The Billionaire's Touch(5)

Vance stared at his screen, mouth hanging open. What the hell had she been thinking? How much had she had to drink? Alcohol was the only logical answer for what he was reading. And yet, yesterday, he'd heard her breathing quicken when he ordered her to take off her jacket, to put her hands on the desk. She hadn't protested when he'd touched her. And he knew she wasn't the type of woman who exchanged favors for promotions or positive reviews, so it hadn't been that. The only reason he could think that she would've allowed him to do what he did was that she wanted it as much as he did. He glanced down at his tented pants. All right, maybe not quite as much, but that was half the fun, wasn't it? Showing her what she really wanted?

Before he could talk himself out of it, he forwarded the attachment to his phone and deleted the email. That done, he leaned back, breathing far heavier than his activity required of him. He was so hard it almost hurt. If he didn't relieve some of this tension soon, he was going to summon Courtney to his office and f*ck her right there, training be damned. He stood. Times like this, he loved having a private bathroom.

“Mr. Forster,” his assistant's voice came over the intercom. “The board of directors just called again. They're wondering where you are.”



Shit. Vance scowled. He'd completely forgotten that he had a meeting first thing this morning. And there was no way he'd be able to get off knowing that the board was waiting for him. He picked up his laptop, thankful that he usually took it with him to meetings. He was going to need it to cover his erection since it didn't look like it'd be going away anytime soon. Courtney was so going to pay for this.

Before the meeting had really gotten underway, Vance's mind began to wander. The quarterly earnings reports, which Vance had gone over the day before, were hardly enough to keep his brain occupied. Not when there were so many more delicious things he could be thinking about. For instance, all of the ways he could make Courtney suffer for his current situation.

He leaned back in his chair, fingers buried in thick ash blond hair as he held her on his cock. Her mouth was hot and greedy, and the desire to come was almost too much, but he kept control. She wouldn't be allowed to cum until he did, and he could feel her sucking, trying to force him over the edge. The only things that broke the silence were the wet sounds of her mouth and the muffled vibration of the toy buried in her *. She'd had it on all day, the constant stimulation a reminder of who she'd offended. She whimpered as he forced her head down, shoving all nine inches into her throat.

“Vance is something wrong?”



Vance yanked himself out of his daydream, forcing a smile while inwardly cursing Dwight Lutz, the board member who'd interrupted. “Fine, Dwight,” he tried for what appeared to be an apologetic expression. “I was up late last night. Must've just zoned out.”



“I was just asking for a vote of approval to accept the quarterly findings as is,” the youngest member of the board, Heathcliff Van Arsdale, spoke up from the end of the table. He was only two years older than Vance and the closest thing Vance had to a confidant. The two had met in college and stuck together ever since.

“Oh, yeah, of course,” Vance agreed. “Who's up next?”



As the next item on the agenda was presented, Vance tried to concentrate, but found his thoughts returning to Courtney and her email. Before long, he was caught up in another fantasy.

She was beautiful like this, tied, spread-eagle, to his bed. She was always beautiful, he knew, but something about seeing her like this just made her quiet beauty stand out more. Her pale skin was marked with red lines, each one representing a lash with the cane he held in his hand. She'd thanked him for every stroke, admitted she'd misbehaved and deserved to be punished. Now, with her body quivering from sensation overload, it was time. He dropped the cane and took a step forward, hand at his zipper.

“I hope you sleep better tonight.” A hand on his shoulder jerked Vance from his reverie. Heathcliff grinned down at his friend. “One more meeting like that and everyone's going to start wondering why we need you.” He winked as he walked out, leaving Vance alone in the boardroom.

Oh shit. Vance ran his hands through his hair. He seriously needed to get himself under control. He was so hard it hurt. A shaky laugh escaped his lips. That's what he got for letting his imagination get the best of him. He stood, once again holding his laptop in front of him as he made his way to the floor's public bathroom. It was closer than his own and, the way he was aching, he wouldn't make it that far without walking funny.

He breathed a sigh of relief that the room was empty and slipped into the large stall on the end. This was stupid, he knew. He'd fire anyone caught doing what he was about to do. But the ache in his balls and cock overrode common sense. He leaned back against the wall, carefully setting his laptop on the floor next to him. By the time his hand was at his zipper, his eyes were closed and a new vision had formed in his mind's eye.

Courtney sat beside him in the board room, appearing to listen as the directors talked. Under the table, her hand was already inside his pants, fingers wrapped around his thick shaft. Her strokes were steady and even, every other one twisting slightly at his head, thumb running over the tip. Determined to make her calm facade break, he slid his hand up her leg, grinning when her breath hitched. His arctic blue eyes darkened at the sound. His fingers skimmed over the top of her thigh-high stockings, tracing over bare skin until he reached the juncture between her thighs. As she'd promised, she wore nothing beneath her modest business-length skirt, and his fingers slipped easily into her wet heat.