I snap my watch closed and sigh. “Then why did you insist on meeting with me instead of just accepting our offer?”
She glances at my ring every few minutes, her expression unreadable. I know she wants to ask if it’s a wedding ring, but surprisingly, she hasn’t. It annoys me to look at her, but even more so, it annoys me that Valentina told me to attend this meeting at all.
I know why my wife did this. She’s trying to show me that she truly is giving our marriage a chance and that she’s choosing totrust me despite her insecurities. She’s trying to prove that she won’t let our private life interfere with our business goals, but that’s not what I want.
I want her to lose her cool over me, the way I do with every single man that comes near her. I want her to act jealous and irrational, because she can’t control herself when it comes to me. Every once in a while, I want her to act as crazy as I do. I need to know that she loves me the same, that I drive her insane.
“Do you truly not know why I asked you to meet with me in person?”
I sigh and run a hand through my hair. “No, and to be honest, I don’t care either. I genuinely couldn’t care less if you decline our offer. It wasn’t my decision to acquire Metric, anyway. I’m literally only here because I was told to.”
I just want to go home already. I’ve sat through half an hour of this shit, and I want to see my wife. At first, I was certain she’d show up, that she wouldn’t let me sit through a dinner with my fuckingex, but she hasn’t. Every second that she isn’t here adds to the frustration I feel.
I’m still uneasy around Valentina, scared that she’ll change her mind, or that she doesn’t really feel the way I do. It annoys me that she can so easily separate work and our private life, when I absolutely can’t. I’d let my whole fucking company collapse if it made her happy, but she won’t even pass up one acquisition, going as far as to send me out for dinner with my goddamn ex.
“What do you mean?” Jessica asks. “If it wasn’t your decision, whose was it?”
“Mine.”
I sit up, a smile slowly spreading across my face as my heart starts to race. Valentina’s eyes meet mine, and the hint of insecurity I see in them puts me at ease. It’s toxic, and it’s crazy, and I fucking know it, but I don’t care.
I rise to my feet and drag a chair to the small, crowded table Jessica and I are seated at, suddenly grateful that the space is so limited. She’ll have to sit right next to me, my leg against hers.
“I’m Valentina,” she says. “Windsor Finance’s Chief Operating Officer, and the person in charge of our expansion plans.”
The two women shake hands, and Jessica looks visibly unnerved when Valentina sits down next to me. I place my hand on her thigh and lean in, my lips brushing over her ear. “Good girl,” I whisper. “You deserve a reward for showing up here.”
My wife turns her face, and her nose brushes against mine. “You’re not mad?” she whispers.
“Quite the contrary.”
I smile at her as she hands Jessica a document outlining our offer. “I apologize for showing up so late,” she says, her tone perfectly professional. “Luca asked me to join, but I had a meeting that ran late, and I didn’t think I’d be able to make it.”
When she’s like this, I can’t resist her. It makes me want to mess with her and break that icy control of hers. She’s so fucking sexy when she’s negotiating a deal. She has no idea how many meetings I’ve had to sit through with my cock throbbing, my mind filled with fantasies of her.
Jessica stares at my wife as she outlines the terms of our offer, her gaze dropping to my wedding ring occasionally. I’m glad Valentina showed up, but she should’ve introduced herself as ValentinaWindsor. Perhaps it isn’t a reward she deserves, but rather, punishment instead.
“Our offer would not result in a change in—” My hand slides up her thigh and underneath her skirt, and her voice falters as I angle my body toward her to make my movements less suspicious. “In... in management.”
Her cheeks flush as I stare at her, pretending to be engrossed in what she’s saying while I push aside her underwear.
“Joining Windsor Finance would give Metric access to additional funding and research that is—” I drag a finger over her pussy, finding her getting wetter by the second. “That is… proprietary to our firm.” I thought that perhaps she’d throw me a warning look, but instead, she spreads her legs for me, giving me better access.
I slip two fingers into her, and her pussy swallows them. There’s something about this woman that just drives me fucking insane. I don’t think my cock has ever been this hard before. Nothing brings me more joy than teasing an orgasm out of her when she’s trying her best to hold on to that control she loves so much.
“So you propose a partnership of sorts?” Jessica asks, her eyes moving between the two of us. The discomfort on her face makes me wonder if she knows what’s going on underneath the table, or whether she’s just uncomfortable because of how close I’m sitting to Valentina. It isn’t in the least professional, and she knows it. There’s no mistaking here — it’s obvious that Valentina and I aren’t mere colleagues.
“Exactly,” Valentina says. She smiles brightly as she grabs my wine glass, leaving a lipstick mark on it as she drinks some of it.
I swipe my thumb over her clit harshly, and she bites down on her lip for a moment. Initially, I just wanted to tease her, but now I want to make her come, right here, at this table.
My eyes drop to my glass as I increase the pressure against her clit, teasing her harder, rougher. With my free hand, I turn my glass until the mark she left is facing me, and then I pick it up, taking a sip of wine, my lips against the lipstick stain she left. I think I may actually be obsessed with my wife.
Jessica grits her teeth, and Valentina squirms, unable to sit still as I take her right to the edge. My fingers are soaking wet, and her pussy is perfectly slippery. It’d be so easy to slip my cockright into her, and I want nothing more. How quickly can I get her home? If I leave her hanging, will she cut this meeting short?
I lean into her and brush my lips over her ear as I touch her harder, pushing my fingers in deeper. “I want you to come for me,” I whisper.
Her breathing is uneven, and when I pull away, she’s looking at me with flushed cheeks and such intense need in her eyes that I could fucking come just at the sight of her.