Page 19 of On Your Knees

I follow behind Zeland as he talks to Eliott. When we get to another elevator, Zeland places his hand on akeypad and then grabs my hand and pulls me on with him.

“Have a good meeting,” Eliott says to me and winks.

“That’s your personal assistant?”

“Yes, he can be a lot, but he is the best assistant I have ever had. Now this meeting might be a lot to take in, and most of it will probably be boring, but it’s good to know just how dark the web can be.”

“Okay,” I reply as the doors open, and we walk straight onto a floor that is laid out like a massive boardroom.

Ridge stands at the front next to a man dressed in black who looks like he could take you down in seconds with only his bare hands. Ridge looks over at us as we walk toward him, glancing down at our joined hands.

Zeland squeezes, probably well aware of what this is doing to his best friend, and I’m happy to help a guy out. We pause beside Ridge, who stops talking at our arrival.

“Aspen, this is our Chief Information Security Officer, our Chief Technology Officer, Head of Security and Information Security Manager, our Privacy Officer, our Legal Counsel, and heads of our IT Security, Incident Response, Public Relations, and Communications and HR,” Ridge says, introducing me, and though I have no idea why he felt the need to inform me, it makes me smile.

“It’s nice to meet you all.”

Zeland leans into my side. “You have no clue what any of these people do.”

I lightly chuckle. “Besides HR, no clue.”

“I told you Ridge likes you, and it annoys him that he does,” Zeland replies, bumping my hip with his. “Go take a seat somewhere—this is going to be a long meeting.”

“She can sit at our table up the front,” Ridge adds, and Zeland pokes me in the ribs.

I hate to break it to him, but there are only two chairs at their table. You can clearly tell it’s theirs by the two plaques with their names engraved on them:

Ridge EllingtonandZeland Reid-Ellington

I move to their table and take a seat in Ridge’s chair, just because I know it will spark a reaction from him.

“Welcome, everybody. Thank you for coming today. All of you should know me—I’m Zeland Reid-Ellington and that handsome devil is Ridge Ellington.” A few people who are seated laugh. “Over the last few months, we have had some reports of privacy breaches, and at least one stalker. You are my top creators, and your safety is our number one priority. You have all been invited to hear what we have been doing to keep you safe and what you can do to keep yourself safe. We have our entire team here today, so this will be a lengthy process, and we appreciate your attendance. We will take questions after each speaker so you can address any direct inquiries you have regarding what they are talking about. Any questions you have for myself, please write them down and I will address them at the end of this meeting. We are live streaming to our other creators who couldn’t be here. Refreshments are at the back of the room, and we will take a break so you can use the restrooms. First, I wouldlike to introduce you to our Chief Information Officer, Amanda Bright.”

No one claps when I do, but screw them—what a boss bitch among all those men. She looks over at me and smiles.

Ridge and Zeland walk toward me, Ridge making eye contact, which I try to maintain because he is intimidating when his sole attention is on me.

“You’re in my seat,” he whispers.

“Shh, I’m listening to Miss Bright.”

His jaw goes tight as Zeland sits down beside me, taking my hand and pulling me toward him. I stand and try not to laugh at Ridge.

Zeland guides me to his lap and places his right hand on my stomach. “I knew I would get you on top of me one way or another,” he whispers in my ear.

As I wiggle my ass against his crotch, he groans, and I silently chuckle. I sit and listen as the presenters talk, and the creators ask questions. It’s a lot of information and I’m honestly slightly overwhelmed. Zeland rubs my stomach with his thumb. He knows what he is doing—my nipples harden beneath my bra, and I have to adjust how I’m sitting because it’s sending a signal to my lady parts. Now is not the time or place, but his thick, hard erection beneath my ass isn’t helping.

I lean back against his shoulder. “You play dirty, Mr. Reid-Ellington.”

Our battle continues for what feels like hours. Every time I move, he strokes my stomach with his thumb, or he switches it up and runs a finger down my spine. Inever imagined it could be possible to have an orgasm without actually having sex, but I’m so close I might actually combust right here in front of an entire floor full of people.

Ridge leans in close, but doesn’t look our way, keeping his attention fixed on the front of the room.

“Will you two stop?! Foreplay is not appropriate right now.”

I feel Zeland silently laugh behind me. “Either join in or be quiet,” he whispers back.

“I’m not fucking your stray,” Ridge retorts.

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