“These wouldn’t be on the internet. That club is strict as hell. If someone ever posted pictures from inside there, they would be immediately banned—not only from the club, but also from the swinger community altogether.”
“So, you’re a swinger?” His jawline tightened.
“No, I’m not. My ex … William. He made us go there. I never did much of anything but make out with a few men. He pushed me into that. But he … he had sex with multiple women. He used being a swinger as an excuse to cheat on me. It was okay with him because we were both there. I didn’t like it, and he knew that I didn’t like it. But I was willing to try anything to save my marriage back then. I was stupid and blind. I’d been brainwashed.”
“So, you don’t have a thing for swapping partners?”
“No. I don’t like to share.”
“Phew. Me either. Victor Beaumont doesn’t share. You’re mine.” He leaned back in his chair and loosened his tie.
“I’m what?”
“Mine.”
“Says who?”
“You? Will you be mine?”
“You just called me into your office to reprimand me for some bullshit your snotty assistant had dug up on me because she is madly in love with you and knows about us.”
“She doesn’t know about us. And I wasn’t reprimanding you.”
“She knows. Why else would she befriend me on Facebook and dig up some shit to make me look bad? She did this to your other ex even though that bitch deserved it. This one—me—doesn’t. That was an extremely personal time in my life. She had no right! If I’m yours, how can you be okay with what she did to me?”
“I’m not okay with it. I need a plan to get her to back off, is all. I haven’t had time to think about it. She gave me the photos this morning, right before the meeting.”
“I’ll handle my part, and you handle yours. Unless, of course, you want to fire me because I make your company look bad. Are you ashamed of me?”
“Never. I’m not judging you for what that prick made you do. But—”
“But what? There is no but. Everything you say before a but is canceled when you say but.”
“No … as I was saying … but … I’m intrigued. Would you be willing to go back to the club?”
“Why the hell would I do that?”
“With me. Together. Us. No swapping, but I’m assuming couples can go there to perform.”
“You mean, you want to fuck in front of other people?” My mouth fell open.
“Yes. That would be the ultimate performance, wouldn’t it? No sharing. But you and I, it would be fun. Much more fun than getting drunk in the limo and flailing my dick around. This time, we can both put on a show.”
I swallowed hard. Going back to that sex club would be tough. I had so many bad memories from there, including that night I had caught my husband cheating with my best friend. That was the club I had mentioned to Victor when I told him about my ex. I’d only left out the sex club part.
“You really want to do this? I haven’t been back there in a while. Lots of bad memories.”
“I want to try everything with you, except for threesomes or foursomes or anyone other than you and me. Like I said, I don’t share. If you have bad memories, I don’t want to push anything on you. But I’m up for turning those bad memories into good memories if you are.” He stood up and walked around his desk. “I don’t share, I won’t share, and I’m not interested in anyone else—just you. You’re mine. If that is okay with you, of course.” He leaned down, tipped my chin up, and kissed me hard.
“All yours. Stupidly, all yours. But first, fix the situation with Sara. I won’t play nice if she doesn’t back off, and I won’t stick around if she is constantly trying to run me out of here. So, fix it. One of us is going.”
“Done. Your wish is my command. I’ll figure it out. Let’s get this circus on the road, and I’ll start a search for a new employee after that—unless I can get her to back off. Maybe she only needs a distraction.”
“She’s madly in love with you. She won’t back off until I’m dead or I’ve moved to the other side of the world.”
“You’re so damn sexy when you’re feisty. Do you know that?” He brushed my hair from my face, tucking it behind my ear.
This was it—the opportunity I’d been waiting for with the whole boss-and-secretary kink I wanted to fool around with today. I was already halfway there with my face eye-level with his crotch as he stood before me. I could see the outline of his hard cock in his pants. Even the ridge of the tip was visible. I bit my lip. As bad as I wanted Victor, my mind was elsewhere—specifically on damage control and that bitch, Sara.
“I’ll give the club a call. They have a screening process, but since they know me, I’ll get you in. It’s only open on Fridays and Saturdays.” I averted my eyes from his cock that looked as if it grew thicker by the second.
“Okay. Want to show me any moves that I can practice? Want to tease me a bit?”
“I did want to tease you a bit. I mean, look at me. I specifically dressed up today to crawl under your desk and give you a blow job. I’ve always wanted to do that. It would be even better if you were on a conference call. That might be a kink of mine. But Sara has me reeling, and I’m just not in the mood anymore. I’ve got a lot of work to do too. Your party is killing me.”
“Damn, Sara! Cockblocker! You really wanted to suck my dick while I was working? That’s hot as hell! Can I book you for tomorrow?” His hand reached down, and he cupped himself.
“You’ve got a performance to prepare for. I’ll get us in on Saturday. I’m busy for the rest of the week. Your event is almost here! It’s crunch time for me. Besides, I need space from Fleur-De-Lis and Sara. We can grab lunch or something this week, but the blow job will have to wait.”
Victor reached out to take my hand and pull me into him. He smelled so damn good. I rested my head on his chest and breathed him in. I didn’t want to let go.
“Bring a mask Friday,” I whispered into his ear before kissing him good-bye.
“I always have my mask on.” He slumped his shoulders forward and opened the door for me to leave.
Sara waddled down the hallway toward his office.
“We will touch base again soon.” His voice went flat.
Sara’s smirk grew wide as she approached me.
“Sara!” I stopped her. “Thank you so much for letting me know that those pictures were floating around! Drunken college nights—what can I say? I’ll be doing damage control today to clear all of that upon the big, bad interwebs. I’m glad Victor brought it to my attention. He was so sweet and understanding about my naked photos. He said he had looked over them several … several times to make sure that they were really me. His face was so red! I think he might have been a bit embarrassed to have seen my naked breasts. But he had to verify that it was indeed his employee, and there was no denying that it was me.” I shrugged my shoulders and left her standing there, mouth agape.
Victor had been texting me nonstop throughout the week. Surprisingly, he hadn’t even asked how his circus was coming along. But he had asked about the sex club, and he’d told me that he was shopping for new masks—matching ones.