PRIVATE MESSAGE

Erzabet Bishop

Her bare pussy had touched his chair. It was the only coherent thought running through Dale’s mind as the meeting ran into the two-hour nightmare that as CEO he had to endure every Tuesday. He always hated Mondays but after yesterday he was going to have to rethink that one. He’d known the new senior engineer was a firecracker when he interviewed her, but never in his wildest imaginings had he quite envisioned this scenario.

And he’d bet money the reason why lay somewhere in yesterday’s decision to put the new project in the vicinity of his old standby principal engineer instead of rewarding her with the account she’d brought to the table.

But she was too new. Untested.

She had a right to be angry. But this… The fucking shock of it had almost rendered him speechless. Picking up the phone thinking it was another one of the security team’s test drills, all he could do was stare.

Steve’s monotonous financial rhetoric had left his brain in a fog, but the instant the alert went off on his phone, Dale’s eyes snapped to the screen. Georgette stood in his office doorway, her expression mutinous, a single piece of paper crumpled in her hand as she took in the empty office. He took in the tight black skirt riding up the sculpted planes of her ass, the sweater molded to her perfectly lush breasts.

She must have waited until his secretary had gone off to lunch to try and corner him in his den. Checking his watch, he grimaced. It was well after noon and the team was starting to get restless. But they wouldn’t leave until he did.

And clearly she’d expected him to be at his desk—unlike yesterday, when she’d entered his office thinking no one was looking. Today, displaying an awe-inspiring measure of boldness, she’d proceeded to raise the hem of her skirt, draw down her panties, and sit in his favorite chair.

Sliding her fingers inside of her slick sex, she’d writhed and moaned her way through a vigorous bout of self-pleasure, her legs splayed out, hips thrusting as she’d stuffed her hungry pussy with first two fingers, then three.

Not to be outdone, she’d fondled herself to a bois terous completion, using his personal handkerchief that he kept in his desk drawer to tidy herself up.

She hadn’t known he was watching. She also didn’t know that he’d barely made it to his private bathroom to tame the lust boiling in his veins at the thought of her finger-fucking herself. He watched it, over and over again, stroking his length until he was spent, hot jets of come spurting against the shower wall as he nearly collapsed.

No doubt she thought she still had the upper hand. The woman was a human resources field day, only he had the evidence he needed to keep the situation contained. And the ball was very much in his court.

Well, he wasn’t about to disappoint her in her quest to teach him a lesson.

“Excuse me, gentlemen.” He rose from his place at the head of the table, handing the reins of the meeting over to his more than capable second in command.

Gaze sharp, his eyes narrowed at the footage streaming live from his office.

Fuck. She was in his chair. Again.

Are you ready to submit?

He’d typed the one-line email before the meeting, his mouse hovering over the SEND button. Just sitting in the chair where he knew she had been only hours before had hardened his cock until his suit felt like it was suddenly a couple of sizes too small.

Installing the cameras hadn’t been his idea, but with the constant threat of industrial espionage and hackers, his security team had insisted on one located in his office, that only he had access to.

He rounded the corner of the hallway, passing his secretary, Meredith, on the way into the outer office.

“Give me two hours. I have a private meeting.”

“Yes, Sir.” Meredith gave him a brisk nod and continued on her way.

He entered his office and shut the door, locking it.

Georgette lounged in his chair, legs crossed and heels up on the desk. Her elegant eyebrow shot up in question, the rich scarlet waves of her hair falling in soft waves down her shoulders.

“The answer is no.” She rose, her heels sliding off the desk and to the floor.

Instead of saying anything, he laid his phone on the desk, the picture of her from yesterday, fingers buried inside her gleaming pussy, emblazoned on the screen.

“You bastard.”

“You may want to rethink that.” He stepped forward and yanked her toward him, her breasts mashed against his chest.

“I want that account.”

“No.” His cock hard, he walked her back toward the desk, pushing her onto the spacious wooden surface.

“I could sue you,” she whispered against his lips before biting down until he groaned and tasted blood.

He met her gaze, his own then trailing over to the phone. “You started this, kitten.”

Something clicked behind her eyes, and he felt her tremble against him.

“What do you want?”

“I sent you a private message earlier. That should have made everything quite clear.”

He flipped her over so her body was draped over the desk, the rounded curve of her ass taunting him through the fabric of her black skirt. He thrust his cock against her and a soft, strangled sound erupted from her lips.

“You’re insane.”

“Am I?”

He ran his hand down her back, finding the flesh beneath the elegant sweater. Curves. She was all woman and as his hand pressed firmly against her, she struggled, turning over so she faced him.

“Why are you doing this?” Her eyes were wide, reality setting in.

“Because I can.”

“It was a prank.” She wiggled against him, but he held her fast.

“Never tempt a wolf who’s hungry for dinner, Red. You might end up on the menu.”

“You’re just trying to scare me.” The sheen of tears glistened in her eyes. “You could have any woman here.”

“But I want you.” His fingers slid along her inner thigh, brushing against the sopping, thin barrier of her panties.

“Why?”

“Submit,” he whispered. She had started this game. And he would finish it.

“No.” Her response was strangled, but her lips opened in invitation.

He wound his fist into her hair and edged his right hand beneath the elastic, his finger sliding inside of her heat at the same time he tugged her head back, dragging a gasp from her lush mouth. She bucked, his knuckle teasing the erect nub of her clit.

And then he stopped.

Heavy lidded, her eyes met his and she licked her lips as he peeled off his tie and reached for her hands. “Last chance.”

“Yes.” All the breath left her as his fingers worked the silk tie over her wrists, his cock twitching with every movement.

But not yet. His hands cupped her generous breasts, pinching her nipples as she arched against him, the soft skin of her thighs opening to him at last.