Resisting Mr. Kane (London Mister #2)(94)

My eyes shoot to my hairline. “You are cooking?”

He smirks playfully. “Thought I’d try a stuffed leg of Welsh lamb.”

Oh shit, I’m going to have to check the local takeaways, he’ll never nail this.

I take his hand as he leads me down the lane to the cottage.

It seems I got tired of resisting Mr. Kane.

One week later

Tristan

For the first time in over a decade I work from home for an entire week, in Wales. I suspect my management team thinks I'm having some sort of breakdown since this is my first board meeting over the phone.

But nothing could tear me away from Elly right now. She had four counselling sessions but she’s still fragile. I pinch the bridge of my nose as I try to focus on the board agenda but all I can see is a topless Elly floating in the jacuzzi. Her head is tilted back, her eyes are closed, and her arms are spread wide so that those beautiful breasts can be seen bobbing up and down. I have ten minutes before the meeting finishes and I can sink into the water and sink into her. My cock grows hard in anticipation.

“What’s left on the agenda?” I ask impatiently. As if Elly senses me watching her, her eyes flicker open and she gives me a shy sexy smile. My teeth latch on to my bottom lip in frustration.

“So we have the global all-staff conference in two months. We need to think about keynote speakers.” Rebecca is talking way too slowly. “Tristan, do you have anyone in mind?”

Elly emerges from the jacuzzi dripping water all over the deck, showing off her shaven pink flesh. She looks so beautiful.

Mine.

Willing my dick to settle down, I answer Rebecca’s question. “Happy for the events team to own sourcing candidates. I’ll review the final set.” My words catch in my throat. It’s a shit response. No direction whatsoever.

Elly opens the patio door and walks purposefully towards me, leaving behind wet footprints.

I swallow hard as she comes right into my space and presses her wet chest against mine, smiling innocently up at me.

“Anything else?” I snap into my mic.

“So for the event we’ll do breakout sessions…” one of my senior partners drones on about the all-staff event. I stare at Elly. What the hell is she playing at? Now? When I’m in the board meeting?

With one smooth pull, she removes my tracksuit bottoms and boxers. My jaw tightens. Good thing it’s not a video call.

My cock juts out, oblivious to the work discussion I'm having with fifteen of my employees. Fuck, this woman will be the death of me. Here's hoping I don't have to make any decisions on this call.

Taking my hand, she slides two of my fingers deep into her. Damn, that feels good. So wet. So ready.

Although I'm trying to follow what the team is saying, my brain is losing the battle with my dick.

With her other hand she pushes me down so that I’m leaning against the table, grips my cock tightly and begins to stroke me. Long hard furious strokes like she is in a rush.

I let out a strangled growl.

“Tristan? Rebecca asks. “Did you say something?”

“Just something stuck in my throat.”

Elly stifles a snigger and I give her a severe look. She continues to stroke my cock as if this was the most natural thing in the world to do to me right in the middle of a board meeting.

She releases my fingers from inside her. That’s it, game over. She doesn’t have the nerve to go further. Not my sensible Elly.

But she was luring me into a false sense of security.

She wraps one of her legs around my hip, and before I can react, she spreads herself open with her hands, lowering herself onto my throbbing cock.

A hiss escapes through my gritted teeth.

“Final agenda item,” Simon, Head of Recruitment, says, oblivious to the fact I’ve got my cock buried deep in Elly. “The open managing partner position we need to fill ASAP to cover Oceania. Tristan, we have candidates lined up ready for interview.”

“Good,” I grunt, as Elly rides my cock, controlling the tempo with her hips. I can't stop this even if I wanted to.

“Are you going to fly out to Sydney for the final interviews or do you want to do them remotely?” Simon asks.

“Yes,” I groan in response, unable to complete a coherent sentence whilst Elly is riding me like a crazed cowgirl.

“Um, I’m not clear on which option, sir. Do you mean you are coming to Sydney?”

Elly clenches hard around me. I’m so close. I can’t stop.

I close my eyes and grip the edge of the table with both hands like my life depends on it.

Fuck me.

“Yes. I’m…coming,” I call out in a strangled voice as my whole body tenses and I explode hard inside of her in a final jerk.

I let out a ragged breath. “Are we done?” I bark.

“No further items for today,” Rebecca says tentatively.

I hang up without saying goodbye. I’ll have to apologise later and say I’m having a bad day.

“Elly.” I stare at her, trying to steady my breathing. “Never mind your job, if I didn’t own the company, you might get me fired.”

She winks. “Just showing you who’s boss.”





Epilogue




One year later

Tristan