Chapter 287: Make Me Beg

Holly’s POV

The supply closet door clicked shut behind me with the soft finality of a handcuff snapping closed.

David was already there…back against the shelves, arms crossed, eyes dark and glittering in the dim overhead bulb. The air smelled like paper, toner, and the faint metallic edge of anticipation.

He didn’t speak. Just watched me lock the door.

I turned. Heart hammering so loud I was sure the whole floor could hear it.

“You took four minutes,” he said quietly. “I said five.”

“I’m early,” I shot back, voice breathier than I wanted. “Sue me for being a good girl.”

He pushed off the wall in one smooth motion. Closed the distance until I had to tip my head back to meet his eyes.

“You just defended me in front of the entire leadership team,” he murmured. “Now, that is what I call loyalty in its finest.”

I swallowed anxiously. "I was just stating facts, boss.”

A slow, dangerous smile curved his mouth. “Of course you were.”

His hand came up, thumb brushing my bottom lip. “And you did it while I had you vibrating like a live wire. Ballsy.”

The praise hit harder than any touch. Then his thumb pressed down, parting my lips just enough.

“Open.”

I did.

He slid two fingers inside…slow, teasing…letting me taste the faint salt of his skin.

“Suck.”

I closed my lips around them. Tongue curling slowly. Eyes never leaving his.

He groaned low in his throat. The sound vibrated straight to my core.

“Good girl.”

He pulled his fingers free with a wet pop.

Then…without warning…he reached into his pocket.

The vibration roared back to life.

Not low. Not teasing.

High.

Pulsing in brutal, rolling waves that made my knees buckle.

I grabbed his shoulders to stay upright. A choked gasp tore out of me before I could stop it.

“David—!”

“Shhh.” His free hand clamped over my mouth. Firm. Possessive. “You don’t want the whole office hearing how wet my little pet gets when I reward her.”

The word pet should’ve offended me… I mean, I like to believe that I'm a strong, independent woman.

But for David…I don't mind.

Instead it made me clench harder around the toy.

He felt it. Of course he did.

His eyes flared. “Fuck. You like that, don’t you?”

I nodded frantically against his palm.

He leaned in until his lips brushed my ear. “Then come for me. Right here. Right now. While everyone’s still filing out of that conference room wondering why their boss and his assistant left almost at the same time.”

The vibration shifted…faster, deeper, merciless.

My hips jerked forward on instinct. Grinding against nothing. Chasing pleasure.

I was so close already. Had been since the meeting. Since the elevator. Since the car ride to the office.

My nails dug into his biceps.

He pressed harder against my mouth, muffling the desperate little whimpers spilling out.

“That’s it,” he whispered. “Give it to me. Let me feel you fall apart.”

I shattered right then.

Silent. Violent. Whole body locking as pleasure ripped through me in white-hot waves. Thighs shaking. Toes curling inside my heels. The toy kept going…relentless…drawing it out until tears pricked my eyes and my legs threatened to give.

He clicked it off the second I started to slump.

I sagged against him, panting into his neck.

He held me there. One arm banded around my waist. The other stroking slow circles on my back like I hadn’t just come undone in a supply closet at ten-thirty in the morning.

When my breathing steadied, he tilted my chin up.

“Still think you can be the boss too?”

I managed a shaky laugh. “I’m… reconsidering my life choices.”

He kissed me then…slow, deep, claiming.

When he pulled back, his voice was rough. “We’re not done for today.”

Then he straightened my blouse. Smoothed my hair. Looked me over like he was inspecting his handiwork.

“Back to your position. Try not to drip on the tiles.”

I swatted his chest weakly. “You’re evil.”

“You love it.”

And he was right. I mean… Who wouldn't?

He opened the door a crack and checked the hall.

Clear.

He stepped out first. I followed a minute later…legs still jelly, cheeks flushed, trying to look like I’d just been fetching extra staplers.

I barely made it back to my seat without my legs giving out completely. The aftershocks were still rippling through me…little electric after-tremors that made every shift in the chair feel obscene. My skirt stuck to the backs of my thighs from how soaked I was. I crossed my legs tight, prayed no one could smell sex and shame rolling off me in waves, and pretended to take notes on a blank page.

The conference room hadn’t emptied. Some people remained seated.

People were still milling around the front, half-standing, half-sitting, like no one wanted to take a break from the meeting.

Norman had come back in…face less purple now, more resigned. David was leaning against the head table, casual as anything, scrolling through something on his tablet while the AV guy fiddled with the projector again.

