Page 42 of Grace

He looks me over slowly, drinking in my loose-fitting dress. I used a belt to try to make it trendier, but I don’t want anyone to say that I’m not professional. What Daniel and I do when the blinds are closed is our secret. I don’t want Melissa talking about things. I don’t want Sebastian causing trouble and…

I shake my head of the unwelcome reminder and report to the conference room. Daniel and I sit at a table in the back. I notice that there’s a panel on the front so no one can see above our ankles.

An uneasy breath leaves me as I think about what we could get away with. Maybe I could actually please him rather than just accepting his attention. It feels off balance. I lick over my bottom lip as I set up with my notes.

“So, with our partners in Europe, we’ve made some changes to the currencies we accept. It’s taken some additional coding, so the app is bigger to accommodate that,” the man up front says.

I make a note wondering about the security of the bank and cards that are used through the system. When the man up front pauses for questions, Daniel asks about the security. I glance up at him, and he checks it off on my slip of paper.

Of course, while the guy goes into a long, drawn out explanation, Daniel grits his teeth. “We’ve been over this. Explain it simply or you’re outing that you don’t understand it.”

At the same time, his fingers tease my knee. He pulls my knee toward his, and every thought in my head flees. There’s only his fingers sliding further up my thigh. I could close my legs. I could write ‘no’ on my paper. I should. This meeting is important. We’ve been going over this app for weeks to make it perfect, and I’m sure it will have to be presented soon.

Plus, Daniel and I had fun yesterday. We even had fun last night, so why—

I nearly moan when his pinky brushes my underwear, tracing my slit through my panties over and over. The fact that there are other people in here, that they could look over any time…

Daniel taps my inner thigh. I’m sure he’s asking me to spread my legs, but I’m torn. If we’re always distracted…

His pinky presses harder, right over my clit, and I rub my hand over my lips. I’m worried I’m going to be too loud if he keeps this up.

Push your boundaries. Be the person you want to be. Enjoy what you can.

Ashley’s words fill my head until I slowly spread my legs wider. It’s dangerous, but I don’t want to let go of this need for him, this hunger for a touch I never had.

Daniel always makes it my choice too. He wants me eager and ready for him, waits for me to agree to whatever we do before pushing me too far.

I like it. I like him.

His fingers slip into my panties, and he gently strokes me, rubbing my clit in circles rather than like I did last night. He’s still holding out on me. I shudder, my cheeks burning as I try to keep taking notes, but I might as well be listening to a broken radio broadcast because I catch every third word.

“Two factor… verification… bank info… various checks… third party…”

The words mean nothing, not when Daniel keeps teasing me with light touches that could be so much more. My pussy aches, craving his fingers, the pleasure that Daniel alone seems to make me feel.

But it’s not fair that I’m the only one who gets to feel this, right?

He changes how he’s touching me, his entire hand in my panties. He dips one finger into my pussy, and I bite the tip of my pen, trying to control myself. I don’t want to give away our game.

Push your limits, Ashley’s voice echoes again. And Daniel likes when I try new things, when I’m a good girl. I can’t imagine anything being better than touching him. I slip my left hand under the table, and Daniel pauses.

“What issues are you still having with the program? Any lagging, issues with the program closing, ads not loading?” Daniel asks.

Once the presenter starts talking again, I touch his thigh. Tension ripples under my touch as I glide up. He freezes as my fingers graze across his erection. I don’t know how he’s comfortable when his pants are so tight over his cock. His eyes flick to me, but his fingers haven’t moved and I’m worried I’ve overstepped.

Maybe he doesn’t actually want me to touch him. Maybe that’s a boundary we have to talk about. I blink up at him, my cheeks burning, but then his cock twitches under my palm. I take a sharp breath and stroke him again and again, slowly and lazily, even as he works a second finger into me.

His fingers still as he talks with the others, discussing how to address the issues, talking about how important it is that we finish this within the week because he’ll be presenting to investors who don’t care about fancy wording or hopeful commentary.

He keeps discussing with the others, his fingers buried in me, unmoving as he struggles to keep his voice even. I want to explore him the right way, but I don’t want to mess up his conversation. I know it’s important.

After another few comments, he nods. “Very well. I’ll sign the paperwork. We’ll be partners on this app. Please send the paperwork.”

Others get up, and I start to pull my hand away, but he catches it and holds it in place. I write a few notes, trying not to let anyone get distracted by my red face or where my hand is.

After a second, Daniel’s tablet buzzes and he hands it to me. “Look this over and make sure the fine print is proper. Anywhere you’re concerned, underline it.”

“Mr. Brooks, with all due respect, she’s your assistant and you—”

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