BREATHE: A Billionaire Romance, Part Four (5 page)

“I mean, if you can’t make it, we completely understand,” she whispered, still not looking at him directly. “You can ask anyone who goes in your place to give you the notes.”

“Melinda,” he said and sighed, looking up from his notes and directly at her. “Calm down, dear.”

She breathed for a moment and looked up at him.

“Why are you nervous all of a sudden?” He shifted backwards in his chair, leaning his head back but still managing to look at her.

“Frank asked me to join in on his freelance team. I hope I’m not fired.”

“Did you leave the company and steal company resources and secrets?” he asked, his brow raising in concern.

“N-no!” she stammered defensively. And as soon as the words left her mouth, I could tell that she felt they had been released too harshly. I could tell that she was embarrassed and concerned by her actions.

Derek laughed. “I know, Melinda. I did an investigation.” He shifted in his seat again so that he was leaning forward, his elbows on his wooden desk; the one that I had just been bent over…

“You were cleared,” he reiterated sternly, not just looking in her direction, but at her—into her even. “So don’t worry. You and Jake are just fine.”

She smiled shyly and gasped a bit, as her eyes glazed over and her cheeks flushed. I could tell she was about to cry.

“T-thank you, Mr. Sholts.” Then, she curtsied before backing out of the cracked door and shutting it behind herself.

“Jake?” I asked, my brow lifting in curiosity.

“Her son.” And immediately a smile broke out across the entirety of my face.

“Derek is getting soft!” I joked. But in all honesty, I loved it.

It meant he had a bit of a humanitarian side to him after all and that he wasn’t the big cynical asshole he pretended to be.

Derek began debating, rather heatedly, with one of the three men who sat around the large desk directly in the center of the boardroom. So heatedly, that I could tell the more each spoke, the more irritated the other got.

I didn’t quite understand why I was in an investor’s meeting in the first place, but yet, there I was. I had no idea what was even going on…or why they were arguing.

“I’m telling you, Sholts,” the man huffed, “your investors are getting antsy!”

“Well then they need to get over it!” Derek shouted. “They’re investing in us; they need to trust us!”

“They want a return on the investment, Derek!” the man snapped. He was an older gentleman, well-dressed—like everyone in Derek’s office always was—and balding. He looked more like one of the Seven Dwarfs—white hair and grouchy looking. “There’s nothing wrong with that!”

“I’ve given them plenty of returns on their investment!” he shouted. “And just because some are on edge because it’s been a while since a release, doesn’t mean I’m going to speed up the process and launch a software that’s not ready!”

“All they’re asking is for you to release a beta test!” the man yelled, slamming his hands down on the table. The other two men across from us just did what I did and looked on, witnessing the scene in front of them.

“That’s still releasing the produce, beta or no beta!”

The older man rolled his eyes. “Well, next order of business I suppose,” he said, flipping through a brown folder.

Slowly, I began to run my hands up his leg, caressing his clothed skin, squeezing his thigh. It was meant to merely comfort him, but as soon as my hand touched him, I was fueled into doing something that I had never quite done before…

It fueled me into dangerous and riskier territory than anything I had ever attempted.

And as soon as I ran my hand up close to his bulge, it was clear—from his lack of visible response—that he his nerves were unfaltering. He always kept his calm, especially when it came to his work. He loved the company too much to jeopardize ever losing his cool—unless it was in anger.

But then again, I was careful not to do
too
much…

I couldn’t let him be in a “hard” predicament.

But he wasn’t as kind as I was…

He didn’t leave it at a little teasing…

He gently moved his fingers beneath my skirt and then through the leg of my underwear and ran them across my trimmed mound, teasing my slit. I gasped, a full blush likely rising to my cheeks. I knew where it was going; I knew what was coming next.

I glanced over to him, and I couldn’t even tell—by looking at him—that he was doing anything out of the norm. He was perfectly still; it was just his hands that continued to stroke and tease my already engorged clit.

It was a struggle for me to keep a straight face, or any face that didn’t automatically give me away, or prevent my body from giving me away.

My hips began to buck, although slightly, so that I could press him more firmly into me. I shuddered, electrified by the sexual energy rumbling through my entire body.

