Page 26 of Stocks & Lies

“No need. I’ll take it. Thanks.”

“You're welcome,” he said as Dawson ushered me into the room and shut the door before checking the 'meeting in process' sign in place and then sliding the lock closed.

“Do you remember, Everleigh?” Dawson asked gruffly as I swallowed hard, unable to let my meek voice carry the words.

I gave a slight nod before tilting my head to the side and assessed him. The concealed mask dropped before my eyes as I roamed over the angry, pissed off man with bunched up shoulders and taut muscles who was trying to keep everything under wraps. The issue was I wasn't just anyone. I was the one, and every second that passed by was a second closer to the man breaking down, scared of the emotions seeping through his veins.

I couldn't help teasing him. He was lost, and I was his savior. I bit my lip whilst my eyes devoured every inch of him, visually undressing him. My ass was placed on the edge of the boardroom desk, where he’d stood wound up like a coiled spring only weeks ago.

“If you keep looking at me with all that sass, I will be forced to throw you on to that boardroom table and fuck you until it breaks beneath us,” he commanded through gritted teeth as he walked towards me and his hands claimed my waist.

“Do you want to talk?” I uttered, reaching for his hand. I examined his set of knuckles carefully before looking up and catching the darkness overtake his eyes as he shook his head from side to side.

“Belle,” he whispered against my earlobe. “I need you, now. I could have lost you earlier.” He hissed as he dug his fingers into my hips. “Get those fucking clothes off before I rip them off your body. I'm not a patient man.”

“Dawson…”

“I mean it. That fucker has played me one last time,” he snapped as the cool air hit my breasts and the floaty fabric shirt that had covered them laid open with buttons scattered across the floor. “I said I wasn't very patient. That shirt has teased me all day, hiding my girls.”

“Your girls, hey? Are they possessions?” I asked, cocking my head to the side with my hand on my hip.

“Oh, they belong to me.” He chuckled as he leaned forward and trailed his tongue across the lace covered nipples. “You belong to me, Belle. You always have… and don't dare argue with me.”

“Hmm.”

He lifted me onto the edge of the boardroom table as he trailed his hands across my breasts. I noticed his engorged cock as it strained against the fabric of his pants.

“Just like I belong to you,” he replied, gulping hard at the admission. “Now I fancy a new boardroom table. Do you think you can help me find a reason why I need to purchase one?”

I banged the wood next to me and giggled loudly.

“Well, it doesn’t seem very flimsy,” I said, placing my arms behind me and shrugging my shoulders. I allowed the shirt to shimmer down my arms as I gave him a wink.

“But let's test it anyway, Belle. Shall we?”

15

Dawson

Icouldn't process the bullshit Stone spouted, except for one thing, that we would pay. He could've tried in many ways, but I would make sure anything linked to Everleigh was already revealed and not a backlash on our relationship for starters.

Every fucker in this place needed to know she was mine and if they dared touch her, then it would be the last thing they did. I had just made her gossip central, dragging her through the hotel, her hand intertwined in mine. Did I care? No. She was mine and I was hers. I could've been a real bastard though and stolen her mouth in a punishing kiss, but I knew I would've struggled to break the connection and fucked her without a care of an audience being present. Destroying everything in one swoop wasn’t my style.

I needed to forget, though. Unleash the fire burning inside me and mark her with my cum forever more, check every other part of her body was fine then lavish it with my touch. Make her forget everything. I was scared today; he had instilled fear and anguish in my Everleigh. He’d physically harmed her and left marks on her beautiful skin from his manhandling of her. When I saw him holding her, it unleashed an anger I had never experienced and one I never wanted to again. She was mine. Only mine.

I wasn't a patient man. The moment her backside sat on my boardroom table I was a ticking time bomb about to explode. Yes, I would talk and express my concern with opinions moving forward, but that wasn't for now.

I needed hard sex, multiple times with the woman that realigned everything. Fuck the desk, if it broke, it broke. At least it would be worth having her body pressed against mine. My cock ached for her tight walls and that blouse had driven me mad all day. I could smell her potent arousal in the air, making my mouth water.

“Belle… strip now or I rip your soaked panties from your core next.” I cocked my brow. Throwing my own shirt and jacket to the floor, I noticed the heavy falling of her breaths. “But you want that, don't you?”

Everleigh pulled her lip between her teeth and watched me intently. I unclasped my trousers and started to slide them lower, leaving them open and hung ready to drop from my hips. I watched her squirm against the smooth wood, trying to create an ounce of friction.

“Are you going to answer?” I winked, dropping my trousers fully, her gasp audible. “What was that?”

“Mmm hmm,” she replied with glassy eyes as she swiped her tongue across her lips.

The heat of my hand traveled through the thin scrap of clothing, making the fire within Everleigh’s thighs burn. She desperately bucked backwards and forwards in an attempt to appease the frustration of her desire. She was unable to stop moving with my teasing touch until I reached the edge of her skirt and smirked at the hitched intake of her breath.

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