Chapter 9; A new release

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Nickolai's POV

I walked away, afraid I was doing too much — pushing myself and practically forcing him to become something he didn't want to be.

I went into my office, replied to all my emails, and focused properly on every meeting. I had paid the towing company; they had one job to do for me.

My secretary walked into the room with slow strides, carrying a stack of documents — far too many for me to finish in one day.

She smiled at me. I avoided her gaze and turned back to my laptop, continuing what I had been doing since morning.

"You have a special meeting in the next three hours," she said, setting the documents down and resting her hands on the table, her cleavage spilling forward from across where I worked.

I took a deep breath, wondering why I hadn't fired her.

"A press meeting," she added abruptly, standing upright when she noticed I was ignoring her and everything she was putting on display.

My chest tightened as I forced myself to think about what I was going to face at today's meeting.

She walked closer to me, moving in slow strides, and I wondered what she was up to this time.

I swallowed, trying to steer clear of what was happening.

"You need to calm down, boss," she said, moving closer and slowly running her fingers along the hem of my shirt.

I needed to tell her to leave, but I couldn't. I needed a release, and I wasn't going to get it any other way.

She stepped into the space between me and the desk and bent down.

She looked up at me for approval and fumbled with the belt on my tailored trousers.

I closed my eyes as she slipped her hand beneath the fabric.

I pushed my trousers down, freeing the hard, strained cock that had been throbbing with thoughts of Damian.

I watched as my secretary's eyes widened. I couldn't wait for her to finish admiring it. I pushed the back of her head and guided her down.

She gulped.

She choked — as though she was trying to take every single inch of me in.

I moaned loudly, even as I noticed there were people just outside.

She gulped again, traces of spit mixed with my cum dripping down her lips.

I imagined Damian doing this.

She gripped my thighs, trying to keep up with the rhythm I was setting.

I wasn't satisfied, so I pulled her up by the hair and told her to lift her skirt.

I pulled her onto my lap and made her sit on the erect, throbbing cock that still pulsed for release.

She lowered herself slowly, taking every inch of me into her tight pussy.

A moan rasped out of her mouth as she felt it hit a spot deep inside her.

She placed her arms around my neck and wrapped her legs around my waist as she rocked against me slowly.

"Ohh… yes," she moaned loudly.

"This feels so good… ahh," she kept moaning, her head falling back as the rhythm built.

My cock filled her completely — I was sure of it. Each thrust felt like I was reaching deeper inside her.

We were close to climax. I was close, and I was sure she was too. She pulled me closer by the neck, her ragged breath fanning my ear as she moved faster.

I let my eyes roll back as the wave of orgasm washed over us both. She rested her head on my neck as she caught her breath.

She stood up abruptly, as though afraid of getting caught.

She adjusted her skirt and fixed her hair, gave me a wink I ignored, and then opened the door and left.

I sighed deeply, thinking of Damian and what he might be doing.

The telephone rang, pulling me out of my thoughts.

I looked at the strange number and my heart stopped. I wasn't sure who had my personal number and was calling me on this line.

I ignored it.

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"After so many considerations, and so much planning has gone into this—" He paused, studying every face in the room.

"We have reached a conclusion regarding the remaining buildings." My lawyer continued.

I tapped my foot steadily, trying to stay focused and present in the conversation.

This was the fourth meeting I'd had today, and I couldn't wait to be done.

I nodded sharply so he knew I was listening.

"Thank you for coming — we'll get back to you on the last building," I said, flicking the cap of the pen I was holding.

They all clapped and murmured their approval as I stood up and left the conference room.

The receptionist walked up to me with a letter and handed it to me.

I walked away wondering what could be inside. I would open it the moment I got to my office.

I walked in and draped my suit over the arm of the chair.

I tore the envelope open, eager to see what it contained.

Damian.

Every hair on my body stood on end at the sight of his name.

He was inviting me to his first exhibition. I hadn't seen him in a long time. I wasn't sure I was ready to.

I smiled, dragging my fingers slowly across my beard.

I smiled knowing exactly what kind of chaos I was going to stir up at that exhibition.

"This is going to be very interesting," I laughed — a sharp thrill of anticipation running down my spine.