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Authors: Amanda Richensexi
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horribly wet, anticipating the things Draken Almatto might make her do in this meeting. She kept her gaze down. The people in this elevator had no clue her pussy was leaking and swelling under her short skirt as she thought of exposing her most private parts to a bunch of businessmen. If they knew...
Which thought made her pussy more engorged! Aargh!
It was his fault. Those questions he'd had the attendant ask her! There was no reason to do it except to get her juiced-up. She didn't need further juicing, dammit. Hopefully the panty-and-skirt thing was so he could just reach under there and quickly give her the orgasm she needed.
Needed so. Badly.
Already.
Because twelve days. Without an orgasm.
While thinking of goddamn Draken Almatto almost constantly.
Because he'd told her she was not to have one anywhere but at Almatto Tech Sport.
Which like a fool, she went along with. Because she wanted him.
The elevator had emptied out by the time it dinged on her floor and the doors opened with a snick . She stepped out into a decadent luxury suite, with black marble floors and bronze sculptures. The receptionist looked up, but Charli didn't want to talk to her. She slipped by with a little wave, and the woman just smiled and nodded.
Finally she found what she was looking for. Severely rattled by now, Charli stared at the double doors marked Conference in gold lettering. Her heart thumped madly as she grasped a handle (made of real ebony, for sure) and opened it.
She didn't see Draken at first, for her focus was on the room itself. It was large and crowded.
Very crowded.
There had to be forty people milling around.
Including at least a dozen women. Not to mention a handful of older men who had MARRIED practically emblazoned on their paunches.
Oh, shit.
Chapter 3
Dismayed, Charli halted inside the conference room. This couldn't be right. It had to be the wrong room. Taking off her clothes in front of a small—well, small ish —group of guys was one thing. But performing in front of a much wider audience...uh-uh. She started to turn away.
"Ms. Fontina, terrific to see you, glad you could come today." Draken Almatto was suddenly there, his hand grasping her elbow.
She almost gasped as she looked up at him—all right, she did gasp. At the careless auburn hair, the laughing blue eyes, the whole freaking gorgeous facade she'd managed to put out of her head. Plus she'd forgotten how tall he was—he had at least twelve inches on her with her heels. And, though lean, he was shaped like an athlete.
He looked awesome .
And utterly professional. His slim tie was chocolate brown, his shirt shimmered like a pearl and his suit was the color of rich sand and obviously bespoke. What's more, he wore it with casual style. Draken Almatto made his clothes rather than the other way around. She could as easily picture him in jeans or a tux.
What the hell was he doing, a man like this, picking her to stalk?
Draken raised his voice. "Folks, those of you who are clearing out early, now is the time. We're set to start with part two." Bending down, he murmured, his breath softly steaming her ear, "We did some preliminary business with those who aren't staying for the extended meeting. Don't worry, most of these people are leaving."
Whew . Because Charli couldn't imagine taking off her clothes in front of all these people. But why reassure her? He hadn't seemed exactly sensitive before.
And...yowl.
His touch on her arm, his unique spicy smell, were swamping her senses. Uncomfortably she shifted her feet. Just from her standing beside him, her breasts were plumping and the nipples stabbing forward. Body, thanks for betraying me. Again.
Foggily she stepped aside as people filed out of the room. None of those exiting commented on the fact that the executives who lingered were all uniformly young, male, and—presumably—single.
Young, good-looking males who were gradually becoming aware of her and looking at her
Which thought made her pussy more engorged! Aargh!
It was his fault. Those questions he'd had the attendant ask her! There was no reason to do it except to get her juiced-up. She didn't need further juicing, dammit. Hopefully the panty-and-skirt thing was so he could just reach under there and quickly give her the orgasm she needed.
Needed so. Badly.
Already.
Because twelve days. Without an orgasm.
While thinking of goddamn Draken Almatto almost constantly.
Because he'd told her she was not to have one anywhere but at Almatto Tech Sport.
Which like a fool, she went along with. Because she wanted him.
The elevator had emptied out by the time it dinged on her floor and the doors opened with a snick . She stepped out into a decadent luxury suite, with black marble floors and bronze sculptures. The receptionist looked up, but Charli didn't want to talk to her. She slipped by with a little wave, and the woman just smiled and nodded.
Finally she found what she was looking for. Severely rattled by now, Charli stared at the double doors marked Conference in gold lettering. Her heart thumped madly as she grasped a handle (made of real ebony, for sure) and opened it.
She didn't see Draken at first, for her focus was on the room itself. It was large and crowded.
Very crowded.
There had to be forty people milling around.
Including at least a dozen women. Not to mention a handful of older men who had MARRIED practically emblazoned on their paunches.
Oh, shit.
Chapter 3
Dismayed, Charli halted inside the conference room. This couldn't be right. It had to be the wrong room. Taking off her clothes in front of a small—well, small ish —group of guys was one thing. But performing in front of a much wider audience...uh-uh. She started to turn away.
"Ms. Fontina, terrific to see you, glad you could come today." Draken Almatto was suddenly there, his hand grasping her elbow.
She almost gasped as she looked up at him—all right, she did gasp. At the careless auburn hair, the laughing blue eyes, the whole freaking gorgeous facade she'd managed to put out of her head. Plus she'd forgotten how tall he was—he had at least twelve inches on her with her heels. And, though lean, he was shaped like an athlete.
He looked awesome .
And utterly professional. His slim tie was chocolate brown, his shirt shimmered like a pearl and his suit was the color of rich sand and obviously bespoke. What's more, he wore it with casual style. Draken Almatto made his clothes rather than the other way around. She could as easily picture him in jeans or a tux.
What the hell was he doing, a man like this, picking her to stalk?
Draken raised his voice. "Folks, those of you who are clearing out early, now is the time. We're set to start with part two." Bending down, he murmured, his breath softly steaming her ear, "We did some preliminary business with those who aren't staying for the extended meeting. Don't worry, most of these people are leaving."
Whew . Because Charli couldn't imagine taking off her clothes in front of all these people. But why reassure her? He hadn't seemed exactly sensitive before.
And...yowl.
His touch on her arm, his unique spicy smell, were swamping her senses. Uncomfortably she shifted her feet. Just from her standing beside him, her breasts were plumping and the nipples stabbing forward. Body, thanks for betraying me. Again.
Foggily she stepped aside as people filed out of the room. None of those exiting commented on the fact that the executives who lingered were all uniformly young, male, and—presumably—single.
Young, good-looking males who were gradually becoming aware of her and looking at her
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