Grace (The ‘Hello’ series)

19. Chapter 19

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A t work the next day, I feel… overwhelmed. Just seeing Daniel, let alone working in his office, has me on pins and needles constantly. I don’t know what to expect or how to balance focusing on work when any whiff of his cologne or any low sound he makes instantly snares my attention.

“We have a meeting, Grace. Didn’t you see the message?” he asks from behind me, making me jump.

I glance at the reminder that’s in the corner of the screen. I nod once. “Right.”

Daniel leans down further. “You’re so good at noticing things on computers, I didn’t think I’d have to remind you.”

The tease in his tone reminds me of the porn he watches on his computer. Even though I know he’s being playful, I feel bad for not being as focused as I’m supposed to be. I know that I’m fooling around with my boss, but I still have to be a good employee.

“Right, right,” I breathe.

“Are you distracted today?” Daniel asks.

“I’m okay, Mr. Brooks. I promise I won’t miss anything in the meeting,” I assure with the best smile I can manage.

He looks me over slowly, drinking in my loose-fitting dress. I used a belt to try to make it trendier, but I don’t want anyone to say that I’m not professional. What Daniel and I do when the blinds are closed is our secret. I don’t want Melissa talking about things. I don’t want Sebastian causing trouble and…

I shake my head of the unwelcome reminder and report to the conference room. Daniel and I sit at a table in the back. I notice that there’s a panel on the front so no one can see above our ankles.

An uneasy breath leaves me as I think about what we could get away with. Maybe I could actually please him rather than just accepting his attention. It feels off balance. I lick over my bottom lip as I set up with my notes.

“So, with our partners in Europe, we’ve made some changes to the currencies we accept. It’s taken some additional coding, so the app is bigger to accommodate that,” the man up front says.

I make a note wondering about the security of the bank and cards that are used through the system. When the man up front pauses for questions, Daniel asks about the security. I glance up at him, and he checks it off on my slip of paper.

Of course, while the guy goes into a long, drawn out explanation, Daniel grits his teeth. “We’ve been over this. Explain it simply or you’re outing that you don’t understand it.”

At the same time, his fingers tease my knee. He pulls my knee toward his, and every thought in my head flees. There’s only his fingers sliding further up my thigh. I could close my legs. I could write ‘no’ on my paper. I should. This meeting is important. We’ve been going over this app for weeks to make it perfect, and I’m sure it will have to be presented soon.

Plus, Daniel and I had fun yesterday. We even had fun last night, so why—

I nearly moan when his pinky brushes my underwear, tracing my slit through my panties over and over. The fact that there are other people in here, that they could look over any time…

Daniel taps my inner thigh. I’m sure he’s asking me to spread my legs, but I’m torn. If we’re always distracted…

His pinky presses harder, right over my clit, and I rub my hand over my lips. I’m worried I’m going to be too loud if he keeps this up.

Push your boundaries. Be the person you want to be. Enjoy what you can.

Ashley’s words fill my head until I slowly spread my legs wider. It’s dangerous, but I don’t want to let go of this need for him, this hunger for a touch I never had.

Daniel always makes it my choice too. He wants me eager and ready for him, waits for me to agree to whatever we do before pushing me too far.

I like it. I like him.

His fingers slip into my panties, and he gently strokes me, rubbing my clit in circles rather than like I did last night. He’s still holding out on me. I shudder, my cheeks burning as I try to keep taking notes, but I might as well be listening to a broken radio broadcast because I catch every third word.

“Two factor… verification… bank info… various checks… third party…”

The words mean nothing, not when Daniel keeps teasing me with light touches that could be so much more. My pussy aches, craving his fingers, the pleasure that Daniel alone seems to make me feel.

But it’s not fair that I’m the only one who gets to feel this, right?

He changes how he’s touching me, his entire hand in my panties. He dips one finger into my pussy, and I bite the tip of my pen, trying to control myself. I don’t want to give away our game.

Push your limits , Ashley’s voice echoes again. And Daniel likes when I try new things, when I’m a good girl. I can’t imagine anything being better than touching him. I slip my left hand under the table, and Daniel pauses.

“What issues are you still having with the program? Any lagging, issues with the program closing, ads not loading?” Daniel asks.

Once the presenter starts talking again, I touch his thigh. Tension ripples under my touch as I glide up. He freezes as my fingers graze across his erection. I don’t know how he’s comfortable when his pants are so tight over his cock. His eyes flick to me, but his fingers haven’t moved and I’m worried I’ve overstepped.

Maybe he doesn’t actually want me to touch him. Maybe that’s a boundary we have to talk about. I blink up at him, my cheeks burning, but then his cock twitches under my palm. I take a sharp breath and stroke him again and again, slowly and lazily, even as he works a second finger into me.

His fingers still as he talks with the others, discussing how to address the issues, talking about how important it is that we finish this within the week because he’ll be presenting to investors who don’t care about fancy wording or hopeful commentary.

He keeps discussing with the others, his fingers buried in me, unmoving as he struggles to keep his voice even. I want to explore him the right way, but I don’t want to mess up his conversation. I know it’s important.

