Page 26 of The Billionaire's Fan

Jordyn

I sit across from him in the chair. We’re at his townhome, in his office. He’s working on something behind his desk on his laptop, and I’m sitting on the soft leather chair off to the side in front of the desk.

We’ve been in this room for the past hour. He received a text that he had to do a few meetings with his team. I browsed some books on his shelves, and after reading parts of one, I put it aside and watched him.

It was a turn-on, hearing about the business side of touring. How he gave his input and how respected his team sounded. As the meeting seemed to die down, I thought of teasing him.

I got up and went to the bathroom real quick and I pulled my panties off, placing them on the counter.

I returned to the room and took my seat. He glanced up at me and smiled. I take that as my move to make him squirm. I spread my legs and hitched up my skirt. Ever so boldly, I bare myself to him.

His eyes are on the screen, but he lifts them, returns to his screen, then quickly back to me. His mouth opens a few times before he shuts it and grins.

He presses something on his keyboard, “You’re going to be the death of me, woman.”

“How close are you?”

“To fucking you or finishing this stupid meeting?”

“Either or?” I ask.

“We have a few more things to cover. But you can keep doing whatever you’re planning on doing and I’ll make it up to you later.”

I press my finger against myself and press in. The tip of my finger disappeared into my warmth. I pull my finger out, look at Asher, and bring my finger to my lips. I lick my wetness and watch Asher squirm in his seat.

“Fucking meetings,” He says under his breath, adjusting himself in his seat.

I press my finger inside again and again, my head rolls back to the chair as I pleasure myself.

I hear Asher move in his chair and his zipper goes down.

“Fuck. This is very unprofessional of me.” He says.

I can’t see what he’s doing, but I notice some slight movement of his shoulder. He’s doing his best to pay attention to the meeting, and as his eyes watch my hand, I hear his name being called from the laptop speakers.

“Asher. They’re talking to you.” I tell him, slowing my movements, but continuing my ministrations to my body.

“Yes? Sorry, guys.”

“Are you okay, Ash? You look a little sweaty.” Someone on the screen asks.

“Yeah, I think there’s something up with my air conditioning.”

“My question was, will you be available for this showing? You can fly in the night before and be back home by dinnertime the following day at the latest.”

“And what is it?”

“Good Morning, World. They’re asking for you guys to perform a few songs, talk to the hosts, and do a small meet and greet. I know you have plans with your lady friend during our break, but this would be ample time to promote the new album and possibly add some tour dates if we agree on that being a good idea. It’s a quick trip.” I believe the voice is his tour manager, Paddy speaking.

“Hell, bring Jordyn. We like her,” one of his bandmates says.

Asher’s eyes float up to me, his eyes zeroing in on my hand, working myself, then to my face.

“I can’t. I have work.” I say in between pants.

Asher looks at my hand again, shakes his head with a grin, then returns to the screen.

“She’s got stuff going on. If it’s just a day, I can manage. Anything for the team.” He says. “But guys, I hate to cut this short, but I’ve got, um, dinner ready and I don’t want to miss out on what Jordyn’s cooking.”

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