What a fucking waste of time!
That meeting wasn’t about the boys taking on more responsibility. Julian and the others may have tried to present it in that way, but they were giving the guys crumbs, nothing more than what you might get a work placement student to do. Fucking joke.
And any suggestion I made was shot down straight away, and I was treated like the silly, little woman who didn’t know how the big men ran things. Fucking cockwombling knobheads.
It was interesting the way Mr Black sat back and took it all in, then made a few suggestions that I could see Julian didn’t want to consider but had to because they were the best thing for the business. Like expanding the software development arm of the company by looking at recent graduates from top Ivy League colleges.
He also put forward a proposal that Black Knight Corp start to use a company based in the city of London called Cavendish Brothers’ Investments as our wealth managers, taking over how we invest our profits. It’s run by two brothers, one of whom is the Marquis of Bath no less, and apparently, since they took it over from their parents several years ago, the company has made billions for its clients across the globe.
I could tell that Julian hated taking anyone else’s suggestions on board, but the gleam in his eyes when Mr Black talked about the money to be made told me that he did take the recommendation seriously. When we all voted, it was a unanimous affirmative in favour of hiring the brothers.
The meeting dragged on after that, and most of what they were saying went completely over my head. I’m just not used to business speak, and I fucking hated feeling so stupid and lost. I had to keep suppressing yawns by the time it came to a close, and I barely managed to hold back a sigh of relief when all business was concluded and we were finally allowed to go.
Ash kept me close the whole way back to the car, Mr Black giving us a warm goodbye before stepping into his own waiting vehicle. I wondered about him, having a very vague recollection of Mum talking about her biggest fan. She never seemed to think he was a sleeze like some of the others could be. In fact, I do remember that he would scare off anyone who made her even the slightest bit uncomfortable when she was performing.
I’m too tired to ponder much more as we drive back, and soon am lulled to sleep, resting against Ash’s chest with Loki on my other side as the guys talk quietly. I wake up when we arrive back at Highgate, the sun casting the old building in a beautiful, mid-afternoon glow.
“I need a shower,” I declare, my muscles aching a little after the long drive and needing to wash off Julian’s lecherous gaze. Leaving the boys to do whatever they feel like, I make my way to the bathroom and strip off the blouse and stretchy, cotton jersey, navy skirt I’d worn in a bid to look professional. I fucking hated it, the lack of colour and boring maternity clothes making me feel frumpy and unlike myself.
I leave them in a disgusted pile on the tiles, stepping into the shower, and groaning at the wonderful heat of the water cascading down my body. Looking down, I sigh as I find that my toes are completely obscured by my rounded stomach. My baby gives a little ‘fuck you, bitch’ kick, and I huff out a laugh.
“Sassy womb monster,” I murmur, reaching for the shower gel and deciding to use Kai’s fresh, woodsy-scented one today.
Collide by Justine Skye and Tyga starts to play over the bluetooth speakers, and my body begins to move to the sensual beat as I soap myself up, turning when I hear the snick of the bathroom door.
Giving my dark Knight a sultry smirk through the glass door of the shower and needing to feel sexy and see the heat in his grey eyes, I continue to rub my hands up and down my soap-slicked body as I move, revelling in the way his eyes stare at me hungrily.
I dance facing him before stepping back into the running water, and letting it cascade over my body and tease my peaked nipples. My smile grows wide as I watch him snap, striding up to the shower and stepping in fully clothed in sweats and a T-shirt.
“Do you know how fucking hard I was when I walked into that meeting earlier, Princess?” he drawls, voice low and like another sensation caressing my now sensitised skin.
“Oh really?” I reply, giving him wide, innocent eyes as I continue to move to the beat. He stares at me, water soaking through his shirt and letting me see all of his inked up muscles, my breath catching at his masculine beauty. He doesn’t speak, just waits, staring at me with a ravenous hunger and building the tension until I feel like I might break this time.
With a movement that I should have seen coming but didn’t, my back is hitting the shower wall and Ash is dropping to his knees in front of me, gazing up at me, his black hair plastered to his stunning face.
“I’m going to make you as hot as you made me,” he whispers, moving his face closer to my aching pussy. His fingers skirt up my thighs, both hands grasping my hips, and he huffs a breath against my wet folds. “As desperate for my cock inside you as I was to fill up this delicious cunt when you claimed me as yours in front of that secretary.” I groan at his dirty talk, knowing that he will make good on his promise and I’ll be a wreck by the time he’s through.
Using my hips, he guides me towards the other end of the cubicle, still on his knees as we move away from the spray.
“Turn around, hands on the bench,” he orders, and I do as he says, placing my palms flat on the marble bench seat, excitement making my skin itch. “Fucking perfect.”
Without another word, I feel his tongue lapping my slit from clit to opening, and I groan loud and low, my fingers flexing on the smooth surface of the marble.
“Ash,” I breathe out, the expert movements of his tongue causing flutters in my lower belly and sparks to fly across my skin.
He destroys me with his tongue, and I go fucking wild when he starts to circle my puckered hole with it, pushing two fingers into my wet heat as he laps at my tight hole. He works me into a frenzy, his fingers and tongue obliterating me until my limbs shake and I can barely hold myself up.
“Come for me, Princess,” he demands, reaching round and pinching my clit with his other hand so fucking hard I combust, screaming my release as I break apart. The noise of the shower becomes dull as I go blind and deaf all at once with the strength of my climax, my body convulsing around his still pumping fingers.
He gives me no break, and the next thing I know, he’s pushing his hard pierced cock inside my still pulsing cunt, his fingers gripping my hips in a firm hold as he fights against my clamping inner walls.
“Fucking hell, Princess,” he grits out, his voice tight and strained. I almost come again from the sound, knowing how much I affect him is the strongest aphrodisiac.
He starts bucking his hips hard and fast, just how I love it, and I’m soon tumbling towards a second orgasm, my pussy walls vice-like around him. Heat suffuses my limbs, and I have just enough brain cells left to squeeze my inner walls tighter.
“Come with me, husband,” I demand, and he groans his sexy as fuck sound that shivers down my spine and pushes me closer towards bliss.
Thrusting hard once, twice, and a third and final time, he comes with a roar, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise, the bite of pain making me see sunshine and fucking rainbows as I scream for him. My whole body lights up like I’m the personification of electricity, my limbs twitching with the strength of my orgasm.
He pauses, buried deep inside me as we stay there and just breathe, the shower still running and steam filling the bathroom as we soak in each other.
Without pulling out, he bends over me and kisses my spine, wrapping his arms around me and standing us up so that my back is to his chest. I whimper when he slips out, and he chuckles in a self-satisfied, manly way.
“Don’t worry, wife,” he rumbles in my ear as he walks us backwards under the spray of the still hot shower. “After we wash, I’ll get you all dirty again,” he tells me, letting go with one hand as the other reaches for the soap, his this time, and brings it in front of us to squeeze a dollop into his other hand. “And again,” he murmurs as he soaps up my breasts. “And again.” My rounded stomach gets attention this time. “And again.” His hand dips between my legs, and I can already feel the need burning in my core.
Jesus, sex addict much?
I mean, can you really blame a girl when she’s surrounded by four, hot as fuck guys who all want to fill her up with their cocks?