After another few comments, he nods. “Very well. I’ll sign the paperwork. We’ll be partners on this app. Please send the paperwork.”

Others get up, and I start to pull my hand away, but he catches it and holds it in place. I write a few notes, trying not to let anyone get distracted by my red face or where my hand is.

After a second, Daniel’s tablet buzzes and he hands it to me. “Look this over and make sure the fine print is proper. Anywhere you’re concerned, underline it.”

“Mr. Brooks, with all due respect, she’s your assistant and you—”

“If Miss Thomas doesn’t understand something, then it’s clear it needs to be reviewed. Assistants are selected because they see things in a different way, ensuring that nothing important is overlooked,” Mr. Brooks says sharply, his harsh tone raking through my body.

I look it over and underline three things before handing it to him. He curls his fingers inside me, pumping them in and out, again and again, as he signs and returns it to the man. “Leave us to discuss the future. Make sure everything is ready.”

The man nods and hurries off none the wiser. I can’t believe he didn’t say anything about where our hands are. Again, I draw my hand back, assuming we’re done in here.

“What are you doing?” he asks, his voice clear of any emotion.

My mouth opens and closes. I clear my throat. “Mr. Brooks, I think we should go back to the office. Now that you’ve signed the paperwork, we have more to do… right?”

He looks over the empty room and turns my chin so I can see that the windows are fully frosted, like they always are. Which means no one can see us. I shudder as his fingers curl against that pleasure point inside me again.

“Daniel,” I rasp.

He growls and pulls me onto his lap, his fingers even deeper inside me as his thumb strokes over my clit.

“You’re a very good girl. Able to take my fingers, tease me. I don’t know how you do it, Grace,” he praises while cupping my cheek.

“I… I don’t know,” I whisper.

“Either way, you deserve a thorough reward,” he purrs against my ear. “And you want it, don’t you? That’s why you’re all wet for me.”

My breath comes out shaky. “Yes, sir,” I pant, unable to deny it when he can obviously feel what he does to me. His fingers move inside me again, and I moan. “Daniel, please.”

“I thought you satisfied yourself last night,” he presses, his fingers continuing to tease me.

My lips part, and I hide my face in his neck. “Your fingers are better, so much better. Please, please.”

“You don’t have to beg to come, Grace. I want you to ride my fingers until you come. Show me how badly you want me,” he rumbles in my ear, adjusting me so if I didn’t know better, I’d think I was riding his cock, not just his fingers.

I slowly roll my hips, and he nods. “Good girl. Do you want to kiss me to keep yourself quiet?”

With a weak nod, I pull my face from his neck and kiss him. Daniel kisses me back hungrily. He uses his free hand to guide me. I roll my hips, bounce slightly as I take his fingers the way I need, exploring every move until I find exactly what works for me.

Daniel groans against my lips. He parts my lips with his, then licks into my mouth slowly. My tongue meets his without hesitation. I follow his lead, tangling our tongues, twisting them, savoring every soft brush of his lips and every languid lick he feeds me. My moans echo in his mouth, and he nods against me.

“Good girl. Use my fingers. Take your reward,” he encourages. “I love the view. Love how wet you are for me, can’t get enough of your sweet pussy, however you let me have it.”

“Sir!” I whimper.

“More,” he orders. “Take more. Take everything you need.”

His praise, encouragement, feeling his hard chest under his shirt and his mouth against mine, is too much. His fingers curl inside me every time I roll my hips, and with his thumb brushing my clit… it all works together to push me over the edge. I pant as I bite his shirt to keep myself quiet, my face pressed against the inside of his shoulder.

Daniel makes a pleased sound as my thighs tighten around him with every heartbeat. My pussy is so slick. I move slightly, squirming until Daniel puts me on the table in front of him. I stare at his crotch, then relax.

“You’re not a mess,” I say softly.

He sucks his fingers while he watches me, his dark blue gaze so hot and full of desire that I feel like what we just did is supposed to be a warm-up for more. Once he cleans his fingers off, he cups the back of my neck and kisses me again.

“You could have soaked me, darling, and I would have thanked you,” he purrs against my mouth.

I shudder and my nipples harden. Daniel stands up fully and runs one of his damp fingers over my bottom lip. “You’re going to taste yourself on me one of these days and see why I can’t get enough of your sweet pussy.”

“Daniel,” I whimper, unsure of what to say to something that’s so dirty.

“Hopefully, sooner rather than later since I have to go on a short trip soon,” he informs.

“When?” I ask, still too pleased to be worried about anything.

“I leave Thursday,” he answers while adjusting my panties and putting me back together. “Tomorrow, you and I will go over the itinerary and set up some plans for when I get back. I apologize for the short notice.”

“You’re the boss. My job is to do whatever you say and take care of any problems that come up,” I answer.

Daniel smiles and kisses my forehead. “Such a good girl for me, in ways I never expected.”

My heart squeezes as he helps me off the desk, and we make sure there’s no evidence of what we did.

How am I supposed to avoid having feelings for a man who sees the best in me and still finds ways to encourage me, make me feel so loved and wonderful and right, no matter the situation?

It’s a losing battle to think that all we have between us are lust and fun.