INICIAR SESIÓNMy fingers arched and brushed once, and Olivia leaned forward, placing her chin on her fist, her elbow on the glass top of the table as she discreetly bit her bottom lip hard, her eyes glassy.I brushed again, and her walls tightly squeezed around my fingers, her thighs trembling against my forearm.Three more minutes and the CTO would stop speaking, and I doubted Rossi had heard a word of what the woman had said.Which, I thought, was completely crazy seeing how he was the biggest shareholder beside the Fletchers, and held the most voting power.But if he was going to watch me pleasure my girl, and slowly stew in torment as his eyes became bloodshot, how could I deny him such a torture?I increased my pace now, brushing over the textured walls in front of her pussy, my dick painfully hard at how warm she was inside, how tight, at the memory of how those same walls felt against the crown of my dick.Olivia moved her head from side to side now, slowly, the first movement her upper body
The lights overhead went off, the blinds fell, and the holographic images emerging from the projector flooded the oak desk with light, illuminating everyone’s faces.I moved my right hand, and Olivia gasped silently when my fingers kissed the silky smoothness of her mini-skirt-exposed thighs. Slowly, I ran my hand inward to where her thighs met, feeling the warm softness under my wide palm, the quivering muscles of her thighs under my touch, mourning the fact that I couldn’t stare at her face the whole time to see her every reaction.But her sounds were enough, the air escaping her slightly parted lips, a faint, continuous whoosh.The CTO of Omnexa took her place beside the holographic display in front of the room now and said, “Good morning gentlemen, and…” she paused, nodding in all the men’s direction, “Ladies.”Everyone around the table chuckled, except Olivia, of course, because my fingers had just reached the hem of her skirt.I glanced at her, and she had her signature cold l
“You’ve not had the chance to meet our CEO,” I heard Dean say, and when I turned to him, he gave me a nod. I walked over to where he was standing with Nevan Norcross. “My brother, Colt Theordore Fletcher. He's quite the busy man between his many businesses, so you might not see him often.”Nevan turned to me now, and he did not have the burden of pretending because he genuinely did not know me. So far, he had only had to deal with Sean and Axel.“This is Nevan Norcross,” Dean said, “He is Omnexa’s CEO, and we’ll be seeing if their product idea is any good today.” Nevan and I shook hands, and said The usual nice meeting you and all the wonderful things we may or may have not heard about one another.Finally, I moved away as the board members started to settle into their seats. Every last one of them was present today, and my eyes picked out Rossi and Louise Auclair, the people I most hated at the moment beside Dean.I could see the anxiousness in all their faces as my eyes swept the
With that smile on Olivia’s face and the brightness in her eyes, I was hesitant to bring up the issue of her meeting with Louise Auclair, and the fact that I wouldn’t stop searching for M. I did not even want to think about Sam or Emma.So, I brushed her cheek gently, leaned in and pressed my lips against her forehead as long as I could, and left her office. It made sense now why Sam would be scared that Olivia was out to destroy her. And God, was she lucky that Olivia was the one seeking revenge! Now I couldn't interfere.When I opened the door to my office, I was startled to see Dean sitting there.But my legs continued to move, even as my brain struggled to puzzle out all that my eyes took in. The man was half gone. I had not seen him since the day of the reunion, and right now, he looked, looked…broken.Yes, that was the word. His eyes were shadowed and shifty, his skin ashen, and the corner of his lips worked restlessly. Seeing him this way, I wondered if it was still necessa
“Olivia.” I groaned when her fingers fell past my belt, warm, gripping my achingly hard dick through my pants.Dropping my hand to her wrist with a smack, I clutched and pulled it away.This was not the plan. Not here.She groaned in protest. “Please Colt, it’s been days.” Opening her mouth more to me, her palm flattened against my cheek, caressing, fingers scratching my stubble.“I want you.” I groaned, tasting her tongue, the sweet hint of Nutella and syrup. “I want you bad.” She started to back away towards her desk.“Take me.” She pushed her breast into me, soft even under her all that clothing, and my dick jumped. "I’m yours. Take me.”“I know,” I breathed, sucking on her lips, juicy and plump, and so fucking soft. “You’ll always be mine.” I pushed my hand under her jacket, and her firm belly trembled to my touch. “Yes, you’ve been good, waiting for only my touch.”“I’m so wet.” She turned her head away, her lips parted and panting, and I dived for the soft flesh of her neck an
With all the internal conflicts I had, I was unsure how to look Olivia in the eye at our next meeting. But as soon as I saw her standing in the lobby, nothing else mattered.She was in a conversation with the CMO, listening, nodding, managing to look sexy and severe at the same time. She was clad in an off-white suede suit, boxy and official despite being cinched at the waist. But what really set the outfit off was her skirt.Olivia had on a mini skirt! And with that ass and those long legs, I knew it was going to be a long day for everyone. It seemed the conversation between her and the CMO had ended because the woman started heading in my direction, while Olivia walked off towards the elevator.“Hello, Mr Fletcher.” The blonde, bright pink lipstick CMO, gave me a full smile, and because my eyes were mostly on Olivia, I saw the moment her back stiffen at the mention of my name, but she did not look back.“Hey, Briana.” I reached out with a pat on her shoulder, moving the other way







