Chapter 20

I try to keep my mind on the job, but how can I when my princess is sitting in front of me with a sheer blouse — one I can see her pebbled nipples through — and those slacks that hug her perfect little arse. It makes me want to lock my door and fuck her over my desk. And maybe I will if she keeps looking at me like that.

"I plan on making a dent so big, you'll have no choice but to go to pound town."

"Please never use that phrase again."

"Why not? Clearly, you've no idea that I once entered a shopping competition where I had to load a trolley full of shit in less than a minute in K-Mart. Whoever had the most value in their trolley, won the lot."

"Let me guess, you won?"

She beams proudly. "Electrical," she tells me. "You've gotta get those big ticket items. Though I ended up with more scented candles than I know what to do with."

This woman is a complete nutcase. And I find myself loving listening to her speak about any given subject, even if it is about filling up a trolley on K-Mart.

"Seems I've got a new personal shopper on my hands, should the occasion arise."

Her eyes dip down my body. "I certainly hope it arises." She bites down on her lip.

Focus!

I slide the manilla folder over to her. "Here's the paperwork my attorney sent over along with your bank information which I'll need asap. Read through it thoroughly, Charlize. We can discuss it later over dinner. I have meetings all day so I won't be home until eight. Dom was making fresh cottage pie today."

She takes the folder and doesn't even open it. "I know. I smelled it when I got up. Do you know he made that for the Queen?"

"He'll tell anyone who'll listen," I chuckle. Then I stop myself. Chuckling isn't what I do, and not at work. Sure, me and Jerard might share a joke every now and again, but we've been working together for years.

I watch as she parts those pretty lips and glances around my office. She does this from time to time; avoids my gaze when she's nervous or wants to say something but won't.

I don't want her to hide from me.

"Spit it out," I say.

"It's just… I'll have to go home and grab some more of my things; that's if I'm staying again tonight."

I stare at her. "Do you want to stay tonight?"

"If it's in your bed, then yes."

My dick just about doubles in size. Fuck me.

"And if I ask you to sleep in your own room, Charlize?"

"Then I will obey, Mr. Devereaux. Sleeping is overrated anyway."

I hold my laughter. I can't have her thinking I'm some good guy who only has her best interests at heart. While I do in most parts, I still want her to ride my face. I may never get enough of it.

"Come here," I demand.

Her lips part. She doesn't move.

I give her a stern look. "Now."

She scrambles to her feet, and it's then I realise she's not exactly made for such high heels. The fact she wore them to impress me, makes me want her all the more.

I push my chair backward so she can slide in front of me, her butt resting on the edge of my desk.

"Tell me what you look like in this outfit."

She stares down at me as I try to keep my focus on her face. "Your naughty little secretary?"

I press my lips together. "Try again."

"Your dirty little secret?"

"I think you can do better."

She thinks for a second, then she smiles. "Daddy's dirty little whore who's begging you to take me."

Holy fuck. That I did not expect.

I try to keep my voice even. "That's right. Daddy's dirty little whore. Undo your blouse."

She fumbles with the buttons but it delights me how she does exactly what I say, when I say. I don't mind a little push back, but this is glorious to witness.

"You know I can see your nipples through that blouse."

She frowns. "I'm wearing a bra." She spreads her blouse wide to show me.

"Come closer."

She does and I reach up and yank one side of her bra down. Her perfect tit popping out right in front of my face. I cup it and suck her nipple into my mouth and she groans.

"Shh," I tell her. "It won't do you any good to let my staff hear you, will it Princess?"

Her hands reach into my hair. "No, Daddy."

"Do you know how hard you make Daddy's cock?" I suck, nip and lave her nipple until she's squirming in my arms. But I'm not going to give her relief right now. She's going to have to earn it.

"Let me feel."

I spread my legs and her hand dips between them to feel my swollen cock. I suck her nipple harder, trying to get more of her breast in my mouth as I knead and play with the other one. I'm annoyed and frustrated with my conversation with Timothy about fuckface Jeremy. This is what I do when I'm stressed.

"Oh, God," she groans. "You're so hard. Please let me take care of you."

"Not here."

She looks down at me. "Why not?"

"Because I have a meeting in five minutes."

She squeezes my cock. "Cancel it."

"I wish I could."

"Just a little taste?"

"Charlize."

"You know you sound like a big grump when you don't let me do what I want?"

"A big grump?"

"Yes. A boring one at that." She starts to undo my belt when my intercom buzzes.

"Mr. Devereaux, I have Linus Malcolm on line one for the teleconference."

I suppress a groan. Leaning forward I press the button. "Thank you, Lisa." I have a good mind to fucking cancel. It's my own fault. I shouldn't have done this.

I take one long, last suck and lick of her nipple and reluctantly pull her bra back up.

"Alistair?" She does not sound happy. "You can't just leave me like this."

"I have to." I run a hand over my face. "It's an important call."

She flounces off my lap. "Fine."

I frown, adjusting my cock as I watch her do the buttons to her blouse back up.

"The car will take you wherever you need to go, including your flat. I expect you back at my place by six."

