during those few words, until he reached
the top of her stocking. Digging one finger underneath he caressed the soft
skin of her inner thigh, and Anna forced herself not to squirm and give the
game away. “She has been most thorough, and the results will show once and for
all who is responsible for this current … mishap.”
He smiled
briefly, and looked toward Brian. The older man shrank in his seat. His Adam’s apple
bobbed wildly as though he could barely hold onto his saliva. Beads of sweat
broke out on his ruddy complexion, and Anna was half expecting the pencil he
clutched to splinter under the strain of his white knuckled grip.
“I also feel the need to
make it clear that Anna acted under direct orders from myself and her immediate
superior.” He nodded toward Anna’s boss, and Leonard Peterson shifted to stand
behind Brian, his expression as grave as she’d ever seen it.
“No one here should have
any reason to hold the findings of this report against Anna.” Again he paused,
and his penetrating gaze swept around the room until he seemed satisfied that
he had everyone’s undivided attention. At the same time he shifted his hand
higher up the inside of her thigh, until his knuckles brushed against the damp
fabric covering her slit. Anna bit her lip to stop herself from moaning. The
feather light touch seared her core, and her internal muscles clenched in need.
The fabric grew wetter, and he was bound to notice. She risked a peek at his
profile, and the slight elevation to his bottom lip told her that he knew
exactly how turned on she was.
He took a deep breath
and brushed his forefinger against her clit, pressing down just enough to make
the little nubbin tingle in anticipation. That smirk of his deepened, when she
couldn’t help her involuntary jump in response.
“Likewise no one in this
room has anything to fear from these findings, unless they have not been acting
in the company’s best interests. If you have indeed been mishandling funds then
now would be a prudent time to own up to this fact.”
Again he paused, and
Anna held her breath. He looked every inch the ruthless and dangerous business
man he was reported to be. His harsh features had drawn tight, his high cheek
bones accentuated under the artificial lighting that filled the room, despite
the blaring sun outside the windows overlooking London’s skyline. He held
himself perfectly still, the muscles bulging in tension under the light summer
suit he wore. Only his finger moved in slow, measured circles, designed to
drive Anna to the brink of insanity. She grasped hold of her armrests again,
and coughed to hide her moan as that finger slipped under the elastic of her
underwear and teased her entrance.
“I-I—” Brian shot out of
his chair and looked as though he would have made a run for it, had Leonard not
grabbed him by the suit lapels and pinned him against the wall. The door burst
open, and two burly security guards took over and dragged Brian from the room.
Anna was barely aware of the ensuing commotion, because Jonathan chose that
moment to thrust two fingers knuckle deep inside her channel. Her pussy walls
tightened around the digits, and Anna shut her eyes against the rising
sensation deep within. There was something so deliciously naughty about the CEO
finger-fucking her under the table.
The barely functioning
rational side of her brain urged her to scream, to do something. He was taking
liberties with her body that he had no right to take, but the other horny as
hell part of her told that side to shut the fuck up, even as Jonathan added his
thumb to her clit, pushing her closer and closer to release.
“Leonard, get Anna a
glass of water. She is looking a little flushed.”
Her eyes flew open at
the amused words, and she knew her cheeks must be as red as the roses in the
vase across the room, when her boss stepped close enough to her to see exactly
what was happening under the table. Jonathan did not release her. If
the top of her stocking. Digging one finger underneath he caressed the soft
skin of her inner thigh, and Anna forced herself not to squirm and give the
game away. “She has been most thorough, and the results will show once and for
all who is responsible for this current … mishap.”
He smiled
briefly, and looked toward Brian. The older man shrank in his seat. His Adam’s apple
bobbed wildly as though he could barely hold onto his saliva. Beads of sweat
broke out on his ruddy complexion, and Anna was half expecting the pencil he
clutched to splinter under the strain of his white knuckled grip.
“I also feel the need to
make it clear that Anna acted under direct orders from myself and her immediate
superior.” He nodded toward Anna’s boss, and Leonard Peterson shifted to stand
behind Brian, his expression as grave as she’d ever seen it.
“No one here should have
any reason to hold the findings of this report against Anna.” Again he paused,
and his penetrating gaze swept around the room until he seemed satisfied that
he had everyone’s undivided attention. At the same time he shifted his hand
higher up the inside of her thigh, until his knuckles brushed against the damp
fabric covering her slit. Anna bit her lip to stop herself from moaning. The
feather light touch seared her core, and her internal muscles clenched in need.
The fabric grew wetter, and he was bound to notice. She risked a peek at his
profile, and the slight elevation to his bottom lip told her that he knew
exactly how turned on she was.
He took a deep breath
and brushed his forefinger against her clit, pressing down just enough to make
the little nubbin tingle in anticipation. That smirk of his deepened, when she
couldn’t help her involuntary jump in response.
“Likewise no one in this
room has anything to fear from these findings, unless they have not been acting
in the company’s best interests. If you have indeed been mishandling funds then
now would be a prudent time to own up to this fact.”
Again he paused, and
Anna held her breath. He looked every inch the ruthless and dangerous business
man he was reported to be. His harsh features had drawn tight, his high cheek
bones accentuated under the artificial lighting that filled the room, despite
the blaring sun outside the windows overlooking London’s skyline. He held
himself perfectly still, the muscles bulging in tension under the light summer
suit he wore. Only his finger moved in slow, measured circles, designed to
drive Anna to the brink of insanity. She grasped hold of her armrests again,
and coughed to hide her moan as that finger slipped under the elastic of her
underwear and teased her entrance.
“I-I—” Brian shot out of
his chair and looked as though he would have made a run for it, had Leonard not
grabbed him by the suit lapels and pinned him against the wall. The door burst
open, and two burly security guards took over and dragged Brian from the room.
Anna was barely aware of the ensuing commotion, because Jonathan chose that
moment to thrust two fingers knuckle deep inside her channel. Her pussy walls
tightened around the digits, and Anna shut her eyes against the rising
sensation deep within. There was something so deliciously naughty about the CEO
finger-fucking her under the table.
The barely functioning
rational side of her brain urged her to scream, to do something. He was taking
liberties with her body that he had no right to take, but the other horny as
hell part of her told that side to shut the fuck up, even as Jonathan added his
thumb to her clit, pushing her closer and closer to release.
“Leonard, get Anna a
glass of water. She is looking a little flushed.”
Her eyes flew open at
the amused words, and she knew her cheeks must be as red as the roses in the
vase across the room, when her boss stepped close enough to her to see exactly
what was happening under the table. Jonathan did not release her. If
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