Chapter 284: I Can Be The Boss

David’s POV

“What’s wrong? Did I do something?” I asked, adding a hint of panic to my voice.

“No…no…that’s not it,” she replied almost immediately.

“Then what? Why did you suddenly go cold?”

She swallowed. “It’s just… What are we going to tell people? We’re walking into the office together. I’m still in yesterday’s clothes. It’s Friday…everyone knows I don’t repeat outfits. They’ll notice. They’ll talk. What are we going to say?”

I reached over, caught her chin between my thumb and finger, turned her face to mine at the next red light.

“Then let them talk.” My voice dropped. “More reason you should start keeping things at my place. A drawer. A shelf. Half the closet if you want it. Clothes, shoes, that vanilla body spray you always wear. Whatever. Because starting tonight, you’re spending the whole weekend at my place. No excuses. We’re getting to know each other better. Deeper.” I lifted her hand again, pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the center of her palm. “Every inch of you. Every secret. Every moan. I want to know you beyond the fact that you are Ava’s sister.”

When she didn’t say anything, I continued. “But to put your mind at peace, we will use the underground packing lot. That way, no one will see us coming in together.”

Her breath hitched as tears gathered. But she didn’t say anything. She just nodded…like she couldn’t get herself to say the words.

She must have heard that I rarely used the underground space. Imagine how she would feel thinking that I made a huge sacrifice just for her.

Nice play, David.

We pulled into the underground garage at the office twenty minutes later. I parked in my reserved spot…closest to the private elevator…and killed the engine.

She tried to act normal. Head down, smoothing her skirt, clutching her bag like a shield. Professional. Untouched.

But I didn’t bother with being discreet.

I rounded the car, opened her door, offered my hand. When she took it I pulled her close…arm sliding around her waist, fingers splaying possessively over the small of her back. I kissed the top of her head right there in the open garage, not caring who might be watching from the security cameras.

I pulled her towards the elevator and the doors slid shut behind us.

Empty. Just us.

I didn’t waste time.

I spun her around so her back hit the mirrored wall, caged her with my arms on either side of her head.

“Spread,” I ordered, voice low and rough.

Her eyes went wide. “David…what are you doing? We’re at work. The cameras—”

“I’m the boss.” I leaned in, lips brushing the shell of her ear. “Nothing happens unless I say it does. Now spread your legs like a good girl.”

She hesitated…only a second…then obeyed as a soft gasp escaped her lips. Thighs parting just enough.

I slipped my hand under her skirt. Found her bare, already slick, clit swollen from earlier. She gasped when my fingers grazed her.

“Fuck, you’re dripping already,” I whispered, biting down on her earlobe hard enough to make her whimper. “Such a needy little thing.”

From my pocket I pulled the small black velvet pouch I’d grabbed from the nightstand before we left.

I shook out the toy…smooth, curved silicone, matte black, with a flared base so it couldn’t get lost inside her. The remote was already synced in my other pocket.

Her eyes went huge when she saw it.

“David…no…I’m not even wearing any underwear because someone refused to stop for me to get one.”

“Yes. I love it like that.” I pressed the tip against her entrance, teasing, letting her feel how thick it was. “You’re going to wear this for me all day. Every meeting. Every coffee run. Every time you cross your legs under your desk.” I pushed it in slowly…inch by inch…watching her face contort with shock and pleasure. “And when I want, I turn it on.” I clicked the remote once…low buzz.

She jolted, thighs clamping around my wrist. A choked moan escaped before she slapped a hand over her mouth.

I clicked it off. Leaned in until my lips were against her ear again.

“Don’t moan too loud, baby,” I murmured, voice dark with warning. “Unless you want the whole floor knowing my perfect little assistant is walking around with my toy buried in her tight cunt.”

She looked at me like she might actually cry…or come. “How… how am I supposed to walk in this?”

I kissed her hard…once, bruising…then pulled back.

“Figure it out.” I smoothed her skirt down, buttoned one more button on her blouse like I was being helpful. “And try not to tempt me too much today. Because if you do…” I tapped the remote against her lower lip. “I won’t turn it off until you’re shaking in the supply closet begging me to fuck the toy out of you.”

She was still muttering under her breath, ranting about how utterly ridiculous this was…about how I seriously expected her to go through an entire day with no underwear and that tucked inside her…when the elevator chimed sharply.

The doors slid open on our floor, cutting her off mid-complaint, and suddenly the tension snapped into place, thick and electric, daring her to step out and face it.

But Holly didn’t move.

Neither did I.

Instead she reached out…fast, decisive…and fisted my tie in her small hand. One sharp yank and she had me stumbling forward, my chest slamming against hers as she spun us both. My back hit the mirrored wall with a dull thud. The elevator doors stayed open, framing the quiet hallway beyond like a stage we weren’t ready to walk onto yet.

She pressed in close…hips flush to mine, one knee sliding between my thighs…and tilted her head so her lips brushed the shell of my ear.

“I’ve been a good girl, daddy,” she whispered, voice low and velvet-smooth, nothing like the shy little thing she’d played in the car. “Letting you lead. Letting you tease. Letting you put this fucking thing inside me and handle the remote like I’m your pretty pet.” Her free hand slid down my chest, slow and deliberate, nails dragging just hard enough to make my abs jump. “I just wanted to remind you, David…”

Fingers dipped past my belt buckle…nimble, shameless…slipped the button free, tugged the zipper down halfway.

“…that I can be the boss too.”

Then her hand was inside my boxers, wrapping around my cock.

Rock-fucking-hard.

She squeezed…firm, possessive…base to tip in one slow, tight stroke that made my vision white out for a second. I hissed through clenched teeth, hips jerking forward into her grip before I could stop myself.

She didn’t flinch. Just kept that slow, torturous glide…thumb circling the head, smearing the bead of pre-cum already leaking there, spreading it in lazy, slick rings.

“You can play today,” she murmured against my throat, lips brushing skin, breath hot. “Tease me. Edge me. Make me walk around dripping for you. But when I want to play…” She twisted her wrist on the upstroke…perfect pressure, perfect rhythm…and I groaned low in my chest, head falling back against the mirror. “…you better be ready. Because I don’t play nice at all.”

Fuck.

My hands shot to her hips…instinct, trying to flip us, pin her, take back control…but she stepped back just as I leaned in to kiss her.

Gone.

Her hand slipped free.

The sudden absence of her warmth hit like ice water. My cock throbbed painfully in the open air, untouched, aching, flushed dark and glistening at the tip.

I gasped…actual, ragged gasp…like she’d punched the air out of me in the most painful way.

Holly smoothed her skirt with both hands, calm as anything. Tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Looked me dead in the eye with that sweet, innocent smile she wore for clients.

Then she reached over, zipped me up herself…slowly, deliberately…fingers brushing the sensitive head one last time before she tugged the fabric closed.

“See you at your desk, boss,” she said softly in a professional and polite tone.

Then she stepped out of the elevator like nothing had happened and left me leaning against the wall, heart hammering, dick so hard it hurt, tie crooked, breathing like I’d run a sprint.

The doors started to close and I slapped a hand out to stop them.

I watched her walk down the hall..,hips swaying just enough to remind me exactly what she was carrying inside her, exactly who had the upper hand for the next five seconds.

And in my head, one thought looped louder than anything else:

I fucking love her challenges.

God help me.

Because she just raised the stakes.

And I was already planning how to make her pay for it throughout today…slowly, deliciously, until she was the one gasping and begging.

But not yet.

Not until she thought she’d won.

I straightened my tie, adjusted myself and stepped out after her.

Damn, I will punish her for leaving me like this.