I didn’t care about any of what was going on here. I was impressed with how Jocelyn was handling it and I hadn’t given her too hard of a case to start out with.
I knew the terms, and I knew Mark was just trying to justify his fee to be here arguing stupid bullshit for his client. But the opportunity to watch Jocelyn’s chest rise and fall with each measured breath, as she fought the urge to pant and moan, was priceless.
When her eyes fell closed, momentarily surrendering to the pleasure, the sight of her made my cock surge. Slipping my hand out of my pocket, I carefully slid it across my lap to palm my erection, the pressure giving momentary relief.
But when I took my hand away, the frustration just wound tighter. All I wanted to do was fuck her so badly.
Jocelyn was staring at me, her eyes black with desire. When I started it up again, she had been desperate for it to stop, but now, she needed more.
The room was silent, and she seemed to shake back to reality with an effort, realizing it was her turn to speak.
“If you’ll refer to the… page eight…” She let out a shaky breath. “That’s exactly what that wording is trying to convey.”
Mark kept on grilling her, and I kept on sending her higher and higher, further away from the negotiation and closer to the most powerful climax of her life. After a while, I checked my watch. She’d been in a constant state of arousal for over an hour. I had no idea how she was holding herself together.
Then again, my own judgment was slightly impaired.
No matter how hard I tried to think about baseball statistics while I thumbed the button, my dick refused to cooperate, straining against my pants and throbbing angrily in time with my heartbeat.
God, I needed her.
I needed to fuck her.
I needed it like I needed to breathe, more, even, but we were trapped here in a room of people with no reasonable excuse to leave at the same time.
Jocelyn’s nipples were stiff peaks under her blouse. At one point, I swear I heard the mediator mutter: “Is it cold in here?”
But I didn’t care. All I wanted was to see her come apart. I wanted to see her lose herself in front of these people, unable to betray her pleasure, body quivering and pulsing in secret.
I was about to fucking explode.
But- ladies first, as they say. It was only polite.
If looks could kill, I would have dropped dead under Jocelyn’s gaze, but I kept my finger off the button until it was time for me to take pen in hand and sign the document. While all eyes were on me, I pressed it hard, and didn’t let go.
The noise in the back of her throat, just before she swallowed all the sounds she wanted to make, still drew attention. Everyone glanced at briefly, none of them sure what to say.
Her eyelids fluttered, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She gripped the table so hard that it shook slightly. Her muscles trembled.
My prick throbbed, jealous, aching to feel the same release that had just coursed through her body.
“Are you feeling all right?” the mediator asked, frowning. “I think I have enough information to make up my mind, but I am going to be giving a written opinion at some point in the future.”
“Yes,” said Jocelyn, breathlessly.
She swallowed, and looked at him, fighting back a smile.
“Yes, thank you. I think we’re done here.”
“Grab some lunch?” Mark asked me, or something like it.
I was having difficulty focusing on my surroundings, for some reason.
“No thanks,” I said. “I’ve got work.”
It seemed to take a thousand years, but finally, everyone left except me and Jocelyn.
My cock pulsed with anticipation. The fire a thousand suns seemed to come over me. It wanted me to take what was mine, finally.
The door clicked, and she stared at me.
“Up against the window,” I said. “Now.”
She stood, on shaky legs, and walked over to one of the massive picture windows.
Silently, she stepped out of her panties. The vibrator clattered to the floor, and I was ripping the condom open with my teeth before she even spread her legs.
Chapter 11
Jocelyn
I couldn’t believe what William had just done.
What we had just done.
It seemed to be some crazy test of both my legal abilities and my loyalty to him. I couldn’t believe I had signed up to do it. I couldn’t believe I had passed the tests.
I had meant what I told him, about speaking to Paul and Hannah. And it was true that both of them had said this was all a very bad idea.
Of course they only had my best interests at heart.
I knew that what they told me made sense.
But I still needed to wear the vibrator. I still wanted to see where all of this would take me. It was like an irresistible urge to follow my heart, and my pussy.