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We reach the boardroom, and I’m grateful it’s already full. Everyone is seated, their eyes glued to their laptops or notebooks, oblivious to what just transpired. I slide into a seat at the back, the cold chair sending a jolt through me as I settle in, painfully aware of the dampness between my legs.

James takes the seat next to me, perfectly composed, as if nothing out of the ordinary has happened. I, on the other hand, am going to combust any second.

Nathan catches my eye from across the room, his smile easy as usual. He waves, and I force myself to smile back, hoping it doesn’t look as strained as it feels.

You alright?he mouths, raising an eyebrow.

I give him a quick nod, knowing full well that I am anything but alright. My mind is stuck on the fact that James is sitting so close, his knee brushing against mine under the table. His presence is so potent I can sense his gaze on me even when I’m not looking.

The session begins and I try to focus on the speaker, but my thoughts keep drifting. Every shift in my seat, every subtle movement reminds me of the fact that I’m sitting here, completely bare under my skirt, while James watches me like a hawk.

He leans in close, and whispers against my ear. “What are you thinking about?”

My breath catches in my throat. “James—”

“I bet you’re dripping for me right now.” His tone is dark, teasing, his lips so close that they almost brush my earlobe as he speaks. “Aren’t you, Ms. Rossi?”

I swallow hard, squeezing my thighs together in a feeble attempt to find some relief, but it only makes it worse. The pressure coils tighter, the heat spreading through me like a blazing inferno.

I glance around, praying no one notices the flush creeping up my neck, the way my body betrays me with every word he speaks.

Nathan shoots me a curious look from across the table. I force another smile, hoping it’ll be enough to satisfy him.

James, of course, is completely composed, acting like it’s just another meeting. But the hand he rests on my knee beneath the table tells a different story. His fingers slide up my thigh, the touch barely there but enough to drive me to the edge.

I grip the table, knuckles white as I struggle to keep my breathing even.

“You’ll thank me later,” he whispers, his fingers brushing the sensitive skin at the top of my thigh, dangerously close to where I need him most.

I bite my lip, trying to hold back the whimper threatening to escape, the world around me disappearing into the background. All I can focus on is James. His touch. His control.

But then the session wraps, and just like that, the room begins to stir. Laptops close, people shuffle papers, and I realize with a sudden rush of panic that it’s over.

I stand, my legs shaky, my mind still reeling.

James rises beside me, his expression unreadable as he slips his hand into his pocket.

“Well,” he says, that damn grin back on his face, “that was enlightening.”

I glance at him, my cheeks burning, and mutter, “You’re impossible.”

He leans in, his lips close to my ear once more. “And you love it.”

Before I can respond, he turns and strides out of the room like he owns the place.

And damn it, he does.

Chapter twenty-two

James

The training session wasexcruciatinglyboring, exactly as I’d predicted. Motivating and inspiring teams, emotional intelligence, active listening—all valuable for my employees. But I had to sit there, nodding along like I didn’t have a thousand more productive things to do.

What a monumental waste of time.

The only thing that kept me from losing it completely was Cora sitting next to me. I couldn’t stop thinking about her, knowing she was bare under her skirt, wet and sticky. The power of that knowledge was almost enough to make the session tolerable.

I’ll admit, the idea of making her wear a vibrator next time, letting me control her pleasure remotely, is tempting. Watching her squirm in need while trying to stay composed would definitely spice up these sessions. Hell, I’d probably attend willingly then.

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