In her imagination, she pictured herself lying on the boardroom table tomorrow morning, dressed in a satin robe, which was falling open at the front. Amy was surprised to discover that Preti was there in her fantasy, caressing Amy’s bare breasts, licking her nipples, and turning her on. Adam and Dylan were there too, both gripping their erect cocks, pleasuring themselves at the sight of two women touching each other.
Then Amy was kneeling on the table, with Preti lying below, sucking her clit. Amy arched her back and lifted her hips, sticking her ass in the air and grinding her pelvis. Adam crawled onto the table and knelt up behind her, then he slapped her ass and grabbed her roughly. Dylan watched eagerly as Adam took her strongly from behind, thrusting his glorious cock into her pussy and stimulating her G-spot, as Preti worked on her from below. Amy’s wrist moved the toothbrush harder and faster over her wet clit, and – as the orgasm caught – she came hard, guiding the toothbrush into her pussy, filling her up. The waves of delight rippled over her straining, tense body, and her lips grinned in ecstasy. All worries forgotten. She drifted back to the room and giggled, feeling proud that she’d done this for herself at last. How wonderful to know that she could always hide out in her mind, and enjoy her body whenever she wished. She relished the wonderful warm post-orgasmic glee, but then a wave of sadness surged up and she burst into tears, feeling tonight’s humiliation and confusion resurface, and wishing that Adam was here to hold her tight.
Chapter Sixteen
Amy arrived at Quinlan Brothers HQ half an hour late for the meeting, but she didn’t really give a fuck. As she bounced along the corridor in her heels towards the boardroom, she felt strangely free. She no longer needed to care about impressing Adam and Dylan, which was good, because her head was pounding with a hangover and she reeked of perfume to hide the lingering alcohol smell. But what difference did it make? It didn’t matter if she messed up this whole deal, did it – she was being made redundant in six months, so why should she care? It was liberating.
And, of course, she had some dirt on the Quinlan family that she could blackmail them with herself if she wanted to. It was nice to be in command of them for a change. And Tariq Shard wasn’t the deranged psycho that Adam had made out. He was a man who’d lost his life’s love and his life’s work to these two money-grabbing bastards.
She swanned into the boardroom to find Adam, Dylan, Preti, and Lucy already sitting at the huge walnut table, talking loudly. They plunged into silence as Amy strutted in.
“Good morning,” she said, feeling like a teacher walking in on an unruly class. She stood at the head of the table and dumped down her laptop bag. Remaining standing, she threw Adam a curt glare. “Sorry I’m late.”
Adam looked tired and tense. Good. Hopefully he’d been up all night worrying about her. “Amy, are you feeling better?”
“Yes thank you, Mr Quinlan. Sometimes I get these awful migraines. I think they’re connected to my hormones.”
“Well, it’s good to see you. We’re all very glad you could come.” Adam threw her one of his pyroclastic-flow smiles, but it misfired and withered in the canyon between them.
Amy opened her mouth to begin her ‘you’re all a bunch of bastards’ speech, but Preti jumped in. “I’m sorry to hurry this along, but I’ve got a plane to catch. Ms Carter, we’ve assessed the contracts thoroughly and we’re willing to sign in agreement with your terms. We can send the contracts to Frank Grafton to sign right away. Unless you have anything else you needed to discuss with us?”
Amy fixed her eyes on Adam. “I have nothing more to say. I was only here to ensure that you didn’t intend to change anything in our company, but now I know that’s not true. This whole thing has been a sham.”
Dylan leaned his elbows on the table, making him look insolent. “Ms Carter, you have our word that we won’t–”
“Mr Quinlan, a guarantee of six months is worth nothing to my colleagues.”
“Who said anything about six months?” Lucy asked.
“I think we can drop the pretence,” Amy said. “I know you intend to merely play along for six months, then cut the deadwood – ie, me and my back-office staff. And if Frank decides to sue you for breach of contract, well, I guess you’ll just pay him off. It’s the corrupt way you do things here, isn’t it.”