"Yes, sir." She salutes.

I give her a withering look as she giggles. "Buy some new underwear and sleepwear. Something sexy."

She turns, her eyes heated. "You like satin and silk, right?"

"I like anything as long as it hugs your body."

Her lips part. "I'll see what I can do." She blows me a kiss and is out the door before I can say anything else.

Fuck.

I'm so rock hard. I should never have brought her here.

I take a much needed gulp of water and click on my computer screen. It springs to life as I connect to the meeting.

"Good morning, Alistair!" Linus says in his strong, Irish accent.

"Good morning, Linus. How's things?"

He starts to rattle off about the family when my door opens. Charlize appears. She points to the desk and I see she's left the manilla folder. I slide it towards her as Linus keeps yabbering.

"… So I brought Kelly and her associate Tristan…we might run some figures through… do some brainstorming…"

"Sounds good…" My eyes widen as I see Charlize drop to her knees and she crawls under the desk towards me. Holy fuck, what is she doing?

I glance down as she appears at my feet, out of view for my colleagues on the screen.

"… if you see the spreadsheet Kelly put together it'll show that growth was steady throughout South-East Asia…"

I gulp. "I'll open the spreadsheet now." She runs a hand between my legs and I hiss. "Be right back." I mute the screen and stare down at her. "What the fuck are you doing?" She's managed to undo her blouse and when her eyes meet mine she yanks it open and her tits stare at me.

"I have needs too, Mr. Devereaux. And if those needs can't be met, then what kind of sugar daddy are you going to make?"

I swallow hard. I lose all self control as I guide my chair back.

"I need to take this call. I'll keep them on speaker, so don't make a sound, you hear me?"

She nods.

"They won't be able to see either of us. I'll keep the microphone and camera muted."

"Oh, God, this is so hot."

She unbuckles me and I growl when she brushes my cock with her fingers, lowering my zipper. I lift myself up while she tugs my pants and boxers down to my knees and she gasps when she sees what she's done to me.

I lift her chin. "What are you, Princess?"

She smiles at me. "Daddy's little slut."

I grin. "Good girl. Now suck my cock while I finish this million dollar meeting."

I lean over and press the unmute button. "Looks good from where I'm sitting. Can you send over the report I asked for, that way I can take a long hard look at the contraindications and make a decision from there."

"Certainly, sir," Kelly says.

Charlize slides her tongue down my dick and I grip her hair tight. I can't watch her. If I do, I'll come in two seconds and I want this to last. I've never done anything like this in my life, and she's right; it is so fucking hot. Her hot little mouth works my cock nice and slow. My balls feel heavy as one hand grips them gently. I close my eyes, unable to take the sound of her sucking my cock like a greedy little girl.

Then when she takes me into her mouth I mute again, including my camera.

"That's a good fucking little girl," I tell her. "Look at me, my darling. Look at Daddy while you please him."

She casts her eyes up to me and I'm lost in their depths. Her eyes are just like the ocean. I could get lost in them if I let myself.

I start to move her down farther, taking me so far I hit the back of her throat. I groan.

She pumps me with her hand while she bobs up and down and I open the email with the report.

Unmuting again, I say, "Thank you. I'll look that through over lunch. So far, everything stacks up."

"That's wonderful news." Linus sounds delighted. "I'm sure everything you need will be there, Alistair…." He starts babbling again and I tune out.

I turn my camera off and look at my girl, her eyes on mine as she sucks my fat cock up and down.

"I agree," I say, and I know my voice is starting to sound strained. "It is looking very favourable. I'll have my attorney check everything over by the morning."

I start to thrust, hitting her throat as she gags. I mute again.

"Fucking little cocksucker," I grunt. "I'm going to come down your throat now, Charlize. Take Daddy's cum like a good girl."

She opens wide and I thrust once more until I'm coming all over her tongue and mouth. Her eyes water as I relentlessly pummel her mouth, straining to not cry out.

When I'm done, I keep my dick in her mouth, run my hands through my hair and press unmute on the mic and the camera. "I have to cut the meeting short," I tell the panel. "But I'm certainly optimistic there is a deal here."

"That's wonderful. We'll be in touch tomorrow. Thank you for your time, Mr. Devereaux."

"Yes, you too." I cut the call off quickly and stare down at my naughty little minx.

She's gasping.

I slowly slide out of her. "Do you think you can just come in here and do that to me while I fuck up important deals?"

She wipes her lips with her pointer finger, licking and sucking it. "Didn't sound like you fucked it up — they loved you."

I yank her to her feet and bring her breasts to my face. I hold her bra down while I suck on the other breast I didn't pay attention to earlier. I cup and nip her hard and she climbs onto my lap, her head thrown back.

"What are you doing to me?" I growl.

"That was so hot," she whispers. "Fuck me, Mr. Devereaux. Please. I'm begging you to give me what I want."

Our eyes meet and I pull her face to mine. Without thinking, I take her mouth.

This woman is proving to be quite the handful, but fuck me if my entire body doesn't love every second of it.