He nudges his groin against my ass, unhooks my bra, reaches around, and cups my dangling tits. I try to fend him off with one hand as he pinches the nipples, but he fists my hair, pulling it back, forcing my back to arch.
While controlling my breath into the speaker, hoping Cilla doesn't realize how much he's turning me on right now, I reply, "We will be examining his social calendar this afternoon."
His zipper goes down, and I flex my ass for him.
"Excellent! Make sure he R.S.V.P.'s to the Children's Charity Auction invitation. It's a cause near and dear to my heart."
I clear my throat, hoping the lust in my voice doesn't come across too husky, as Bastian slips his fingers in, pushing my panties aside. "I'll make sure he's aware," I answer, then bite my bottom lip as his big cock slides inside.
He leans over me and speaks into the phone. "Mom, Samaera's busy right now. We will see you Sunday."
He whispers in my ear, "Hang up the phone."
Every cell in my body is tuned in to him as he gives me enough slack in my hair to stretch out over the desk and put the headset in the phone cradle. Then he thrusts inside and lifts me off my toes. The cooing sound that slips out of my mouth is pure enjoyment.
For the next ten minutes, he pounds away, giving me every inch of his dick and thoroughly christening his desk. After his last thrusting lift, he hangs over me, breathing heavily, then kisses my skin as he hooks my bra. When he leans away, tucking his cock back into his pants, I straighten my boobs in my bra. He lifts my skirt from the floor back up my legs for me, and waits as I tuck my shirt back in, then zips me back up.
When I turn around to face him, he cups my face in his hands and says, "I need a nap."
"I'm going to make my rounds now, then."
He stretches out on the sofa and says, "Make it short and sweet. Check-in, then check out."
"I'll be right back."
"I'll be right here. Don't turn it into a hen party."
"I won't."
On the ground floor, I discuss with his shipping team the supply chain issue they brought to his attention and his recommendation. I keep it crisp and quick. Then I work my way up the consecutive floors without any issues. When I arrive on the fifth floor, where the Human Resources Department is, I ask Haley, the head of the department, for a private meeting in her office. Then address the issue Bastian and I observed the day before between Tina and Janet. I let her know she has his approval to take necessary disciplinary action against Janet to restore a harmonious workforce. She receives the news with enthusiasm. Apparently, she knew but felt her hands were tied for whatever reason.
The sixth floor is the tech department for audiobooks and adult toys. When I step off of the elevator, I'm greeted by a round of applause, which catches me off guard. "Good morning. Thanks for the warm welcome."
Several women leave their desks and approach. "We are thrilled to have a woman to communicate our issues with the Big Book Boss!"
"Do you know how difficult it was trying to discuss female anatomy and the different orgasms women have with Chad?"
"He thought we were 'nuts'!"
"But I told him we don't have nuts!"
"He didn't find that as funny as we did."
They take me to the central conference room, where we sit at a round table. The room is surrounded by soundproof booths which accommodate the engineering through the whole process, from recording each audiobook to syncing the app via Bluetooth for the book and, of course, testing the final audio production with a variety of products.
The women share their issues, and I take notes. They offer a couple of books with their bestsellers for me to try, so I have a more thorough understanding of what they strive to achieve. Knowing this is the money-making department, I accept their 'gifts' and assure them I will give them a 'complete' book review in a few days.
As I stand to leave the private conference room to go back out into the administration area, a loud moan muffled by the soundproofing turns into screaming. The women give high fives around, as one of them explains, "Her booger spot got activated."
"Oh, my goodness!" I die laughing. "So, that's the goal!"
"Of course, if your booger spot isn't sending you singing 'hallelujah,' then we aren't doing our job properly."
"Surely, that's our company's marketing tagline?" I laugh with them.
"It isn't, but it should be."
"I'll run it by the Big Book Boss. It can't hurt to ask."
