16. Drake

One month later

CiCi strides through my frosted office doors of Vanguard Enterprises wearing her tight, high-waisted pencil skirt, and flowy white blouse neatly tucked into her skirt.

“You needed me, sir?” She grins as the door swings closed behind her.

Clearing my throat, I smirk as I rise from my desk. “Yes, Miss Bianchi. I wanted to see how you were adjusting to your new position.”

As she approaches me, her smile grows wider and her green eyes are twinkling. She runs her hands up the folds of my jacket.

“Hmm…I’m adjusting quite well. I appreciate your concern,” she whispers in my ear.

With a satisfied growl, I gently guide her backwards to the beige couch in my office, urging her to sit down.

“I thoroughly enjoy these daily lunch visits,” I whisper. “Lie back, beautiful. I’m hungry.”

She lays back on the soft couch and I hike her skirt up past her waist. I unbutton her white blouse, spreading it open, revealing her white lacy bra and already flushed skin.

“Spread your legs for me.”

She opens her legs wide for me, allowing me to kneel between them. Paying attention to her matching lace panties, I slide the fabric to the side and glide my fingers along her already slick entrance.

My cock is rock hard looking at her as she writhes against my hands, urging me to keep going. Her silky black hair is splayed across the back of the couch.

I lean over and gently run my lips against her inner thigh, whispering, “My beautiful assistant listens so well.”

She giggles in between her delicate moans, “I’m going to have to file a complaint with HR, I think. My new boss is SO demanding.”

I spread one hand across her lower stomach, sliding two fingers inside her. “Is he? Does he not reward you enough?”

I nip the inside of her thigh and graze the stubble of my jaw against her silky skin, curling my fingers up as I thrust them, brushing against the delicate spot that sends her reeling.

“I’ll have to speak with him.”

Arching her back off the couch, she grinds her hips into my hands. “Yes! Right there, Drake. Please!”

“It’s Mr. Reign right now, beautiful,” I whisper.

Just as I feel her muscles tighten against my fingers, I pull them from her.

She looks up at me, feigning a stern expression. “Well, Mr. Reign, you have two seconds to get your cock inside me right now.”

Rising from my knees, I stand over her. “Turn around, hands on the back of the couch.”

She rolls her eyes and teases, “See what I mean? Sooo bossy.” She giggles as she kneels on the couch cushions, sticking her ass out and waiting for me.

Freeing myself from my suit pants, I position my cock at her warm entrance. Leaning over, I slide the swollen tip inside her just enough to give her that full feeling she craves.

She gasps as one of my hands grips her hips, and the other grabs a fistful of her hair. With a deep groan that rumbles within my chest, I bury the rest of my cock inside of her.

“Fuck! Yes!” She moves her hips in time with mine, meeting my thrusts. The sound of our slick skin slapping together echoes against the frosted glass walls of my office.

“I love fucking this tight cunt. Tell me what I like to hear, baby,” I whisper as I pull her by her hair to my chest.

Between her broken moans and ragged breathing, she finds the energy to give me what I want, opening those pretty lips to beg for me. “I’m yours. Please, Drake!”

The walls of her pussy squeeze my cock as I feel her falling off the edge into her own ecstasy.

“That’s my good fucking girl,” I growl as I swell inside of her, chasing her orgasm with mine. “I love when you beg for me.” With one last thrust, I spill my release inside of her as a feral moan escapes my lips.

Pulling from her gently, I wrap my arms around her hips and pull her onto the couch with me.

She giggles as she nuzzles her face into my neck, “You know if I go back out there to my desk, everyone is going to know you just made me come.”

“And that’s a problem, how?” I say, kissing the top of her head. “At least then that fucker in accounting will stop undressing you with his eyes.”

She laughs as she looks up at me. “Drake Reign, I love how territorial you are.” She holds out her left hand, the sunlight from the window reflecting off the diamond ring I gave her. “I think this rock on my hand deters him just fine.”

“You can not have my last name fast enough.” I mumble.

“Mrs. Reign. I like it.” She snuggles into me.

“Forever and always, baby.”