Chapter 11

**Lily**

“Lily.”, he said again, walking towards me. For a second, I had forgotten he was in the room. I had also forgotten just how tall he was. And not to mention incredibly handsome. For the first time today, his gaze was on me, and I was feeling the effect. His eyes were studying every part of my body lazily.

“Matteo. Or would you rather me call you Asshole?”, I managed to say. My mouth was suddenly parched, and I was feeling hot under his gaze. I was also getting frustrated that his face was so hard to read. Was he feeling anything? Was this a game to him? Was I a challenge? You tell me because I had no fucking clue anymore.

He chuckled at my question but didn’t answer. Matteo walked slowly towards me, but as I stood frozen, he was in front of me in no time. In the back of my mind, I had registered him closing the door of the room, but for some reason my mind didn’t come up for a possible reason to do so.

I hated to admit it after the meeting we just had, but as he stood still in front of me, I was completely captivated by him. The information in the meeting had also, once again, confirmed to me that he was out of my league, yet here we are. Was I just something to play with to him?

I backed up as Matteo came closer to me, trying to protect myself from any potential heartbreak that this would obviously end with. Before I knew it, I felt my butt hit the table. Great, I couldn’t go anywhere, and this hot, tall, amazing guy was getting closer to me in a room with closed doors. Slowly, Matteo walked until he had closed any gap that there still was between us. Gently, he took my stuff from my hands and placed it carefully on the table.

“What do you want from me?”, I asked. I tried to sound as forcefully as I could manage. Matteo placed his hands on my hips and pulled me close against his hard body. There was literally no space left between us. I tried to push him away, but his body was like a wall. No matter how hard I pushed, he didn’t move a bit. “What do you want from me?”, I asked again. My protest was faltering.

“You…”, he whispered. His hands cupped my face with his thumbs lightly caressing my cheek. His darkened blue eyes continued to be locked on mine, studying me with intensity. My breath got louder with every second because of the suspense. Suddenly, he grabbed my ponytail and pulled it down, making me look up to him. I gasped in surprise at his action, but it got my body alive and excited. I looked into his eyes and saw lust and desire, which sparked something in me.

Matteo moved in slow motion, or at least so it seemed to me. He trailed his nose from the nape of my neck to my earlobe. I gasped when I felt him bite softly on my earlobe, and my nipples hardened as my breast pressed against his rock-hard body. I struggled to breathe, and I was afraid to make a sound to break this spell between us. The anticipation was killing me.

Then, all of a sudden, his hands gripped my waist, and he lifted me onto the table. Matteo stepped in between my legs immediately, so I never got the chance to close them. His hands went to my knees, and slowly he trailed his hands up to my thigh, taking my skirt with them. I gasped when one of his hands reached my lace, thin thong that barely covered anything. Not to mention that it was wet already. He pulled it to the side slightly, and I felt his finger moving up and down my slit. Judging by the hiss coming from his mouth, he noticed how turned I was.

I moaned softly at the sensations his fingers made me feel, and the tension in the pit of my stomach was building already. Subconsciously, my hips started writhing lightly, trying to urge his finger to move. A sigh escaped me when his fingers moved on my clit. Every sensation I felt intensified in my body. I threw my head back in pleasure when I felt his finger probing my entrance. Matteo growled in response, and I felt his other hand squeeze my ass. I moaned loudly when I felt his finger enter me, slowly twisting, moving it in and out. His finger was thick, and I felt so full already. It felt fucking fantastic, he felt fucking fantastic.

“Oh God…”, I whispered. Please don’t let him stop! Matteo groaned and growled. His movements grew more urgent. I felt his lips on mine, demanding access which I gladly gave to his tongue. His kiss was sweet but demanding. His tongue was tasting and exploring, but at the same time it felt dominating and overwhelming. The only thing I could do was feel. I couldn’t think anymore, I had no idea what was happening anymore, but it felt amazing. He moved his mouth to the side of my neck and kissed and sucked me there. I couldn’t control myself anymore, the pleasure he was giving me with his fingers and mouth was overwhelming. I moaned loudly as I felt his fingers picking up the pace and moving faster inside me. I put my arms around his neck in response and pulled him close. The pressure kept building fast. His finger was now pumping inside of me, and his thumb rubbed my clit relentlessly. I bit my lip to prevent myself from screaming. I could feel myself getting close to my climax. Uncontrollably, I spread my legs even wider so he would have all the access he needed to make me come. Despite my efforts not the scream, I failed. I buried my head deeper in his neck to have any sounds I made muffled. Feeling him everywhere, tasting him and smelling him was almost too much for me. Matteo didn’t miss a beat and kept going faster and faster, and my climax was getting closer.

“Fuck!”, Matteo growled and softly bit my neck. He was intense and rough, though sweet at the same time. He continued to work in and out with his finger, and his thumb kept rubbing my clit without giving me a break.

“Oh yeah…”, I whispered breathlessly when his thumb hit that sweet spot. My legs were trembling, and I felt my pussy clench around his finger. “Lily.”, he groaned. I moaned in his neck as my climax rippled through me, my breath hard and loud, almost panting. Matteo slowed his movements, allowing me to come down from my climax and enjoy it to its fullest. My head remained buried in his neck as I came down, softly kissing the side of his neck. My mind was spinning.

I raised my head again when I had caught my breath, in time to see him put his finger into his mouth and suck off my juices. To me it was the most erotic movement, even if it wasn’t meant to be one.

“So good.”, he praised, which left me slightly embarrassed. Next, he helped me off the table and helped me when my legs trembled as I tried to stand. He even pulled down my skirt to make sure I was presentable again. He kissed me sweetly on my forehead, and then he turned around and walked out of the meeting room without a word or a second glance.

I was confused by his actions. He had ignored me for the better part of the meeting, and then had proceeded to give me the best, most satisfying orgasm I had had in a very long time. Maybe even the best I have ever had.

And at that point it hit me: I got the best orgasm at a table in a meeting room at WORK!