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Chapter 20

Jason was kissing me relentlessly—not giving me a chance to pull away. When he’d taken every ounce of breath that I had, he pushed my dress up past my thighs and positioned me to straddle his lap.

I heard him unbuckling his pants and un-wrapping a condom, so I tried to get up again, but one of his arms was still tightly snaked around me.

“Jason...” I whispered. “Think about this. I—”

“I have,” he said as he slipped two fingers inside of me. “I’ve been thinking about it all day.” He moved them in and out a few times, and then he brought his mouth close to my ear. “And from the feel of things...You’ve been thinking about it too.”

I suppressed a moan as he placed a kiss on my neck, as he tilted me up and slowly lowered me onto his dick.

“Ahh...Ahhh...Ahhhhh...”

“Shhhh...” He tugged at my bottom lip with his teeth and grabbed my hands, placing them on the wall behind him. “You have to be quiet or they’ll hear us...”

“Alright, one last thing everyone.” Mr. Barnes was still talking. “Remember, if anyone is caught talking or if someone’s cell phone goes off, I’ll have to turn on the lights and we’ll have to do the session in the light, without the power of the candles. So, don’t be selfish—the Zen system benefits us all...”

I pressed my hands against the wall, exhaling as Jason pushed the top of my dress down and drew one of my nipples into his mouth.

“Via...” He rubbed his hands across my back, pulling me close, and then he whispered in my ear, “Move.”

I sucked in a breath and rocked against him, trying to not to moan as he rolled his tongue around one of my nipples.

He was teasing it gently, matching the same up and down rhythm I was using with my hips.

I tried to go as slow as I possibly could—knowing that if I sped up I would end up screaming and everyone would see me grinding against our boss. I exhaled each time I sank down—over and over, but it must not have been good enough for Jason because he suddenly cupped my ass and moved me up and down himself—at a much faster pace.

“Ahhh...Godddd...stopppp...” I whispered.

“No.” He trapped my bottom lip between his teeth, squeezing my cheeks even harder, bouncing me against him with no finesse.

I let out another moan and heard a loud beeping sound from the front of the room—the sound that meant someone was talking; if it went off again, the lights would automatically come on.

“So, you’re into other people watching?” Jason whispered against my mouth. “I’m not opposed to that...” He pressed his lips against mine and kissed me to prevent me from making another sound. He started flexing himself upwards, still holding and controlling my pace with his hands.

I couldn’t take it anymore, I felt an orgasm building inside of me, felt it getting ready to make me scream, so I broke away from Jason’s kiss.

“I’m...I’m about to...” I murmured. “I’m—”

He leaned forward and bit my down on my lips. Hard.

My legs started to shake and severe vibrations rippled through my entire body. As the intense pleasure rolled through me, I tried to push myself away from him so I could exhale, scream, breathe—but he didn’t let my mouth go until my body stiffened and stilled.

When he was sure I was done, he released my lips and leaned back against the wall.

I slumped forward against his chest, panting—too angry to think straight. I sat there, still on top of him, wondering if I was dreaming or if he was really that crazy.

“Let me help you.” I heard him say as he gently moved me off of him. “You’re quite the exhibitionist...” He wiped a cloth between my thighs—I assumed it was his suit’s handkerchief, and kissed my forehead as he did it.

Then he pulled my dress back over my thighs and ran his fingers through my hair.

I heard him zipping his pants up and buckling his belt. I could barely see his face in the darkness, but I could feel him staring at me—like he always did when we were finished.

I tried to channel my anger and confusion into something else, anything else, but the ocean sounds and blasting headphone music in the room were way too loud. There were even a few people snoring.

“Follow me.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me up. He pushed a panel in the wall that was behind us, leading me into a dark room with a wooden conference table.

He quietly slid the panel back into place and locked it. “Let’s eat lunch together.”

What?

He must’ve noticed the look on my face because he smiled. “It’ll only take thirty minutes of your time. The Zen session will be over by then.”

I was speechless. I couldn’t believe the nerve of him, to literally fuck me in a room full of my closest colleagues and then have the audacity to suggest lunch.

“I’ll have our lunch brought in here.” He started drawing the blinds open. “What do you want to eat?”

I didn’t answer.

“Via?” He turned around. “You know I’m not a huge fan of unanswered questions...”

“A grilled chicken salad, hold the sex please.”

He laughed and pulled his phone out of his pocket.

“Does every room at Ice Industries have a secret hidden passage?” I asked.

“No, not all of them, just the executive ones. They’re more of a fire safety measure, but they clearly come in handy for other things...”

I rolled my eyes and sat at the table.

“Angela? Could you have someone bring me two grilled chicken salads and two sweet teas to the executive en-suite on level twenty-four? You’re the best. Thanks.” He sat across from me. “The door to your left leads out into the hallway by the way.”

