“Fuck,” I moaned softly.
Six pairs of eyes turned to me.
I panted and looked at Dimitri with pleading eyes. “Sir, I need to, to go to—”
“Spit it out, Ms. Hayes,” Dimitri drawled. Even though his face was a stone wall with no expression, I saw the faint uptick in the corner of his lip and his amber eyes darkening with hunger and amusement.
“I can’t, I can’t,” I breathed.
My fingers dug into the skirt on my lap, grappling for stability as all control snapped. I squeezed my eyes shut as a deep groan welled out of me. The tremors became an earthquake, and I could no longer hold it back. A long moan slipped from me as I orgasmed, my toes curling and tingles spreading through my body. Glitter popped behind my closed eyelids and a gush of wetness flowed past the vibrator and into my panties.
“Is she...”
I opened my eyes, not really seeing anything but the pink haze of pleasure. I barely made out the other men looking at me with wide eyes and knowing smiles.
“Did she just fucking come?” Mr. Anderson blurted with a small smile.
“Gentlemen,” Dimitri rumbled as he got up from his seat. He grabbed my arm and jerked me to my feet. I was like a wet noodle in his hold, but he easily maneuvered me to where he wanted me. “The meeting still continues while I take care of my assistant.”
I blinked and barely registered what he meant before he shoved my back onto the long table.
“Mr. Volkov?” I whispered.
He gathered the hem of my skirt and raised it so it pooled around my waist. Prying my legs apart, he tore off my thong and tucked it into his pocket. His gaze landed on my cunt and the mess I had made. Pride shone in his amber depths, and the corner of his lip quirked before he smoothed out his expression. I bit back a groan as he eased the vibrator out of me and set it on the table, completely ignoring the loud vibration it created.
Dimitri glanced up like he’d just remembered there were others here. He glared at the men and said, “Continue the meeting.”
The five lawyers mumbled under their breath and awkwardly cleared their throats before discussing the case again. Dimitri undid his pants and pulled out his hard cock. He hooked my legs over his shoulders and thrust into me, easily slipping inside. I threw my head back, biting my bottom lip to quiet my moans.
He really kept his promise that he’d fuck me in front of people. I didn’t know if I was more scared or turned on. It didn’t matter since I could only focus on Dimitri and how he pumped into me with broad strokes.
“Oh, um...Mr. Volkov, do you need privacy?” one of the men asked.
Dimitri pulled out and slammed back into me. “No. Continue.” He sounded like himself, not even out of breath as he fucked me right there for all five men to watch.
“Okay then,” Mr. Thomas said, then cleared his throat. “The property that—”
Their voices faded, and the roar of blood in my ears drowned everything out. I cracked open my eyes, looking up at Dimitri as he pumped into me, our flesh smacking together. He must’ve felt my stare, because he turned his gaze to me and curled his lip into a smirk.
“Since you wanted to be a naughty girl and come without my permission, you’ll be punished later for that. But for now, come on my cock, Ms. Hayes. Let everyone in the room hear for a second time how you sound while coming undone.” Mr. Volkov released one of my legs, and I kept it in place over his shoulder so he could rub his thumb on my clit in steady circles. I shrieked his name as I climaxed, my legs shaking from the force. Everything became so sensitive. I tried to pull away from him, but he only dragged me back to him and brutally slammed into me as punishment.
Wetness seeped out of me, squelching around Dimitri’s shaft. My toes curled, and I trembled from the magnitude of the orgasm he kept me at for longer than normal.
“Jesus fuck, I can’t pay attention to what we’re talking about,” one of the men panted. I heard a belt buckle come undone, then a zipper.
Dimitri narrowed his eyes and rocked harder into me, making me scream with each thrust. “Don’t you fucking dare touch yourself, Mr. Thomas.”
“What?” he blurted. “How can I not when you’re balls deep in that fine as fuck assistant?”
A chair scraped against the ground, and I tilted my head back, watching as Mr. Matthews shot to his feet. “This is unprofessional, Mr. Volkov. We’ll meet another time when you’re not”—he looked at me with hunger, and his lip curled back in a snarl—“fucking your assistant.”
He envied Mr. Volkov. The proof of his jealousy pressed a firm outline against the crotch of his pants. He stormed out of the room, but the other four men lingered, watching as my boss continued to fuck me.
“You can watch, but you’re not allowed to find pleasure from looking at my girl.” Dimitri slammed harder into me. His thumb pressed in harder circles on my clit, and I screamed as I came again. Dimitri thrust a few more times before he groaned, and warmth flooded into me. He bared his teeth and lowered his gaze to me, eyes full of hunger and possessiveness. Releasing my other leg, he circled his fingers around my throat and squeezed as he brought me into a sitting position. He met me halfway and crashed his mouth onto mine, kissing me fervently.
“How was that, Ms. Hayes?” he whispered into my mouth.
I panted and sucked on his bottom lip. “Perfect.”