She shot Adam a glance. He gazed at her with a blank expression. Damn him, he never gave anything away behind those green eyes.
“I do hate corruption and lies, Mr Quinlan,” Amy said. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I believe that concludes our negotiations. I’ll be leaving America tonight and I’ll be happy to put this experience behind me. The only thing I won’t forget is my toothbrush.”
Boisterous laughter burst out of Adam, which surprised Amy. Surely he didn’t know what she meant by the toothbrush reference?
No one else laughed. In fact, they all seemed pretty shocked. Amy relished the powerful feeling that was surging through her.
Dylan frowned. “Ms Carter, you obviously think –”
“I try not to think too much, Mr Quinlan – which is how you like your business associates, isn’t it?” She glanced at Adam. “And your women. It’s my own fault really – I knew you planned to screw me and my company, and for some stupid reason I let you. I’ll see you when you come to London. Goodbye.”
Amy turned on her heel and strode out of the boardroom towards the elevator. Her knees were shaking in the aftershock of speaking so openly and assertively. Shit, had she really just said that cheesy line about him screwing her and her company? She halted at the elevator and pressed the call button with shaking hands, refusing to glance back to see whether anyone was following her. Of course, she was desperate to see Adam. But he’d need to come to her with an apology. There was no way she was going crawling back to him.
Amy heard a commotion coming from the boardroom – Dylan and Adam were shouting at each other like a couple of rutting stags. The shouting stopped, then Adam wheeled around the corner, striding forcefully towards her with a severe expression on his face. The elevator doors swished open. Shit! She braced herself, then stepped forward.
“Amy, wait!”
She halted and let him catch up. The doors closed leaving her feet rooted to the floor. “I really have nothing to discuss with you, Adam.”
“I assume you overheard what Dylan and I were saying about lay-offs last night? I’m so sorry I hurt you, I really am. But it’s nothing personal – it’s just business.”
“It’s no problem. We both know that what happened between us was merely two single people having some fun. No-strings. And that’s fine by me. But now that the contracts are about to be signed, I suggest we revert back to a strictly professional relationship.”
Amy pressed the elevator call button again, and the doors immediately opened. This time she stepped in.
Adam followed. Amy remembered the last time they’d been in an elevator together – going up to her room just before they’d fucked. Exactly the same amount of pounding tension existed between them now. But this time, rather than nervous, Amy felt empowered by anger and triumph.
Adam threw a hand to his hip, making him look like a gunslinger. “I’m not letting you leave like this.”
The doors swished shut and they began their descent to the lobby.
“Are you threatening me, Mr Quinlan?”
“What? No, of course not. Amy, I’m so sorry you found out about the lay-offs like that – but I only found out about them then, too.”
“You accepted it immediately, Adam, with no thought for how it’ll affect me. This is my job, my income… it’s like you don’t give a shit about me. And why would you? I’m nothing but a bit of fun for you.”
“That’s not true – you don’t know what I was thinking during that conversation. My mind was swimming with ways to protect you, babe – I swear.”
Amy refused to look at him. Could he be telling the truth?
“Listen,” he said. “While I am willing to go along with the
lay-offs – because it’s business – you need to know this: as long as you’re with me, as long as you’re mine, I will look after you. I need to protect you – not just physically, but I don’t ever want to see you upset. It’s true, business is business and there will be lay-offs, but you don’t need to worry about anything. Please believe me. I may be a joker at times, but one thing I am is true to my word. If anyone hurts you, I’d kill them. If I hurt you, that’s the worst crime I could commit.”
Amy dragged her eyes from the shiny elevator wall and glared at him. She wanted to slap him; not just because she was furious about last night. But because she could see he was sincere and she wanted to forgive him. She was touched by his words…
The elevator jolted and her anger swerved into passion. She caught sight of his strong, muscular form in the mirror, and she was suddenly struck with a crippling arousal; more than she’d ever felt in her life. She wanted to fuck him; to get back from him what he’d stolen from her – her heart, her mind, her goddamn job. She wanted to use him for sex, like he’d used her. Yes, he’d said ‘no strings’, but this was personal now…
He hadn’t taken his eyes off her. “Would you say something, sweetheart?”