I walked…carefully, slowly, like I was made of glass…and went up the aisle. Every step made the plug shift just enough to remind me who’d put it there and why. I stopped a respectful three feet away, notepad clutched like a shield.

Norman looked over and actually looked embarrassed for the first time since the fight yesterday.

“Holly,” he said gruffly. “About earlier. I was out of line. Way out of line. The personal shot… I shouldn’t have gone there.”

I blinked. Didn’t expect an apology from him over that. I mean…he was right after all. David is the reason I'm working in their company. But I didn't back his  proposal because of that.

“It’s okay,” I said automatically. Then, softer… “But thank you.”

He exhaled through his nose, turned to David.

“Look… I went back through the models last night. Ran them again. Three times and you’re right. The upside is there. The risk is real and definitely not calculated. I was wrong to dig in so hard, and I couldn't bring myself to admit that I was wrong, and let this meeting drag. And yesterday…” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I was an asshole for saying that. Sorry I pushed you that far.”

David studied him for a long second.

Then he straightened, and set the tablet down.

“I’m sorry I threw the first punch. We are more than partners. We shouldn’t have embarrassed ourselves like that,” he said simply. No excuses. No qualifiers. Just the truth hanging there.

Norman snorted. A real, surprised laugh. “I have to admit though. You punch like a girl, Dave.”

David’s eyebrows shot up playfully. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” Norman grinned now. “That right hook? My twelve-year-old niece hits harder.”

David stepped closer. Not threatening… just the playful vibe.

“You want to try again? See if I still punch like a girl?”

The room went quiet for half a heartbeat.

Then I couldn’t help it.

“Awww,” I said, loud enough for everyone nearby to hear. “You two are adorable. Just kiss already and make up properly.”

Silence.

Then—

Laughter.

It started with Tim in the back row…sharp, delighted cackle…then rippled forward. A few of the others chuckled. Someone in finance actually clapped once like this was a rom-com climax. Even the AV guy grinned.

Norman barked a laugh as David turned slowly toward me.

Eyes narrowed and a smirk blooming slow and lethal.

“Really?” he drawled. Voice low, but carrying. “You want us to kiss?”

My stomach flipped instantly.

He slipped his hand into his pocket…casual, like he was just checking for his phone.

The vibration snapped on.

Not low.

Not teasing.

Medium-high. Steady, rolling, insistent like an unstoppable thrust right against that swollen, oversensitive spot.

I gasped…sharp and audible.

My hand flew to my mouth too late. A tiny, strangled moan slipped through my fingers before I could choke it back.

Every head in the room swiveled toward me.

Amber’s eyes went wide before she frowned. “You okay, Holly?”

David never looked away from me. Fake concern dripping from his voice like honeyed poison.

“Holly? You alright over there?”

I nodded frantically. Too fast. Too jerky.

“Fine!” I squeaked. “Totally fine! Just…uh…swallowed wrong. Coffee. Hot. Burnt my throat. Ha.”

The vibration pulsed once…sharper…like he was underlining the lie.

I clenched every muscle I had to keep from rocking forward.

David tilted his head. Mock worry crinkling the corners of his eyes.

“One would think there’s something else going on,” he said mildly. “You’ve been rather… jumpy all morning.”

More laughter…lighter this time, thinking it was office banter.

Norman snorted. “She’s probably still recovering from having to pick sides in front of the whole damn team. Cut her some slack, David.”

David’s smirk deepened. “Fair point.”

He clicked the remote off just then.

Sweet, blessed nothing. I almost sagged with relief.

He pushed off the table, addressed the room.

“Alright. We’ve aired the dirty laundry. Models are aligned. Norman’s on board. Project Horizon moves forward…full steam, adjusted risk gates. Everyone, make sure to take the weekend to relax your brain. Monday we start breaking workstreams. Questions?”

A few hands went up. Quick clarifications. Timelines. Budget tweaks.

I stayed frozen at the front, notepad forgotten, thighs trembling, trying to look normal while my body screamed for more.

David fielded the last question, then glanced at me one more time.

“Dismissed,” he said.

People started gathering laptops, jackets, coffee cups.

As the room thinned, David walked past me…close enough that his sleeve brushed my arm.

Low. For my ears only.

“Meet me at the parking garage an hour before closing time. We’re leaving early.”

Then he started walking away.

I just stood there, heart racing, cheeks burning, already counting down the seconds.

Because whatever waited in that underground garage…

Whatever waited at his place for the next forty-eight hours…

I was ready to beg for it.

And I had a feeling he was going to make me.