Chapter 23

Grant

I was shocked by Crissy’s command. There was an attitude behind her eyes I couldn’t quite place, and I thought about reminding her exactly who she was standing in front of. I’d had my chain yanked enough today, and I had a very important phone call I had to make with Alex, but the look in her eyes suggested that maybe she was just trying to get me to take a load off.

So I did.

I sat down, and she smiled at me before she disappeared into her bedroom. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and dialed Alex’s number, then held the phone to my ear. It rang and rang before it ultimately shot me to voice mail. I hung up before I called him again. It rang, and with each ring, my blood pressure skyrocketed. This time, I decided to leave him a little voice message, making sure he called me back before tomorrow.

The men I’d met with earlier didn’t know their heads from their own asses. Alex had been so sure that this was what we needed to do, and yet they were incredibly unprepared. He had said he’d vetted this and had them all on board, but they acted like they hadn’t heard any of this shit in their entire lives. I knew Alex was talking with them because they were insistent I talk with him before tomorrow, but why? I was the owner of the fucking company. Did they not know that I had the final say in any decision anyway?

Everything inside me was telling me to walk away from this deal. Them coming to the table wholly unprepared after seemingly being vetted by the junior executives and Alex turned me off to the entire thing. If that was the type of lackadaisical attitude that the company had, no wonder they were going under. They hadn’t failed because their CEO was an idiot with no privacy. They’d failed because they didn’t give a shit.

I was not about to invest my company’s hard-earned money in people who didn’t give a shit.

I needed to talk with Alex before tomorrow’s meeting. Something weird was going on, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. And until I had my reservations settled, no one was going anywhere with my money.

I was scrolling through my emails on my phone, checking to see if Alex had sent me anything last minute. Then I heard heels clicking across the floor. I flicked my gaze up to search for Crissy, but when my eyes connected with hers, my jaw almost dropped to the floor.

Crissy was done up in a tight black corset with a matching thong, and she had fishnets clinging to her thick-ass thighs and was wearing salacious, knee-high boots. My cock instantly sprang to attention as my mouth began to salivate, and suddenly, all reservations of the day melted from the forefront of my mind.

Crissy stalked closer to me, her hips swaying in the darkness of the room. She plucked my phone from the couch cushion and tossed it to the floor, grinning as it clattered along the hardwood slats. My eyes grazed over her, my stomach suddenly hungry for dessert, and the moment she straddled my lap, I knew I was about to feast upon her body.

“Now, what did I do to deserve something like this?” I asked as I planted my hands on her hips.

But she slowly pried my grip from her before holding my hands up against the back of the couch.

“I believe it’s quiz time, professor,” she said. “It’s time for me to show you how well I can apply your lessons.”

She wanted to be in control. Her nose dipped to my neck, sniffing my cologne as my hands stayed pinned to the couch. This shit never happened. I was always in control. And after that damn board meeting today, I needed the control now more than ever. Her hips ground down into me as she pressed a kiss to my pulse point, and for a moment, I considered her offer. If she wanted a small little test, then a test is what she would get.

It piqued my interest enough to allow her the moment.

Her legs straddled my lap, and the radiant heat of her body cascaded around my cock. Her lips dragged themselves up to mine, kissing me lightly and pulling away before my tongue could take hers. I growled, wanting her nearer and closer to me, but all she did was giggle at my frustration.

Her lips approached again, and her soft skin fluttered against mine. Her tongue darted out to lick my lower lip, drawing it between her teeth as I tried to move my hands. I wrenched them from the couch, and she pulled back, practically hopping off my lap as her eyes danced with excitement. She enjoyed the illusion of control, but little did she know the monster she was about to unleash.

“You’re not a very patient student,” she said.

“I never agreed to be the student,” I said. “I merely agreed to a test.”

“And a professor doesn’t take the reins and do the test for the student, does he?” she asked.

Without another word from me, she slowly slid back into my lap. She took my hands and placed them on her hips, her pussy leaking through the measly excuse for a thong and soaking my lap. I ran my hands up and down her fishnet-clad skin, feeling the dimples of flesh that dripped through the holes of the stockings. Her skin was sinful underneath my fingertips, the exact distraction I needed from the idiotic meeting earlier.

I raised one of my hands and tried to touch her breasts. They were overflowing the top of the corset, beckoning my lips, my fingers, and my teeth. I wanted to take her, to peel her out of this costume, or maybe fuck her in it. I wanted her splayed out for me, tied to the bed, and lying there for me to fulfil my every whim with her. But she grasped my hands before she pinned them back to the couch.

“You’re not the one in charge, Mr. Jacobs,” she said sternly.

I didn’t want to have my control ripped from me, but I was willing to try for her. She was testing her boundaries, experimenting to see what she liked. I was willing to afford her that time, but the way her pussy was grinding down on my clothed cock had me leaking against my pants. I took deep breaths, trying to keep myself under control as her nose ran up and down the skin of my neck. I planted my heels into the floor, trying desperately to keep my cool as her lips slowly undid the buttons of my shirt.

Holy fuck, that was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced.

Her hips began to swirl, and I could feel my balls filling with cum. She nipped at my exposed chest, her tongue drawing pictures as my skin heated underneath her body. With each circular motion, she ground down a little harder, causing me to buck involuntarily into her before a groan got caught in my throat. I could feel her smirking against my skin, thinking she had somehow one-upped Grant Jacobs.

But that wasn’t going to last for long.

She teased me, harder and harder, and her hips swirled faster. Her nipping became biting, and her fingertips dug into my wrists. I was grinding up into her, dry-fucking her like some idiotic teenage boy as precum soaked the front of my pants. She was lightly panting against my skin as her lips traced the shell of my ear, and as my cock pulsed underneath her, I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hang on.

If she kept going, she’d be the first woman to ever make me come without ever touching my fucking cock.

That shit wasn’t happening. Not tonight.