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just picture growing beneath his pants. I wondered if he was aware of the effect he was having on me; the answer was probably yes, judging by the way he was looking at my face, as if reading if for signals.
    “Um,” I swallowed, trying to regain my composure once again. “We’ve got Grace’s release, which is coming out next week- we’ve got the launch party on Saturday…and you can see we’re trying to pick up the pace with new releases by signing on a couple of new editors.”
    “Yes, that’s a good plan, expand your genres a little,” he replied nonchalantly. “You know, I’ve heard that erotica is doing very well at the moment. Perhaps you should consider publishing some of that.”
    “E-erotica?” I stuttered. “What…kind of erotica?”
    His voice lowered again, and he leaned closer, his knee pressing harder into my leg, parting me a little. “I was thinking about the kind where a horny divorcee does whatever her best investor says because he’s been fantasizing about taking her for years.”
    My heart stopped. Okay. There was no equivocation now- he wanted me, right here, right now. I nod, trying to remain calm. “I think we could…look into that. For sure.”
    “Good,” he leaned back, smiling cockily at me. “Now, climb on that desk and open your legs for me.”
    My mind spun at his request. I had never done anything like this before, but he had me hypnotized. His power, his money, his looks…everything. If I couldn’t have Patrick, I’d have this sexy as fuck billionaire, right here in my office. I did as he said, lasviciously hiking up my skirt to reveal my cotton panties, letting my heels dangle over the edge of the desk. He pushed his chair back to look at me, and then issued another order.
    “Take off your panties, and hand them to me.”
    I obeyed, sliding the fabric awkwardly over my shoes and pushing them into his hands. Arousal, mixed in from my encounter with Patrick earlier in the day, was slamming through my veins, and all I wanted was a release, any release. He moved closer to me, so that his breath was hot on my cheek, and parted my lips with his fingers. He slowly pushed my panties into my mouth, till my lips were overflowing with the soft cotton, and then sat back down, admiring his handiwork.
    “You look so good right now, Kelly. You have no idea how long I’ve been wondering what your tight little snatch would look like, or those big tits of yours. Unbutton your shirt, let me see them.” His words were harsh, arrogant, and even though my natural rebelliousness wanted to buck against him, I reached down and began to slowly unbutton my shirt. I reached around to unhook my bra and pushed it off my arms, revealing my generous D-cup breasts. I sat, trying to pull in air past the panties, my pussy and my chest exposed for him.
    “Now, play with your nipples.”
    I lifted my hands, and slowly took each bud in my fingers, rolling it with care until my nipples were hard and pert. The sensation sent shockwaves down my system, my pussy boiling over with desire. I managed to meet his gaze, and the way he was looking at me-like an object he owned, to perform for his lust- only added to the heat between my legs. I pinched my breasts harder, and let out a small, theatrical moan from behind my gag- if I was going to do this, then I was going to do this so well he came in his pants.
    “Touch your clit, Kelly. Let me see you play with yourself.”
    I had never been told what to do like this, and it was scandalous and insanely hot in equal measure. After all that time of being the one in control of a relationship, it felt good to give up a little of my power to let this guy tell me how to get myself off. It wasn’t like I hadn’t made myself come before, of course, but having his appreciative, lecherous eyes on me that whole time was even better. I slid my hand down, up my skirt, and parted my legs further so he could get a better view. With my index finger, I just grazed the outside