Ch 8: A Tease

Azrael pov:

"So where do we stand then?"

"Pretty well off. Donny's gang hasn't been able to keep up with us since we took some of his men in." Rosemary stood in front of my desk.

"I see… then let's keep it up. I don't need some old bastard trying to make a comeback." I waved her off. She nodded and took her leave.

Going back to my paperwork I was interrupted by my door opening and revealing Amilia. She wore a tight white dress that stopped mid thigh and black strappy heels with it.

"You have a meeting in 10 minutes, one at 5 and a business call at 6:30. If you want to be responsible I suggest you get up and move your ass." Always a snarky attitude with her.

"Good afternoon to you as well Amilia." I thought she was cute, even with the attitude.

"I hate when you smile." Her face was blank but her eyes were cold.

"I love when you do."

"Gross. Let's go " Turning on her heel she led the way, my eyes glued to her ass the entire time.

"Keep staring and I'll rip your dick off." She smirked at me over her shoulder. Entering the elevator we took it down to the 42 floor.

"Kinky, what else are you gonna do?" Placing my hand above her head I leaned over her smaller frame.

"Depends. You gonna buy me dinner?" She pulled on my tie, lowering me to her eye level.

"I'd buy you the world to see you smile." Giving her a confident smirk she smiled and pulled me down for a kiss.

I didn't waste a second on pinning her to the wall and wrapping a hand around her neck. She moaned when my tongue slipped in, wrestling with hers deliciously. A guttural groan left me when her hands palmed the front of my pants.

"You fucking tease." I husked against her lips.

"We have a meeting, Ms. Whitlock." Giving my half hard dick a final squeeze she pushed me back and made herself presentable.

Running a hand through my hair and adjusting myself I hid my excitement and gathered my business face by the time the elevator opened. Exiting, we headed for the conference room. I waved and smiled at some of the employees as we walked.

Entering the room I sat myself at the head of the table with Amilia by my side, diligently taking notes on her laptop. More of the men trickled in ready to say their piece and listen to the presenter.

I grew bored almost instantly, I'd look it over in her notes and read the papers when they came. I was mostly trying to stay comfortable with half a hard on and a bunch of men talking.

"You're fidgeting." She whispered to me, eyes never leaving her screen.

"Can't help it. You riled me up." I whispered back.

The room was sort of dark, a man at the very end presenting with the whiteboard and projector. All he did was talk numbers, investments, and projects to greenlight.

"Maybe if you weren't so easy then you wouldn't be riled up." She snickered quietly. Smiling, I lean towards her ear and make it seem as though I'm whispering to her.

Sticking my tongue out I drag it across the shell of her ear, earning a shiver. She pushed my face away and covered her ear, face plastered with irritation.

"You should focus better." I muffled a laugh when she narrowed her eyes at me.

Turning my attention away I gave fake interest in the man presenting, resting my cheek on my palm. It was another boring 5 minutes before I felt a hand cup me through my pants. Glancing over at her I could see her eyes still focused on her screen.

I wanted to say something but didn't trust myself when she squeezed enough to make me swell more. Covering grunt with a cough I tried my best to actually focus.

Her hands moved to my belt, easily opening it and slipping her hand into my pants. Biting my lip painfully I suppressed a moan when she grabbed ahold of my member, teasing the tip with her thumb.

"F-fuck…" I slipped up when she gave me a full stroke, her hands moving expertly despite the clothing restriction.

"Everything alright Ms. Whitlock?" One of the men asked me. I waved my hand around and dismissed it.

"Fine… just a little upset stomach us all." Her hand kept moving and no one seemed to notice due to the bad lighting.

When they gave their attention back to the man I let my eyes find hers but she didn't look at me. Just a smirk on her lips as she continued to take notes. Gripping my armrest tightly I focused on not letting any noises out.

"Like I said, you're easy." Her voice made the knot in my stomach tighten.

I felt so close already. The idea of getting caught, it being so open, the pure sexiness of her was all driving me crazy. Leaning towards her ear I let a quiet groan escape, my hand holding hers lightly.

"I-im gonna cum if you continue." My voice was low but harsh. 

"That's the point." She whispered back.

