LOGINNicholas's POV
No one made a move as the knocking persisted.
What was my mother doing here? She didn't inform me that she was coming over. Heck, she was supposed to be in Austria.
The girls noticed the nervousness in my expression and slowly pulled away.
“Should we…” Valerie started and I placed a hand over her lips.
“Get under the desk, both of you,” I instantly ordered, pulling away completely. Disappointment etched across their faces but none of them protested. I stared down at my hard length, almost sorrowfully.
I was so close…
“Nicholas…” The knocking came again and I snapped out of my daze, immediately fixing myself. I hurried to the washroom to apply some cologne and wasted my expensive perfume on the room too.
Tossing their clothes under the desks, I grabbed the remote and the door.
“Goodness…” her heels clicked against the marble floors as the petite woman walked in. “What took you so long?”
“Mom!” I feigned excitement, walking over to her with open arms. “It's so good to see you.”
It wasn't a lie. If the timing hadn't been so messed up, I'd be more than delighted to have her over.
Her arms wrapped around me, reciprocating the hug. She felt very frail, just like months ago. I pulled away with a frown.
“You went to Austria for medical checkup, but I can't really tell the difference. You still feel like a porcelain doll,” I commented and she flicked my headache.
“Who do you think you're talking to, you little rascal?” She scolded with a smile. “How's work?”
I pulled a seat for her before moving behind my desk. My eyes dropped to Valerie and Amelia, giving them a stern look that read “behave.”
“Work's good, Mom,” I started, searching for the file containing the company's latest project plans. “I've been working on something lately…”
“I am aware,” she snorted. “You have dark circles all over your eyes. You've been working overtime again, haven't you?”
She was going to scold me again..
“Mom, this is really important for the company. Besides… fuck…” the curse fell off my lips asa hand suddenly gripped my member.
My grip tightened around the files as I hardened instantly.
“Are you okay, Nick?” My mother's brows furrowed in concern.
“Yes…” I sucked in a breath as the hand gently stroked me through my pants. My eyes dropped to the mischievous smirk on Amelia's face.
My eyes darkened. Did she already forget I told them not to touch me without permission? I could see in those big lustful eyes that she was provoking me on purpose.
She wanted me to punish her.
Her fingers moved over my pants, up to my zipper, without breaking eye contact.
“Nicholas?” My mother's voice startled me and I blinked, snapping out of it.
“Yes… the file…” I pulled out the folder, my fingers stiff as I placed it on the desk, forcing myself to focus on the neat black text instead of the chaos brewing inches below me.
My mother leaned back in the chair, watching me with that familiar, assessing gaze. “You’ve been distracted lately,” she said lightly. “Not like you. Is something weighing on you?”
My cock was freed from my pants now and gentle fingers teased it gently.
I inhaled slowly through my nose, schooling my expression into calm professionalism while my pulse betrayed me.
Beneath the desk, I felt movement in between my legs.
“I’ve just had a lot on my plate,” I replied evenly. “Expansion plans. Investors. Travel.”
Her eyes softened. “You don’t have to carry everything alone, Nicholas. I know you've been trying really hard to keep the company afloat…”
A heated tongue swiped over my cap and I gasped, gripping the arm of my chair. My eyes dropped to Amelia who causally, rolled her tongue all over me.
Valerie crawled out to my side and gently picked my hand from the arm of my chair, placing it over her hardened nipples.
“... I'm sure a break will be good for you.” My mother's words finally caught my ears.
“Yeah…” I forced my attention back to her as my fingers tugged gently at Valerie's hard nipple. “A break would be good.”
My mother nodded, finally opening the folder to take a look at it. In that moment, Amelia took me in her mouth and I felt my insides melt in the wetness.
I wanted nothing more than to grab her head and fuck her mouth until she was gagging all over me.
Her head bopped up and down over my hard length. Pleasure shot through my veins and I cursed softly. My mother's eyes darted to me briefly before returning to the folder.
“This is really good,” she commented, just as I hit the back of Amelia's throat.
“Yeah, so fucking good,” I breathed, grabbing a fistful of her hair to control her movements. I struggled to contain my curses as I forced her head down, pushing myself deeper and harder into her mouth.
“Fuck!” I cursed and my mother's eyes snapped to me again. I forced a smile and she rolled her eyes. I let go of Amelia's hair and she slid to the floor, allowing Valerie to take over.
I watched Valerie climb over, sitting on her face as she entrapped my dripping cock between her boobs.
I reached for the towel on my desk and casually stuffed it in her mouth to keep her screams muffled.
Excitement coursed through me as she started bouncing on Amelia's face. Her soft boobs slid smoothly up and down my cock.
Valerie must have hit a good spot because her muffles were getting louder and louder. My mother suddenly slammed the folder shut, startling all three of us.
All movements stopped.
Her blue eyes narrowed at me suspiciously as she stood. “What the hell are you doing, Nick?”
“Huh?” I blurted playing innocent.
“What's all that noise?” She demanded, pushing her chair backwards.
Fuck, I'm screwed.
Her eyes scanned around the office as she walked around the desk. I forced myself to stay calm even though my heart was pounding hard against my ribcage.
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