All Chapters of Submission in the Boardroom: A Matter Of Authority: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

“As if,” he muttered under his breath.I smiled but didn't comment. There was no need to. We both knew I wasn't wrong. Soon, if not tonight, we would do more than kiss. It was something boyfriends do, after all.Asher concentrated on driving, while I thought of how to get him to take me home. Knowing who he was, he would likely drop me off at the nearest bus stop after dinner. He didn't look like the type to fuck on a first date, even though he had let a stranger top him.I clenched my fists at that thought. Even though I was that 'stranger,' I didn't like the thought that he would have let another man touch him.I was still lost in thought when we arrived at the restaurant. It wasn't what I was expecting. He had to bloody pick a restaurant I owned. Out of all the restaurants, he could have chosen. I mean, there were hundreds around. He'd reserved a table at my restaurant. Of course, he had the means to the most expensive one that took months to get a reservation or payment with enou

I positioned myself between his legs with the head of my cock pressing against his entrance. I looked down at him, this man I had always loved for years and wanted him to be mine, now spread open beneath me, looking hungry and trusting, and I felt something shift in my chest. Something that wasn't just want.I pushed inside him in one slow thrust, and the sound he made was the most beautiful thing I'd ever heard. He was tight, so tight, and I had to stop halfway in to let him adjust. His fingers dug into my shoulders.I pushed deeper, until I was fully inside him, and we both went still. Then I fucked him. Hard and fast. Every thrust drove him up the bed, his head knocking against the headboard, his hands flying out to grip the posts. The slap of our skin filled the room. I watched his cock bounce with every stroke, watched the pre-cum smear across his stomach, and I wanted more.I wrapped my hand around his throat, pressing down just enough to make his breath catch. His eyes locked o

ASHERThe ache woke me first.It came from deep in my thighs, that unfamiliar pull of muscles I'd never used that way before. I rolled over and reached across the sheets for him, only to freeze. The sheets were cold on his side of the bed. I snapped my eyes open immediately, as my heart hammered loudly against my eyes.“What the fuck?”The pillow beside me still had the indent of his head, but the warmth was gone. I sat up too fast, cursing at the twinge in my lower back. The room spun for a second before I sat up straight. He left. The thought hit me like cold water, dampening the hotness I felt last night when he came onto me. I had surrendered to him, as I had imagined from the first time I met him, and I believed it was the start of something between us, but now….My hand went to my collarbone, and I massaged the marks he had left on me. It was evidence that last night had happened. That he'd wanted me, and that for a few hours, at least, I'd been his.But morning came. And he

ASHERI winced the moment I sat at my desk. My arse hurt so badly, I know it would take at least a day or two to heal properly. It reminded me so much of that night at the bar… Talking about that night, was it strange that I thought Guel was that man because of how he fucked me? The feeling was the same, and their cocks were the same size. I would know, since he fucked me with it. And his breathing….I think I'm overthinking. Guel was so good, I started thinking he was the same as that masked man. No, he isn't. Even if he was good, he was no match for the man at the bar. A knock on my door caused me to focus back on the present. I sat up, only to wince again. Fuck Guel. The culprit stepped in with a wide grin. In his hand was a bouquet. I raised a brow and tried to fight the smile that wanted to break out on my lips. “What are you doing here?”“Why? Is it a crime to visit my boyfriend?” Grinning, he walked over to my desk and placed the bouquet on it. “I missed you, Asher.”I rolled

GUELI rubbed my hand on the back of my neck. “Mum —”“You're just 20, I know, but that doesn't mean you can't work that thing between your legs. When are you planning on giving me an heir?” She asked shamelessly.“Mum —”“Why? Don't you ever want to get married? Your mother isn't getting any younger. I need to carry my grandkids before I die.”“I know, but —”“Do you know my friend Clara? Her son, just 19, knocked a lady up. They're expecting a baby by winter!”“But —”“I don't mind how you do it. Just give me a grandchild. I'll be happy if you can —”“I need to go now, Mum. My boss is here!” I disconnected before realising I was the boss, and Mum would know I was running away because of the lousy excuse I'd just made up. Well, we would have to solve that when I returned home because I knew she wouldn't leave until we talked everything out. I called Maxwell immediately. He answered the call on the first ring. “Sir —”“Don't tell my mum I'm coming over today, please. I need nothing