I sat across from him with my knees together and his c*m locked inside me.
The plug shifted every time I breathed. Four men in suits took the chairs along the glass, talking margins, a waterfront bid, something Callum’s new firm wanted a piece of. None of them looked at me longer than a polite second. Roman had introduced me as a consultant. The coat stayed belted. Under it I was bare, bitten, and so full I had to focus on a point past his shoulder or I would have made a sound.
He didn’t look at me either. That was worse. He spoke in the same low voice he had used when he told me to clench, and every time he said the word hold I felt it.
My phone buzzed in the coat pocket against my thigh. I didn’t take it out. I already knew the name.
Halfway through the meeting Roman stood, came arou
