Chapter 6

MERET

"Spread your legs."

Three words.

That's all it took to make every promise I'd made to myself feel frighteningly fragile.

My knees parted, brushing against the polished wood of the conference table as I opened myself to him completely.

It was happening.

The exact, twisted fantasy that had haunted my dreams for the past six months.

My boss taking me against the long table in Conference Room B.

Pulling my silk underwear aside.

Taking whatever he wanted.

Adrian hooked two fingers into my soaking folds, slipping past my tight entrance and driving them deep inside me in one smooth stroke.

"Ah! Fuck, Adrian—"

My back arched off the table as my fingers gripped his broad shoulders, the sudden fullness drawing a broken cry from my lips.

He settled into a slow, deliberate rhythm, curling his fingers upward inside me and pressing firmly against my sweetest spot with every inward thrust.

"Fuck... fuck... fuck..."

The words spilled from my lips in breathless fragments.

With every pump of his fingers, his broad thumb flattened over my swollen clit, rubbing slow, relentless circles against the slick bundle of nerves.

My head fell back as my legs parted even wider, silently inviting him to ruin me.

"See how fucking tight you are for me," he growled against my jaw, quickening his pace.

His fingers drove in and out of my dripping core with increasing urgency while his thumb never let up, maintaining steady, unyielding pressure over my center.

I could hear the wet, rhythmic slap of his hand against my slick skin echoing through the darkened room.

It was filthy.

It was shameless.

It was exactly like the dream.

And it only made me want more.

My hips began bucking helplessly against his hand, chasing the rhythm of his fingers working inside me.

"You like having your boss's fingers inside you, Meret?" he whispered, his voice dark with satisfaction. "Does your sweet little husband know how wet you get when I talk dirty to you?"

"No... ah!"

Every time he withdrew his fingers to the very edge of my entrance, he plunged them right back in, curling them upward to strike that deep, sensitive spot again and again while his thumb continued its merciless circles over my swollen clit.

I'd never felt anything like this.

Never experienced pleasure this sharp.

This consuming.

This terrifyingly good.

My thoughts dissolved into nothingness until all that remained was the relentless friction of my boss's fingers driving me closer and closer to the edge.

"Nnnngh... Please."

"Please what, Meret? Tell me what you want," he purred. "Do you want me to keep fingering you like a dirty little whore on the boardroom table?"

"Yes..." I whimpered, completely undone by the filth spilling from his mouth. "Yes... God, please..."

His fingers drove faster than before, while his thumb pressed down and swept relentlessly across my swollen clit, giving me no chance to recover.

"Ah! Ah—Fuck!"

My head snapped back as loud, broken cries tore from my throat.

"Oh, God... yes! Right there!"

"That's it," he rasped, his hand moving in a wet, frantic rhythm between my spread legs. "Take my fingers. Show me how dirty you really are, Meret."

"I'm—ah! I'm coming! Fuck!"

Before the cry could escape into the corridor, his palm clamped firmly over my mouth, smothering the scream into a muffled, trembling sob.

"Shh," he murmured against my ear as his hand continued driving deep, riding out every violent contraction of my climax. "You don't want the whole floor to hear how hard you're coming for me, do you?"

I shook my head, biting down hard on my tongue.

Slowly, Adrian lifted his hand from my mouth, allowing my ragged breaths to spill into the silence. My chest rose and fell in uneven gasps, my thighs still quivering from the aftershocks of my climax.

"Good girl," he purred.

He withdrew his fingers from deep inside me, the slow, wet glide drawing an involuntary jerk from my hips.

Through dazed eyes, I watched him raise his hand between us.

His fingers glistened with my slickness.

Without breaking eye contact, he parted his lips and slipped the two fingers into his mouth.

He sucked them clean.

His tongue curled around them, savoring every last trace of me.

God.

A violent throb pulsed deep between my thighs. My knees threatened to give out as another wave of liquid heat soaked my underwear.

It was the most shamelessly intimate thing I had ever witnessed.

He eased his fingers from his mouth with a soft, wet sound, a dark, satisfied smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

"Delicious," he murmured.

His hand dropped to his belt, and the metal buckle gave a sharp clink as he unfastened it.

"We still have twenty minutes, Meret." His voice was calm, almost conversational. "Plenty of time to—"

"No!"

The word burst from my lips before he could finish.

Both of my hands slammed against his chest, stopping his fingers at the waistband of his trousers.

I scrambled backward across the mahogany table, yanking my skirt down over my aching thighs in a frantic blur.

"No, Adrian—stop!" I gasped. "We can't... oh God, we can't do this!"

He tilted his head, his expression unreadable.

"Stop?" he repeated. "After what just happened?"

"I was..." My voice came out ragged. "I wasn't thinking!"

Tears of humiliation burned behind my eyes as I struggled to pull my knees together.

"That was a mistake."

"Don't play innocent now, Meret," he growled, closing the distance between us until only inches separated our bodies. "You're not a victim. You're just a dirty little slut who wants to get fucked by her boss."

That did it.

My palm cracked across his cheek.

Adrian's head snapped to the side.

For a long, suffocating moment, he didn't move.

Then he slowly turned back to face me.

His eyes had gone dark.

Before either of us could speak, the door handle rattled violently.

Both our heads turned toward the door.

I hurriedly smoothed down my skirt and turned away from him, desperately trying to steady my breathing.

Behind me, I heard the unmistakable sound of Adrian fastening his belt before walking over to the door.

It swung open.

"Oh! Mr. Beaumont!" Sarah gasped, momentarily startled as she and two technicians stood in the doorway. "We... we were just coming to set up the AV equipment."

"I see," Adrian replied evenly, stepping aside just enough to reveal the room—

And me.

Standing beside the conference table.

Flushed.

Shaking.

Struggling to catch my breath.

Sarah's gaze drifted from Adrian to me. Her brow furrowed as her eyes swept over my face before dropping to the polished table behind me.

"Meret?" she asked slowly, narrowing her eyes. "Are you alright?"