She opened her mouth to tell him she was going back to her hotel to pack her bags, but the elevator ground to a halt at the fifth floor, and the doors swished open. Two suited women strode in and stood in front of Adam, deep in conversation about a business deal.
Amy grabbed her phone from her purse and composed a message. ‘We can’t fuck in the elevator. Come back to my hotel and you can apologise on your knees.’
She dropped her phone back in her purse and smirked cockily, suddenly enjoying the thrill of this game. Adam’s phone bleeped. He read the message, then turned his head and grinned at her. Amy allowed a feeling of power to puff up inside her. Revenge. She was going to get revenge. But how? Tie him up in her hotel room and leave him for the maid to find? Video them together and upload it to the internet? Or perhaps she could just be dominating and assertive with him in bed, as he’d been with her.
I want to fuck you so hard you can’t walk, he’d said to her. I want to possess your mind and body, and make you lose control, he’d said.
Well, Adam Quinlan, it was time to return the favour.
Chapter Seventeen
Back at her hotel room, Amy had barely closed the door before she and Adam started to hungrily kiss each other.
“Amy,” he said between kisses. “I hope you’re not still mad about–”
“Shh!” She kissed him hard and pushed him back towards the bed. “There are much better things you can be doing with your mouth than grovelling pathetic apologies!”
Adam stared at her in shock for a beat, then he came to life. “Oh really? Like this?”
He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her hard, dominating and commanding.
Amy gasped. “Oh, I’m sure you can do better than that, Mr Quinlan.”
She pushed him in the chest and he dropped to a sitting position on the bed.
He stared at her with an impressed grin plastered over his face. “You’re really getting into this, aren’t you?”
Amy suppressed her laughter. “Shut up and kiss me.”
She bent and kissed him hard, then she hitched up her pencil skirt and straddled his thighs. Adam’s hands fell around her ass and he pulled her down. She could feel his rock-hard erection straining in his trousers, and it made her feel powerful. She rubbed herself against him, unbuttoning his shirt and enjoying the feel of his gorgeous strong shoulders and toned arms.
Adam lifted Amy’s shirt above her head – still buttoned – and threw it on the ground, then he removed her bra and made his way down to lick her nipples.
She allowed the pleasure to well up, feeling him possess her, but she quickly reminded herself that she was controlling this. She hopped off him and made a show of stripping off her skirt and panties for his viewing pleasure. Parading around naked, while he was fully-clothed, made her feel powerful and dominating. She could see from his face that he wanted her desperately, but today she was deciding how and when he could have her.
She strutted back to the bed and stood between his thighs, flaunting her bare body in his face. Adam shot her a devilish grin, then reached out and wrapped his arms around her ass, licking her abdomen and making his way down towards her clit.
“Jesus, you’re so hot,” he said. He pulled her strongly towards himself, burying his face between her thighs and gently licking her sensitive pleasure zone. She instinctively ground her hips, controlling the pace and pressure from her standing position. Adam’s gorgeous fingers ran up her thigh and delved into her wet pussy. She grabbed a handful of his hair and slowly pulled his head back, then she smirked down at him.
“You’re an asshole,” she said. “And I need to get my revenge.”
He leaned back on his hands. “Come on then. I deserve everything I get.”
Amy chuckled, allowing the dominating act to slip away, then she reached down and fished his straining cock out of his undone trousers, revealing an erection that was hungry for her. His cock looked powerful as it protruded eagerly from his casually unzipped trousers, and Amy suddenly wanted to suck it and play with it, so she gripped him in her hand and massaged slowly. Adam’s cool expression flickered and he grinned, then scrunched up his eyes – unable to hide the effect she was having on him. Feeling confident, Amy threw Adam a sensuous glance, before bending at the hips to swirl her tongue around the tip of his cock. Adam couldn’t look away from her – he seemed mesmerised. She maintained the smouldering eye contact as she took his hard-on between her lips and sucked eagerly, making horny little noises, and enjoying the thrill.
