I sat through the entire meeting with my panties soaked and my cunt still pulsing.

Rhys didn’t look at me once.

He conducted the discussion like nothing had happened—calm, sharp, completely in control—while I crossed and uncrossed my legs under the glass table, trying to ease the empty ache he’d left behind. Every shift made the wet lace drag over my oversensitive clit. I could still feel the phantom stretch of his fingers. I could still taste the way I’d bitten his neck to stay quiet.

The three executives had no idea their new majority shareholder had just finger-fucked me to a silent orgasm two minutes before they walked in....