I stared at him as if he were daft. Maybe he meant his lap? No… that would be unprofessional and surely not while on a conference call. “Where?”
He patted the tabletop directly in front of him.
“I’m not sitting there.” He shook his head and moved the mouse, killing the mic as well. Now we could only hear what was happening.
“You can sit here or on my face, but you will sit where I want you. Take your pick.” When I continued to hesitate, he made a grab for me so I quickly hopped on the desk. He grinned up at me, showcasing those awfully adorable dimples.
“I find your defiance way too sexy, Ms. Waters.”
“Why are you toying with me?”
“I told you. I like when you defy me. Lean back on your elbows.”
I did as he asked. “What are you doing?”
“I’m rewarding you for your good behavior this morning,” he answered with sarcasm lacing his tone. “You were an excellent pupil, but you still have some learning to do.”
“I don’t think this is the right time.”
“It’s a perfect time. Quiet now,” he warned just before he cut the mic back on. His hands slid up my thighs and spread them wide. The heels he insisted I wear rested on the edge. When he slipped his fingers into my panties and tugged them down, I wanted to protest but knew I couldn’t say a word.
A woman’s voice addressed Dash with a question and he answered as if he weren’t… stuffing my panties in his pocket! His fucking nerve.
His fingers returned to my center and grazed my outer lips with soft caresses. I bit back a moan that had been too close to the surface. He sent me a warning glare, which I returned with an eye roll. I wanted to tell him to get on with it, admitting to myself that I wanted his touch as much as he wanted to touch me.
But it wasn’t his touch I received. He leaned forward and the first stroke of his tongue on my heated center sent my body arching off the desk. His hands rose to restrain me as he feasted. I felt as if I would burst a vein or blood vessel from the strain of not moving and keeping quiet.
“Dasher, please,” I begged, no longer caring who heard me.
His hand shot out and pinched my lips closed in that infuriating way he used to tell me to shut up. The same hand slipped down to my neck and shoved me back to lay flat all the while his mouth never stopped his torment.
“Mr. Chambers? Mr. Chambers?”
It took me a moment to realize he was being called by a member of the conference. I tugged at his hair, but he resisted. An answering growl sounded from between my thighs, too low for the members of the meeting to hear, but loud enough to warn me. He wasn’t going to stop.
“Mr. Chambers?”
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
I jackknifed up to a forty-five-degree angle. Dash clutched at my hips and anchored me to his face.
“Um… ohhh.” It was hard to conceal my pleasure and speak coherently. “Mr. Chambers is, uh—on a—call.”
“Ms. Waters, are you okay? What happened to the video?”
It became even harder to speak when I felt Dash’s tongue enter me. “We, uh—seem to be—having—diff—difficulties.”
Please stop speaking.
“Very well. Please make note of pertinent details and concerns to report to him.”
“Y—yes, sir.”
I made sure to mute the mic and then gave in. My hands clutched at his hair and my hips undulated, demanding more.
Soon after, I came, screaming, onto his face and realized he was right. He could have me however and where ever he wanted me.
*
“What you did was despicable,” I gripped and fixed my clothes.
He chuckled and kissed my lips. “Is that why you came so hard?”
“My body has nothing to do with your behavior.”
“I think my behavior has everything to do with what happens to your body.”
“I hate you.”
“Finally, you admit you feel something for me.” His tone had changed from playful to serious like the flip of a switch. I needed to change the subject.
“Did the conference end?”
“Yup.”