I may be regretting my choice to tease and mess with Wyatt. He is up to something. He insisted I didn’t need to attend his first two meetings, but now he has suddenly changed his mind. I am suspicious. He has his reason for telling me to join. Surely, he won’t do anything while he is in a meeting. He wouldn’t risk that, would he? I am nervous as I make the drinks. I should have known there would be consequences. I finish up with the drinks, put them on a tray, and head back to the conference room. They are chatting amongst themselves. I give the drinks out before I take my seat next to Wyatt.

He reaches into my ear. “I am going to make you regret teasing me,” he warns and squeezes my thigh.

I bite hard on my lip to stop from moaning loudly. I should have known! He chuckles and focuses on his meeting. I cross my legs, hoping it would help him get to between my thighs. He is going to torture me for the next hour.

I get my notepad and pen ready to take notes for me to type up later. I don’t know if he needs them, but I will do it just in case, and it will be a good distraction for me. I keep myself together and work. Wyatt was discussing business, seeming focused solely on that. Maybe he has changed his mind and won’t do as he threatened.

I listen carefully, but as soon as his warm hand falls on my thigh, I soon realize he hasn’t changed his mind at all. He gently massages my thigh, acting like he isn’t touching me under the table. I am so glad no one can see him. I swat his hand away, but it doesn’t seem to matter because a second later, he places it on my thigh again. Only, this time, he pushes my legs apart, his fingers caressing my inner thighs. The heat rises instantly, and my pussy throbs.

Keep it together, Alyssa! You can get through this!

He slips his hand under my dress, his fingers dancing over my clit and down my folds. I shift in my seat. He needs to stop! I see him smirking out of the corner of my eye. He is loving every second of it. How far is he willing to go? My question is answered when he slips a finger inside of me. Oh God! I grip tightly onto my pen with one hand and the edge of the table with the other.

He adds a second one. They aren’t deep, but enough to drive me crazy. He curls his fingers and gently strokes my sensitive flesh. It is so hard not to cry out. It takes everything in me not to rock my hips against his fingers. He works them in and out of me at a slow speed.

I am getting wetter with every second. I bite even harder on my lip, and I am sure it will start bleeding with the force. How can he act so nonchalantly when we are in a room with other people? The man has no shame. His thumb rubs against my clit.

I try to cross my legs over, but he is quick to stop me from doing that. He continues, and it doesn’t take long for my orgasm to start approaching. I clench around him, and the second I do, he pulls back and moves his hand away from me entirely.

He puts his fingers to his lips and subtly licks them, tasting me on them. He turns to look at me and licks his lips. I swallow hard and glare at him. He smirks and turns his attention back to his meeting.

I cross my legs, trying to stop the throbbing between them, but it doesn’t seem to be working. The least he could have done is finish me off! Asshole! He gets too much of a kick out of edging me.