Page 41 of Strictly Business

“So cultured,” Serena says with a soft laugh.

“I think I would be more interested in seeing a place now,” I say. “And going somewhere that wasn’t just a boozy resort. I’ve been to a fair few different places with the business too but I don’t count that.”

“Well maybe you don’t, but I am very much counting Italy,” Serena says.

“Maybe I’ll make an exception for Italy,” I say.

Serena nods.

“You’d better. It’s our first trip away together,” she says. “One of the most romantic cities in the world and we’ll be there. Me, you, and fucking Ruth.”

I burst into laughter at the change in her tone when she reminds me that Ruth will be on the trip with us.

“She won’t be with us all of the time,” I say.

“I hope not,” Serena says. She smiles then, and that mischievous look from earlier comes back over her face. “But just in case we can’t shake her, I had better get some practice in.”

I open my mouth to ask her what she means when I feel her foot on my leg.

CHAPTER30

Wyatt

She walks her toes up my shin and over my knee and then she rubs it against my inner thigh. My cock responds to her touch like it always does, coming to life instantly, but I force myself to think of things other than Serena and how fucking good her touch feels, and I keep it down.

“Stop it,” I say quietly.

“Why? Don’t you like it?” Serena says as she moves her foot higher.

“You know full well I like it. Now knock it off,” I say.

Even as I say it, I’m spreading my legs to give her foot access to where it wants to be. She presses the sole of it against my cock and then she rubs it over me. I’m really struggling to not get a hard on. I’m really struggling not to grab Serena and kiss her teasing little mouth as well.

I finish the last bit of my sandwich and look Serena in the eye as I drink the last of my soda. I can see the desire in her eyes, and I know that for all this is fucking torture for me, it’s affecting her too. Somehow, that makes me feel better. I keep watching her as she finishes her lunch and teases me. I feel my hands balling into fists on the table as the sensation becomes so intense that I’m sure I’m not going to be able to control myself anymore. But I manage it. Somehow, I manage it.

I know it’s not going to last forever though and as much as I’m enjoying this playful side to Serena, I’m not going to risk embarrassing myself in public that way and so I take a deep breath and stand up, leaving Serena’s foot behind.

“Are you ready to head back?” I ask.

She nods and wrinkles her nose at me and calls me a spoil sport, and I know she knows why I’ve called an end to the lunch. I offer her my hand and help her up from her seat and then I go to the counter to pay while Serena goes to use the bathroom. We meet back up out at the front of the deli and head back towards the office.

“I suppose, seeing as this was meant to be a working lunch, I should at least ask you. Is there anything in the pitch you are not happy with or are unsure about?” I ask.

Serena shakes her head and smiles.

“I have been over it so many times I think I could probably recite it without the slides,” she says.

“I know that feeling,” I say, laughing with her.

We arrive back at the building and cross the lobby. We wait for the elevator, and I decide it’s time I paid Serena back for her teasing little touches. We are the only ones waiting and when the elevator arrives, I gesture for Serena to get in first. I follow her in and press the button for our floor and then I stay next to the control panel.

It seems to take forever for the doors to start to close and the whole time, I’m thinking to myself come on, close. Close for fuck’s sake. After what feels like an eternity, the doors finally start to close. Of course, at that exact moment, a woman starts to run towards the elevator.

“Hold the elevator please,” she calls.

When my hand doesn’t move, Serena frowns at me and reaches around me to press the button to hold the doors. I know that’s the right thing to do, but I’m so past that and so ready for taking Serena that I don’t care anymore. I knock her hand away.

“Sorry, this one’s taken,” I say as I press the button for our floor again.

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