Sweet Surrendering (Surrender Saga #1)(20)
Author: Chelsea M. Cameron

I shifted in my seat and re-crossed my legs under the table. Mr. Blaine shifted next to me and his leg brushed mine. Accidentally? On purpose?

I wanted to look at him, but he was on my right and the presentation was on my left so I couldn’t without being terribly obvious about it. And then it happened again. He slowly dragged his leg against mine. I froze and waited. Then his hand brushed my thigh. It was so light I wouldn’t have felt it unless all my nerve endings were freaking out right now. I squirmed a bit and stared at the presentation packet in front of me. Everyone else turned the page, and I hurried to follow. I had no idea what we were talking about.

The hand came back, and I almost slapped it away. I wrote Stop it! on my notes and slid it so he could read it. I swore I heard him laugh before he used his finger to write NO on my thigh. I could freak out. I could have his ass for harassment, or I could screw with him.

I chose the latter.

I uncrossed my legs and tipped them toward him, sighing just a little bit as I fiddled with the hem of my skirt, inching it upwards just a tiny bit. I was satisfied by a sharp intake of breath from the seat next to me.

Dad wasn’t at this meeting because he was schmoozing a potential client, or else I never would have been this brazen. Everyone else was in “meeting mode” and totally absorbed in the charts and numbers and such.

Then I took the hand that had come back to rest on my thigh and guided it around my leg and in between, and then under my skirt. His fingers twitched and I could feel him wondering what the hell I was doing, even though I couldn’t see him. Once his hand was completely under my skirt, I thought he could figure out what I was asking him to do as I shifted myself closer to his hand and put both hands on the table and stared at the presentation as if my life depended on it.

After only a moment of hesitation, his hand worked its way upward and came in contact with my over-sensitized flesh. Good boy.

His fingers fluttered for a moment on the very inside of my thigh before brushing across my center. I had to fight the sigh that almost escaped my lips. I felt him shift so he could get a better angle and then his fingers danced across me in a staccato pattern that was making things a little wet down there.

Have you ever been fingered during a tedious meeting and had to stop yourself from sighing in pleasure? Yeah, not easy.

The moment it was the hardest was when he moved my panties aside and started stroking my clit and fingering my entrance. I didn’t know he’d take it quite that far, but it was my own fault for having this idea in the first place. As he stroked me toward orgasm, the meeting started getting hazy and I had to bite my lip to stay silent. I kept looking around, but everyone was still engrossed in the charts. Or whatever those were. My eyes couldn’t really focus on them.

It soon became a struggle to keep my hips still as they wanted to thrust toward his hand and I knew that I had to put a stop to this. Against nearly every instinct in my body, I grabbed his hand and removed it slowly from under my skirt and placed it back on his leg. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that he was staring at the presentation.

You’ll finish this later I scribbled on the notepad and slid it toward him. It felt very much like we were passing notes in middle school again. He took the pad and wrote something before moving it back to me.

Where?

Hm, good question. Most of the places here were out of the question, seeing as how anyone could walk it in at any time. Which was kind of sexy, but would prove disastrous. Ah! We had a room that was reserved for overseas calls that was soundproof and locked when it wasn’t in use, and I just happened to have a key. BOOM. This was happening.

Conference room. End of hall. After meeting. I have a key.

There was no reaction that I could see, but his hand caressed my leg and wrote one word. YES. And then he added what I could only interpret as an exclamation point.

I almost laughed and had to swallow it and make it a cough. Finally, the presentation ended and the lights came on. I saw that my notes were a little incriminating, so I scribbled them out and then crumpled them up in my hand. I’d put them through my mega shredder later.

Standing was a little tricky and then there was a hand to help me up.

“Good meeting, wasn’t it, Miss Clarke?” Mr. Blaine said as I met his eyes and blushed.

“Yeah. Very good. Very productive, Mr. Blaine. I’m very pleased with the projections.” Oh God, that sounded dirtier than I meant it. He just grinned at me and gathered up his notes.

“Is there anything else I can do for you?” I almost smacked him in the arm, convinced someone was watching us, or they could at least smell the aura of lust that hung over both of us.

“Why don’t you type up your notes and then send me a copy so we can compare them?” I arched an eyebrow at him and hoped he got my meaning.

“As you wish, Miss Clarke.” And then he bowed. He freaking bowed and I almost laughed out loud as he walked out of the room.

“How is he working out?” A voice said, interrupting my watching of Lucas as he walked away.

I turned to find Hal Marksman standing right beside me. One of the board members was asked to attend all relevant meetings, and it was his turn this week. Of course.

“Very well, Mr. Marksman. He learns fast and retains the information and he has common sense.”

“Good, good.” He nodded and I looked for my escape. “I have a very good feeling about that boy.” Or man, seeing as how he’s an adult.

“Me too. If you’ll excuse me, I’ve been supervising him on a project and we’re nearly finished, and I’d like to get it done today.” I had no idea how I said this with a straight face, but I managed.

“Yes, yes, of course. Carry on.” I seized my moment and scurried away. The hallway down to the locked room was empty, so I made a dash for it. I unlocked the door on the first try and shut it behind me, taking out my phone. I had Mr. Blaine in my contacts in case he ever needed to call me for any reason when we weren’t in the office.

Count to 100 and then knock three times.

Yes, this plan was convoluted, but it was the only way to make it work unless we left the office, and we both had too much stuff to do today.

I waited what felt like hours with my heart pounding and my body still keyed up from earlier. I could probably finish myself, but that was so much less fun.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

I cracked the door open and yanked him in.

“Did anyone see you?” I said as I locked the door behind him.

“No. The hallway was empty.” The room wasn’t big, and it seemed to be getting smaller by the moment. I kept the lights off because I was convinced if we turned them on, someone would see and know that we were in here. Soft light filtered in between the window shades, so it wasn’t completely dark.