I could tell, though, that the man surrounding the table could almost tell that something wasn’t quite right. I noticed their attentions wavering, and the man Derek was just arguing with looked at me strangely, leaning towards me as he supported his weight on his elbows.

“Are you alright?” he asked, pouring a glass of water, handing it to me.

I was sweating, with my mouth agape slightly, panting.

It must have looked like I was overheated and fatigued; and I was… just not in the way that any normal person would have predicted.

I coughed roughly, trying to avert attention, and nodded.

“Thank you,” I coughed, accepting the glass, and I could feel Derek’s signature smug smirk, knowing why I was really acting the way that I was.

“I just feel a little hot,” I explained to the gentlemen surrounding the table; and part of me was hoping that it sounded just sexy enough to alert Derek to the double meaning.

And as soon as I felt him tense beside me, I knew it had.

I smirked. If he was going to do it to me, I was going to do it to him. I slid my hand over the bulge in his pants once again, noticing it hardening a bit beneath my touch. He sucked in a sharp breath, clearly surprised by my actions.

I massaged the head with my fingers, and I could tell when he balled up his fist and coughed into it, that he was trying desperately not to cry out. However, I could tell how much he was enjoying it because as I continued to squeeze him, he continued to swell harder and harder, throbbing beneath my touch.

I grinned once again, thinking I had the upper hand for a moment. But no matter how gutsy I was being, his strokes were becoming even gutsier and even more urgent, and I knew for sure that we were going to be caught.

But we weren’t…

The meeting continued around us as my face burned with blush. He was working my clit so well as he continued to trace small circles around it.

I wanted to scream out. I wanted to cry out in pleasure as well as frustration from the fact that he wasn’t just fucking me…

And I knew that I shouldn’t have fueled the behavior or encouraged it. I should have known better. He should have been resting; and I should have been encouraging
that
, not parading around in the workplace like some floozy at his sexual disposal.

But he had some sort of hold on me that I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to explain. He seemed to possess me into doing things I normally wouldn’t have…but things I completely and thoroughly enjoyed.

I gasped as he slid his middle finger into my soaked entrance and continued to work my clit. I had no idea how none of the men had noticed. Not one of them had an iota of a clue.

His middle finger glided in and out of my wet entrance effortlessly, as his index finger slid over my slit. I had to admit, it was like he had perfected the art of getting a woman off with his hands; and I wasn’t sure how I felt about it.

“Ma’am, would you like to excuse yourself; you look pretty ill,” another gentleman croaked, kindly holding up his hand to the speaker as he interrupted.

I blushed even more. How could they have not known? They weren’t more than a foot away from us. Derek was working my womanhood for everything that it was worth, and I couldn’t help but thrust my hip up in response as he pressed his palm firmly against my nub.

And I couldn’t believe no one had noticed it when I did.

I wanted more than anything to release his stiffness from its confines, but knew that I couldn’t without giving us away and ending the game completely. But that didn’t mean that I couldn’t fondle and massage it to my heart’s desire, as much as I dared.

I smirked, the thought of him coming moved to the forefront of my mind. I almost giggled thinking about if he had kicked his leg or bucked his hips beneath the desk, drawing attention to it all. But then I knew that wouldn’t have been in my best interest either.

I wanted more than playing with each other beneath a desk.

I wanted to have him; and I wanted him to have me.

I didn’t want to ruin it all by giving us away and ruining the mood.

Derek coughed, drawing attention from the three men, which caused me to halt what I was doing. “Are the two of you sick with something?” the man speaking asked. “I always get sick at the same time as my assistant, too—so much close contact.” The man was serious, but he had no idea how funny it was to me. Close contact was definitely happening, but it wasn’t work-related.

“Yeah w-we work together constantly; that’s why we’re so scattered today, I think,” Derek said, his voice almost giving him away as it quaked and shook in ecstasy. I could tell that he was desperate to climax, but so was I—especially when he continued to massage my enlarged, throbbing nub in small, hurried circles.

It felt so good as he continued assaulting my clit with the wonderment of his hands that I wasn’t sure how much longer I was going to be able to hold out. And when he continued to tease me with his words, I thought that I might burst if we didn’t get out of there—and quickly.

But we did, because the closer I got, the more he teased, and the more I reciprocated. And by the end of it, we were both panting and swollen with arousal.

