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breasts as I work on his belt.
    And then in a flash we’re up against the wall, in front of everyone. My legs wrapped around him as he thrusts inside me over and over again. I cry out as the room watches, waiting to see if they might have a turn.
    But they can’t. I’m Robert’s and he’s mine. We make the rules and the excitement of that is almost as intoxicating as the feeling of Robert’s erection inside of me driving deeper and deeper. He steps back, pulling me with him so only my shoulders are against the wall now and I rotate my hips, grinding against him, bringing him to new levels of ecstasy. From the corner of my eye I can see Daemon itching to join in.
    Just when I think I’m about to come, Robert stops me, lowers my legs to the floor, and turns me around. He gently presses down on my back and I bend over, putting my hands on the wall. I moan as he enters me from behind. I turn my head so I can see the room. The VP is touching himself as he watches us. Asha looks angry and envious. Taci squirms in her seat, shy but desirous.
    And Robert’s hands stay on my hips as he thrusts harder and harder. I’m shaking now as I brace myself against this wall, feeling him, seeing them. One of his hands slides up to my breast, he pinches my nipple before bringing his hand down, between my legs. I’m so wet; he knows that, everyone here knows that. They all want to touch and taste. But this is just for Robert. He touches my clit, moving his finger slowly at first then rapidly, playing with me even as he presses inside of me.
    I scream as I come; the sound is too raw and unrestrained to be considered a yell. I feel him come inside of me, filling my body even as he fills my mind with a new sense of dominance, influence, control.
    Yes, control. That slippery thing I thought I was losing. Now, in this moment it once again occurs to me that this man who has tried to control me has given me more control than I’ve ever had before. Is it an illusion? Or is it actually real this time?
    I set aside the questions as Taci finishes her part of the presentation and I take the stage again, a secret smile on my face.
    Today this room filled with an attentive, eager audience is mine to dominate . . .
     . . . and I am his.

CHAPTER 5

    A T THE END of the meeting the executives have agreed to everything. Implementation will be their responsibility but I’ve set the direction. Robert urges each of them to question me, to give their honest opinions. But I have answers to everything. They’re satisfied.
    I know Robert’s about to give me more work, another project, another reason why I’ll be required to report to him but no one will question whether or not I’m deserving.
    As I file out with my team, Robert and I don’t touch but there’s something in the look we exchange . . . the pretense is fading away. They can all see that. It doesn’t matter. They know and they can’t do anything about it. Asha trails behind me; I can smell her sense of defeat and it’s invigorating.
    I’ve given my team the rest of the day off but I go back to my office where Barbara tells me I’ve been called to the eleventh floor. The CEO, Sam Costin, wants to see me. I don’t hesitate. I know I’m about to be offered a promotion and now I’m ready to accept. I take the elevator up and announce myself to his receptionist, who tells me to wait.
    This is the first time I’ve ever had a formal one-on-one meeting with Mr. Costin but I know that he always makes everyone wait. It’s one of the ways he demonstrates his authority. And yet as I lower myself into the brown leather chair in his reception area, I find that the directive unnerves me, brings me down from the heady sense of supremacy I had only a moment ago.
    The thought stops me. Supremacy ? Was that what I was feeling? I glance over at the receptionist; her hair is tied back in a low ponytail, a black pearl ring clings to her index finger while her hands fly over the keyboard of her