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“Donovan?” I ask with a cheeky grin, and he looks at me with molten eyes.
“Relax, baby. Let me take the edge off.”
I feel his fingers again, warm against my skin, tracing my legs, gliding right up my inner thigh.
“Let me feel you. Bare… beautiful… mine…” he says, just as his fingers softly caress my naked center.
“Ohhhhh…” I succumb to his touch as he pushes my knees farther apart and teasingly touches me up and down my core.
“Oh, such a pretty pussy… It’s already wet for me…” His growl vibrates off my bare shoulder as his lips hit my neck, and I grip on to his thigh with one hand, the other probably leaving dents from my nails in the soft leather seat.
“Yeeeesss…” My back arches a little as he circles my clit, already throbbing, his hand now owning my pleasure.
I move my hand up his thigh, massaging his hardness, feeling his arousal through his pants. With his other hand, he swipes the strap from my shoulder, the front of my dress falling a little as he leans over, sucking on my bare nipple.
“Ohhhh… my… Donovan…” I pant, my body moving into the seat, grinding on his hand.
“That’s it, baby. Such a good girl.”
I swallow, barely, my mouth open and my eyes rolling into the back of my head as he slides a finger inside.
“Yes… yes…” I pant, my back arching a little more, him sucking and biting on my nipple. I think I start to see stars. The privacy screen is fully in place, the windows black, but even if people could witness this, I wouldn’t notice. I’m totally captivated by the man next to me. The one working me over like he knows my body better than I do.
“Fuck… let go for me… Give me what I want, baby.” His hands move quicker as he pinches my nipple, and I let go.
“Yes… Dono—” I scream his name, his lips hitting mine at the last moment, keeping us quiet as I quiver and shake in his hold.
He pulls away a little, his forehead leaning against mine as I try to slow my breaths. Shit. I’ve never done anything like that before, and I was so in the moment I hadn’t realized we had stopped and arrived at the venue already.
“That was a first for me…” I whisper honestly as he pulls his fingers from my core, and with his eyes glued to mine, he lifts his hand and puts his finger in his mouth, sucking me from his skin.
“Sweet just like candy…” He leans forward, pecking me on the lips as he helps me fix my dress and my lipstick.
“Will you be okay?” My grin is cheeky as I see him shuffle a little in his seat.
“I might need a minute.”
I roll my lips, and he chuckles as he pours himself a whiskey.
This night is already off to a great start and a fantastic way to end our week here. I owe a lot to this man. The confidence he gives me. In work, in myself. I feel loved for the first time in forever, and it’s almost like it makes me bloom. When I saw his hand today, knowing that he stood up for me, for himself, for us, it moved something inside of me. Like he fought the bully and won.
We are a force to be reckoned with.
32
Jessica
It’s been a few days since Milan and Christmas is right around the corner, yet I’m hiding again. Here in my office, my head glued to the computer, looking through data. The numbers are almost blurring so I sit back and rub my eyes. I’ve got my glasses back on today. They still feel dusty and gritty from the contacts I wore in Milan, but it was worth it. Despite a few hiccups and frustrations, we had a great time, albeit a little unsettling with all the attention. I’m not used to having cameras flash at my every move or people looking and whispering with every step I take.
When we landed back in New York, the articles were everywhere. Photos of us from the car, getting on and off the jet, around the hotel and in between meetings. I haven’t looked at many of them. I took a quick peek at the main publications, noticed the photos looked nice and the commentary was favorable, and then I ignored the rest. But the talk around the office has now increased. I walked through the office earlier, and I had some grins from people and others said hello. It was a nice reprieve from the whispers I’ve been hearing since I got this job. I’ve also successfully stayed clear of Ashley, as that’s an issue I don’t want to combat today. So I’ve been here at my desk since, not needing all their stares as I get on with my workload.
I click out of the spreadsheet and look at the news again. I see a small article about Donovan and me in the business section and click on it. It’s different from the rest. This one is a more balanced piece. Talking about my career at York, positioning me as someone with brains rather than just the odd-looking girl angle that the other media outlets have gone with. Sure, I’m no model in height, weight, or presence. But I’m no ogre either. I’m just me.
My cell chimes, and I look at it. Jimmy again. He’s been calling relentlessly today. I know he would’ve seen the media articles. I mean, practically everyone has. But I silence his call, letting it go to voicemail with all the others as I scroll the news further, and my eyes hook on another article.
It’s about business fraud, and I read through it. It goes into detail about the increase in criminal syndicates, especially in Asia, and how they’re positioning themselves in the business world. I frown at seeing some names and faces of people I know I’ve seen on the news for drug possession and money laundering before.
It stirs something inside of me, and I click back into the research I’ve done over the months since I started here as Donovan’s advisor. I look at the locations of the Jasper acquisitions again. Ports. Asia. Access to freight lines and boats. Why does he need so many ports? Access to shipping lanes?