Squeezing the tip and running her thumb over the slit was all it took. Gripping her hand tightly I bit my lip hard enough to bleed in order to keep myself quiet.

My cock throbbed as I spilled my seed into her hand, it took everything in me to not thrust upwards. When I calmed down I was panting slightly, her hand squeezing every last bit out of me.

Pulling her hand from my pants she looked down at the mess in her palm, a smile on her lips. She looked at me and sneezed, a couple of them looked at her but she just apologized.

"Can you hand me a tissue?" She asked the man a little bit away from her. He nodded and handed her the box.

Grabbing a couple she made it seem like she was wiping her nose before cleaning her hand up. What a sneaky woman…

Tossing them in the trash she pumped a handful of hand sanitizer into her hand, cleaning them effectively. When she finished she went back to typing like nothing happened. I was so in awe I could barely register that this woman is a minx in hiding.

Discreetly fixing myself and buckling my belt I was able to fully tune out the rest of the meeting, much more relaxed than before. When it was over I agreed to look over the projects and took my leave, Amilia following behind me.

Once in the elevator and going up I slammed her into the wall, my mouth crashing into hers instantly. She giggled and pulled me in impossibly closer.

"You little slut." I lifted her into my arms, gripping her ass roughly. Raking her nails along the back of my neck she moaned into the kiss.

"Office. Now." When the elevator opened I moved us to my office door, holding her against it for a minute.

"I'm gonna fuck you on my desk " my accent was thick and deep. I was so filled with lust I didn't care if anyone found us.

"Hurry up then." Basically kicking my door open I carried her to the desk, my hands squeezing her plump ass tighter. 

"Fuck you're annoying." She slipped my blazer off, her hands yanking my tie down and moving into my shirt.

"And you're a bitch for the stunt you pulled." Pulling back I trailed my kisses down her neck, hoping to leave some marks.

"Is that like dirty talk for you guys?" A voice rang out. Pulling away from her immediately I found Claudio and Rosemary sitting on my couch.

"I'm leaving." Amilia huffed. Pushing me back she slid off my desk and straightened out her dress.

"Princess wait." I reached out for her but she moved before I could grab her 

"No." Moving to the door she opened it and left, leaving me with my friends and a hard on.

"She seems nice." Rose smirked.

"Cockblockers! What the hell?!" I shouted at them. They just cost me sexy time with her.

"It can wait. We have things to handle. Clear out your day, we're taking a trip." Claudio smiled at me.

Fuck!

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Amilia pov:

Azrael left and had me clear out her day and a couple more after. Apparently she had to take a business trip to Boston for the next week.

I wouldn't be so irritated if I hadn't been stuck doing more work to keep things running. This made me stay late and have to work overtime tonight and for the next week.

It was nearly 1 am when I actually got to leave, grabbing my purse and keys I left for my car. Taking the elevator down I felt my phone buzz as I entered it.

Jackass: 'Sorry for the intrusion and leaving. I promise to make it up to you.'

Rolling my eyes I didn't bother to respond, too pissed off to do so. Another buzz came through but it was a notification.

'Azrael has gifted you, $2,500'

My eyes narrowed until another text from her came through.

Jackass: 'Get your nails and hair done. If you want to get something nice just let me know… my favorite color is dark purple. ;)'

Smiling I responded with a middle finger emoji, exiting the elevator I felt a slight unease. I would need to take the stairs then another elevator to get to my car. Usually it didn't bother me but I could tell this was gonna be a long night.

Descending the stairs I could hear my heels clicking loudly against the concrete steps. I did notice that I would occasionally hear an extra step every other second.

Reaching into my purse I looked around for something as I walked to the elevator. The door began to close but a hand stopped it, a man in a black mask staring me down.

"Wrong night little lady." Brandishing a knife he stood above me with cold eyes.

"Yeah, it really is."

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No one pov:

The vacant underground parking lot was eerily quiet. The sounds of the night life start to filter in as the ding of an elevator opens.

A dead body laid on the floor, blood leaking from its slit throat. Stepping over the body the person made sure to not drag a single drop into the parking lot.

The air stills and the place returns to silence, the only sound filling the echoed walls of the concrete walls was a distinct sound.

Heels clicking on the floor…