never felt this way before.”

“I know you have. I’ve enjoyed watching your body movements immensely.”

“You have? I hope no one else noticed.”

“No. They don’t know you the way I know you,” I assure her.

“Are you an expert on me already, Mr. Andino?”

I watch as his eyes roll into the back of his head. When they meet mine again, there is a storm brewing inside of them that captivates me. Like rough waves in the middle of the ocean, I want them to pull me under and swallow me whole.

“We can’t do this here,” he begins. Thinking quickly, he speaks again, “I’m going to send out an email that I’m working from home tomorrow. Then Ivan will drive us to your house. I want you to pack a bag and spend the weekend with me. We can lock ourselves away in my penthouse and only come up for air to eat. We’ll need the energy.”

He stops talking only to kiss me again. But it’s short-lived before he tears his lips from mine once more.

“I don’t know if I can wait that long. I feel like a dog who’s gone too long without a bone to devour. Fuck packing a bag. I’ll send Ivan out for any essentials you may need.”

His lips crash against mine again. This time, he doesn’t back away to speak. He asks his question with his lips still firmly planted on mine.

“Are you wet?”

“Yes.”

“If I lifted your skirt right now, would I find a wet spot on your panties?”

“Yes,” I pant as his lips trace a path down my neck.

He pulls my blouse to the side and continues his kisses over my collarbone. I feel him rifling through his pocket for something, and for a moment, I wonder if he’s touching himself. Until I realize he’s trying to get his phone out.

He removes his lips from me and presses a couple buttons on his screen. Then he holds the phone up to his ear and pierces me with his gaze.

“Ivan, I need to get home ASAP. Are you close?”

Is he asking me that or Ivan?

Either way, I know my eyes tell him I am close.

So. Fucking. Close.

Close to losing all control and begging him to take me, here and now. Close to telling him I don’t care who catches us. I don’t care if it ends with me losing my job. I would suffer any and all consequences just for him to plant his cock inside of me and take me back to that night in Greece.

“Excellent, we’re coming down now.”

He ends the call.

“Get your things,” he barks.

If this were any other situation, I think I may have been offended by the way he’s speaking to me, but at the moment, I love it. I love his dominance over me. It’s new and exciting, and it’s something I’ve never experienced before.

I’m not thinking straight. I have plans this weekend, but right now, I couldn’t care less about any of them. It feels like this relationship is clouding all the good judgment I have and is about to take over my entire life.

When I get to my desk, the phone starts to ring.

In my lust-filled daze, I barely hear it. D struts out of his office and places his hand on my ass. Luckily, the lobby camera’s view is obstructed by the height of my desk.

“Let it ring. You go down before me. Ivan will be there with the limo, and he will let you in. I am going out the East entrance so no one sees us leaving together. Tell Ivan to meet me there. I’ll be down in a few minutes.”

“Okay,” I respond, grabbing my purse and heading toward the elevator.

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