are getting hard again," one guy groaned. "I can't take this. I'm outta here."
Chapter 7
By the time they left the conference room, she'd washed up and appeared only slightly disheveled. She may be about to get fucked, but there was the walk of shame to get through first.
About to get fucked.
By Draken Almatto. In his office, apparently.
Her body was all for the idea. Her brain deemed her loony. Today Draken had taken things too far. He'd pushed her limits.
It had been wonderful in the end. But still. Tomorrow she'd regret this.
That was tomorrow, though.
They passed a number of people in the hallway, elevator, and reception area. Only a few had been in the executive meeting, and none so much as winked at her or showed in any way that a few minutes ago they'd been watching her spread out on her back driving a dildo into her wet cunt. Everyone was professional, Draken included. No innuendos. No personal touches.
Not even a glance down her body.
Totally respectful.
It wasn't for their own reputation, she realized. They were VIPs. They could probably do anything risqué they wanted at the office and the scandal would blow over.
They were being decent .
For her .
They thought she was sexy and charming and they were protecting her.
Weird. But also wow.
It turned Charli on so badly she wished she had panties on, because her skirt was barely long enough to hide the wetness trickling down her thigh.
She also knew if anybody looked down Draken's body, they would see that the front of his slacks was one enormous bulge. Well, if he wasn't holding his briefcase in front of him whenever they were stopped. Which he was.
At last he opened the door to his office and ushered her through. She stepped inside...and halted, letting the heavy shutting door bang into her, causing her to stumble.
For Matthew was leaning against Draken's desk. He looked hella hot, literally and figuratively. His sandy hair was a little mussed, his suit jacket gone, and it was evident from his long, tailored shirt, which was partially unbuttoned and hanging loose out of his slacks, that his torso rivaled Draken's for body sculpting.
And he was kissing a tall, slender woman in a power suit, his hands cupping her slim ass.
Draken crossed his arms and smirked. "Yo, Matthew, Sally," he said. As if he came upon his assistant and another employee necking in his office all the time.
Matthew unhurriedly released the woman, whose lipstick was smudged and who looked fairly dazed. "Hey, Draken," he said easily, never letting his gaze leave Sally as he touched his finger to her plump lips. "Your meetings are messing with my work ethic."
"Matthew and I," Draken said to Charli, "are cousins, Ms. Fontina, in case you were wondering why he lacks the appropriate subservience for his role. He tries, but he doesn't always hit quite the right note."
"Oh. Oh, I see," she lied. "I uh, I think you do a good job."
"Thanks, Ms. Fontina. I try. One day soon," Matthew paused for emphasis, "Draken will hire a real professional and I'll be free."
She thought "free" sounded strange. "This isn't your normal job?"
"Not exactly. My mother is blackmailing me."
Charli's eyes widened.
"It's a long story," Matthew smiled. "Basically, she thinks I'm irrepressible. She thinks working for Draken will tame me."
"Because I'm four months older, brat," Draken said. "And the boss of you."
"And stole my patent from me," Matthew said pleasantly.
"It was my patent. I just asked for your help a couple of times." In an aside, Draken said, "The real problem is he's never forgiven me for swiping his remote 'copter back in the fifth grade."
"You guys!" Sally said, and Charli giggled. Until she remembered. The dildo!
Abruptly she began scanning the desk. Back in the conference room, Draken had instructed Matthew to put the dildo on the desk. But all she saw on the gleaming expanse was a cigar box.
She stared at it suspiciously—and caught Matthew eying her with a half-smile. Had
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