She eased his erection out of her mouth, and flashed him a grin. She remembered that there’d been more than one condom in Adam’s wallet last night, so she reached around to delve in his back pocket. He watched her with a playful smirk, clearly enjoying this new assertive empowered version of her.
Amy unwrapped the condom and rolled it down over his glorious firm cock, standing in front of him with her tits in his face as she bent. Adam reached around and played with her pussy absent-mindedly, keeping her wet, then – when the condom was done – he plunged two fingers deep inside her and started to stimulate her G-spot while licking her tits to enhance the pleasure.
“Fuck time,” she said, with a sly smirk.
Amy pulled away and lifted her leg to straddle him as if she was climbing on a motorcycle. And what a ride this was going to be! He held his cock upright as she slowly lowered herself over him, relishing the feel of him inside her. He filled her up perfectly; they fitted together, hand in glove.
His strong fingers fell around her ass, squeezing her buttocks tight. “I love your pussy. You’re so tight – so perfect.”
The compliment rushed up through Amy’s thighs and pounded hard into her clit. She kissed him, then he used his forceful hands to rock her hips back and forth into a sensual rhythm. She draped her arms over his broad shoulders and bit his neck, pushing herself further against him as he moved her back and forth – harder and harder, faster and faster. The thrill of fucking him while they were technically enemies filled her with mischievous delight, enhancing the joy of pounding her body against his, into a wild frenzy.
Adam ran his fingers through her long hair and grabbed a handful. “You’re a very naughty girl, seducing me like this. You need to be spanked!”
Amy’s lust caught in her throat as Adam pulled back his firm hand and spanked her possessively on the hip. The spank pushed Amy over the edge, and her body was suddenly engulfed in ecstasy. The joyous feeling overwhelmed her and she lost the sense that she and Adam were separate people. The glory was theirs. Adam’s cock was hers for her own pleasure. She groaned loudly and clenched her legs around him, realising he was coming too, deep inside her, but she couldn’t focus because her own joy was all-consuming. She vaguely sensed that she was grinning wildly back down there in real
ity, but suddenly she didn’t care about anything, other than the ecstasy that possessed every cell in her body.
Adam possessed every cell in her body.
What? No!
Amy shook away these worrying thoughts and allowed the powerful bliss to dwindle. Her glorious soaring feeling was gently replaced with a strong sense of contented security. She opened her eyes and saw Adam gazing at her in awe.
He kissed her tenderly on the nose. “You’re beautiful when you come.”
Amy couldn’t stave off her giggles – it wasn’t funny, but she felt so free and alive. Adam laughed too, and hugged her tightly. They stayed there, glowing in their post-orgasmic bubble, wrapped in each other’s sweaty arms, until Amy dismounted. Adam kissed her and laid down on the bed, so she snuggled into his arms. The fabulous feeling inside her dipped as she realised what sort of conversation they now needed to have – about her job, Adam’s betrayal, Tariq Shard, Quinlan Senior… Ivan’s gay S&M sessions…
Adam’s voice pulled her out of her thoughts. “Amy, I don’t know what kind of black magic you’ve put on me, sweetheart, but I don’t want you to go back to London.”
Amy rested her cheek on his toned pec. This was wonderful news, but she refused to trust him. Not yet. “What does that mean exactly?”
“It means I can’t stop thinking about you. I want to be with you. I want you to belong to me.”
“Belong to you?”
“The thought of any other man touching you makes me so pissed. I’ve never been like this. Possessive. But I want you for myself. I want us to only have each other.”
“Adam, I really like you too. But…”
“I know – I’m sorry about the contracts; the lay-offs. But as I said, I won’t let anything happen to you – I have this overwhelming need to protect you.”
“Do you?”
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