How we made it to his office without anyone noticing his excitement, or my flushing cheeks, I would never know, but I did know that as soon as we were in and the doors were closed, it was on.

We were animals once again, and the only thing that mattered was release. I needed it. He needed it. We both needed it. All that damned teasing was almost too much to handle, and I could tell that that was true for the both of us.

His hands were up my skirt again, and I had somehow made my way to sit at his desk chair with him kneeled in front of me. I groaned out, in desperation, as he pulled the hem of my skirt above my hips and pulled my panties aside.

“You’re so dirty!” I groaned out, as he plunged two fingers inside my soaking overly-ready hole. “Make me come!” I was urgent with my words, demanding even, but I didn’t care. I was sick of the teasing.

He smirked, clearly happy to oblige me, and clamped his mouth down hard, trapping the head of my clit between his lips…and then he began to suck.

“Oh yes!!” I screamed, not caring who in the office heard me at this point.

At least they wouldn’t see.

At least we hadn’t gotten caught in the boardroom.

He began fingering me with wild abandon, as he continued to sop up my juices and flick his glorious tongue over my clit. I couldn’t believe how good it felt as his fingers thrust in and out of my slit. With every plunge, I felt myself growing closer and closer to orgasm, especially when he suckled and moaned over my clit, allowing the vibrations to completely rock my world. He flicked his tongue against the head of my hard clit once again, lapping at it with everything that he had.

I realized that I was breathing in ragged gasps, and my body was beginning to tense, along with my vaginal walls, and I knew that I was reaching the point of no return. I was getting close to my climax. He pressed down on my clit once again with his tongue, giving a few quick flicks just before sucking it even harder. I knew he knew; he was damned good at being able to tell.

And then, without any further ministrations from him, I felt the wave rush over me, crashing and pulling me into an exasperated oblivion. I let out a low, throaty, primal moan, as I felt my walls contract and tighten around his fingers. “Yes!!!” was all that I could manage, as he continued pumping in and out of me, letting me ride out the remainder of my orgasm.

“Wow…” I breathed, feeling the wave calm and the feeling subside into pure relaxation.

I pushed myself back in the chair and watched as his head rose up from between my thighs. He smirked, cockily just before reaching up and grabbing my engorged breasts, caressing them softly, tenderly, yet firmly with determination and lust. I was purring at how good it all felt, almost ready to feel yet another orgasm by him just touching me again.

I needed out of my clothes, and I needed him out of his.

And just as soon as I thought it, it quickly became a mesmerizing reality.

Somehow, as quickly as I thought it, he had torn my blouse away. I was stunned; it was not only in record time, but it was also without me really even realizing it. I felt mesmerized, like he was a fucking magician or something, as I noticed that my bra-clad breasts were revealed to him.

He let out a playful whimper as he held onto me, groping a little more of my chest before he pushed himself off his knees to stand.

I smirked, reaching behind my back, unhooking the clasp of the bra. As soon as it snapped away, I watched as his face lit up and I almost wanted to make him beg for it.

I almost wanted to keep it on until he asked me nicely.

But hell, I wanted what was happening just as badly, if not more, than he did.

I wanted this moment to be a moment that I remembered forever in my memory. Hell, the dream had lasted quite a while; I might as well make it a reality that I’ll remember forever—even after the worst had come to pass.

I shrugged the garment from my shoulders and watched it as fell to the floor below.

His eyes widened in intense enjoyment, and he smiled brightly as he looked at my breasts, completely exposed, swaying and jiggling before him.

“You like?” I asked, cockily.

And I almost burst out laughing when his eyes widened in surprise and nodded.

Trying to keep my cool, though, I stepped towards him and grabbed ahold of his shoulders. I grinned and pulled him into a tight embrace, an embrace so tight that my breasts firmly squashed against his chest.

I wiggled my body, pressing myself harder and firmly against his erection just before planting a fiery and passionate kiss upon his lips.

“I need you to take me,” I moaned in a sultry tone. It took everything in me not to let my voice crack as I spoke. I wanted him. I wanted him so damned bad that I could hardly stand it any longer.

“I need
you
to take care of
this
…” he groaned in a pleading voice.