“Duly noted...”

“Are you upset with me?”

“I don’t know what I am. I’m not sure how I should feel after being fucked in front of all my coworkers.”

“Elated, maybe?”

“There are a lot of words that come to mind. That definitely isn’t one of them.”

“Well, next time just turn around. I’m sure no one saw anything. Most of them were falling asleep...Can I ask you something?”

“Go ahead...”

“Do you ever do the dating thing or do you just stand people up whenever they ask you out?”

“I don’t do the dating thing.”

“Why not?”

I shrugged. “I don’t want to be disappointed again, if you know what I mean...” I started thinking about Ryan and immediately steered the conversation away. “Do you do the dating thing?”

“I’ve been trying to...The woman I’m currently after is the most difficult woman I’ve ever pursued.”

“She’s probably out of your league. Why don’t you just date a supermodel?”

“Not interested. I’ve done that before.”

Oh...“Well, why not an actress?”

There was a knock at the door.

“I did that before too...There’s not much substance in any of those women honestly, but I can’t really blame them. They become just like everyone else in the industry.” He opened the door and retrieved our lunch. As he carried the boxes back over to the table, he looked at me. “I know this is random, but I’ve been meaning to ask you this: Do you have a fascination with white and red flags?”

“What?”

“Your necklaces and the charm bracelets you wear. All of them have white and red triangle flags.”

“Oh...No, I wouldn’t call it a fascination. I just like flags.”

“Interesting...”

He passed me my salad and tea, and the two of us ate in complete silence.

Every now and then, I would look up at him and he would smile. Despite the fact that I was upset with him for what he’d pulled minutes ago, I couldn’t help but smile back.

It was strange for me to actually enjoy being around someone in silence, but he and I slipped into silence all the time. With anyone else it usually felt boring or awkward, but with him it always felt natural.

“Thank you for lunch.” I stood up once I was done. “It was very sweet of you, but we’re not doing it again.”

“Why not?”

“Because whatever this is between you and I is strictly physical. I get mine and you get yours. That’s it.”

“Okay, Via.” He smirked.

“I mean it.” I put on my best non-negotiable face. “This is strictly about sex.”

“I’m not doubting you, but if you keep standing there and looking at me like that, you may not make it back downstairs.”

I rolled my eyes and walked out of the room.

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Monday was the best and worst day of the week: “Best” because it meant that after a weekend without any sex, it was finally going to start up again. “Worst” because Mr. Barnes insisted on scheduling the bulk of our meetings and presentations on that day.

However, this particular Monday was worse than usual because I didn’t get one second to relax over the weekend.

I spent my entire Saturday standing on the Golden Gate Bridge, shooting three different versions of the sPhone blue commercial: We did take after take after take, and once it was finally perfected, the director realized he’d been shooting with the wrong camera, so we had to do it all over again.

On Sunday, my team and I spent eighteen hours going through stock footage, trying to come up with promotion strategies for Ice Industries’ newest product: the sTablet.

By the time I arrived to work on Monday, I was a walking zombie. I sat through endless meetings—intern contracts, publicity revamps, beta research, et cetera, et cetera. I didn’t bother taking a lunch break because two clients requested me at the last minute to help with their pitches.

When my last meeting was over, I was completely slammed. I tried drinking a few cups of coffee to perk myself up, but there was no effect whatsoever.

It wasn’t until a little after five when I noticed a text Jason had sent hours ago: “My secretary went home early so we can use my office today...You can come up whenever you like.”

I packed all my things away and freshened myself up in the bathroom, hoping that a few hours with him would be all I needed to gain some energy.

I took the elevator up to the top floor and knocked.

“Good afternoon, Via.” He opened the door and ushered me inside.

I looked around his office and tried not to seem utterly impressed. It was ten times the size of my office and there were doors that led to other rooms on all four walls.

On the wall to my right was a floor to ceiling bookcase that was filled with hardcover books. To my left, was a projector screen that covered the entire wall and a seating area for ten. His massive metal desk was centered in front of the floor to ceiling windows, and there was a huge white luxury sofa in the corner.

He put his hands on my shoulders and raised his eyebrow. “Are you feeling okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Hmmm. No reason.”

He led me over to the sofa and sat down next to me. He held my face in his hands and looked deep into my eyes before kissing me.

I thought he was going to take off my clothes or lay me against the couch, but he pulled me into his lap and began massaging my shoulders.

“How was your day today?” he asked.

“It was ahhh...It was okay...” I murmured.

“And how did your promo shoots go over the weekend?”

“Ahhh...Good. Very good.” I closed my eyes, focusing on the soft rhythm of his hands, and then everything went black.

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