375 Drafting contracts

While Liz and Mia enjoyed their time at the spa with other girls, Brianna was in her office, meeting with an important client who is currently sitting on the opposite side of her desk from her.

"Is there anything else I can do for you Mr. Reynolds?", Brianna asked while eyeing her secretary who was collecting papers from the desk that need to be copied and stored in their archive.

"There are a few more things, but considering the time… maybe we can discuss them over lunch? Conveniently, I have a reservation in a restaurant only a few blocks from here. My treat.", Quentin said with a charming smile that made Brianna's secretary blush even though he didn't look her way.

The secretary didn't want to stare, but she can't help it, alright? Quentin Reynolds has all kinds of steamy rumors about him, and he is very handsome. Her hands were shaky and she was sure that if he looks at her, she will drop everything she is holding onto... and maybe even her panties come off.

Brianna and Quentin didn't meet to dilly-dally and flirt. They were really working.

All this was part of Quentin's plan to kick out his parents from Reynolds Publishing and to fully take leadership of his company.

A little background first…

As Max and Quentin discussed, about one week ago, Max delivered what he promised.

Quentin got reports on directors and shareholders in his company from Max. After that, Max and Quentin came up with various tactics to get full control of Reynolds Publishing.

Quentin and his parents are about equal in terms of influence, and Quentin needed to tip the scales in his favor so that his parents don't ruin the company as retaliation. Quentin believes that his parents would destroy their company just to spite him.

For a few people from the reports, Quentin had proof that they were misusing their position, and Quentin dealt with them first, paying them off (with the addition of lawsuits and threats of retaliation), and taking their stocks or positions. For directors that vacated their positions, Quentin promoted people who are loyal to him. It all happened in a matter of days and his parents were unable to react, yet.

Brianna offered to help, and that is why Quentin is here. They drafted a number of contracts between Reynolds Publishing and Harper Investments that will help Quentin kick out his parents from the company.

Brianna knows that she should not mix work and private life, but those two people (aka Quentin's parents) looked down on her and treated her like she is not important, and Brianna could not wait to get back at them. These contracts are risky, but if things work out, the deals will be profitable and that will be good for the business also.

Back to the present…

Brianna plastered a smile on her face before addressing her secretary: "Malory, when you handle those papers, you are free to go to lunch. I expect that you prepare reports from the last six months in time for my 2 PM meeting. I want to be ready with solid data when I face our clients."

Malory stiffened. "Six months? I thought we need only for the last quarter, and that is three…"

"I said six.", Brianna interrupted her. "Maybe you would hear the right number if you are focused on work instead of gaping around. If you need more time, I suggest you work over lunch and if that is not enough then… I will find someone who can do it."

Malory swallowed hard and spoke swiftly: "Yes, Miss Harper. I will get on it right away, Miss Harper." And then she scurried out of Brianna's office.

Quentin's face broke into a vicious grin when the door closed behind the flustered secretary. He loves when Brianna is bossy, but he had to ask: "Was that necessary?"

Brianna's glare moved to Quentin. "How would you handle your secretary that is ogling at me?"

"She was only sneaking glances."

"It was inappropriate and the fact that you are mine only makes her offense graver. She is lucky I said six instead of twelve months."

Quentin smiled to the point of his cheeks hurting. Ah, his fiery Goddess claimed him as hers! This will never get old!

He licked his lips slowly. "So, are you on for lunch?'

Brianna was unable to break the eye contact. "What do you have on your mind?"

"You. On this desk. Right now."

Brianna's breath hitched. Quentin is shameless, but… she does not dislike it.

"Lock the door…", Brianna said as she got out of her chair.

Quentin didn't wait for Brianna to say it twice, and he didn't want to give her a chance to change her mind. Every time he approached her in a work setting, she would refuse while saying that work and their relationship should not mix, but this… he is already so aroused that he is walking funny.

Quentin locked the door and turned around on his heel. He inhaled sharply at the sight of Brianna's behind that was stretching the fabric of her pencil skirt as she leaned over her desk.

Brianna bit her lower lip, and her heart rate was increasing every time she heard the sound of Quentin's footsteps as he approached her.

She jerked slightly when his hands landed on her hips and he gave her a small squeeze before undoing the zipper.

Brianna pressed her legs together, as she felt the aching need building up inside her. Quentin knows how to make her feel good and her body is responding to his proximity on its own.

Brianna is absolutely helpless in front of Quentin and she hopes that he does not know that because she is a strong independent woman, and she does not need a man to be happy. At least that is what she is telling herself when Quentin is not around. And she is partially right. She does not need any man to be happy, she needs Quentin. Only Quentin. He became a permanent existence in her life, and she can't believe that she got so attached to him to the point of being unable to think about her future without him in it.

Quentin undressed Brianna swiftly while admiring the curves of her body. His fiery Goddess is beyond perfect and since this is their first time in her office, he wanted to make it special… Something that she will never forget… an experience that will make her think about him and blush whenever she sits at this desk.

Brianna inhaled sharply when she felt his breath at the cradle of her thighs. He was behind her, and she could not see him, but she knew that he is kneeling between her legs.

"Ahh…", she exhaled loudly when his tongue invaded her between her folds.

"Mmm… you are wet… and sweet…", he mumbled and the vibration from his words sent shivers through her spine, making her hairs stand on ends.

He buried his face deeper and relentlessly stroked her clit with his tongue.

Brianna clutched the edge of her desk and struggled to breathe as cataclysmic tremors shook her body. They made love countless times and did all kinds of things, but Quentin was never so intense.

Quentin enjoyed Brianna's sounds and he didn't allow her to pull her legs together as he sucked and licked all of her juices as her body shuddered in front of him.

Brianna thought that she will pass out, right there on her desk, but she didn't. Quentin moved just in time for Brianna to keep her consciousness.

Brianna jerked when Quentin's fingers glided between her folds because she was super-sensitive, and she wished that he gives her at least a few breaths for the room to stop spinning but Quentin was not into waiting.

Brianna gasped when she felt the stretch and the friction as he entered her from behind, starting another storm of pleasure before the previous one subsided.

Quentin rode her fiercely, hitting all the right spots, making Brianna curse and moan at the same time.

Brianna's body arched before she convulsed back on the surface of the desk, and she cried Quentin's name mixed in with unintelligible profanities.

Quentin groaned when he felt Brianna's insides tightening around his shaft and few thrusts later he trembled in his own release.

Quentin leaned over Brianna, rested his forehead on her back, and breathed.

"You are amazing, Bri…", Quentin murmured.

Brianna laughed weakly. "It was all you, darling. I was only standing here… existing…"

"Mmm…", Quentin hummed. "That is all you need to do to be amazing, Bri… you only need to exist."

Brianna melted from the inside. Quentin can be a sweet-talker when he wants. But it was more than words, hit voice was filled with emotions which told her that he means it.

Quentin moved and kissed the exposed nape of her neck and Brianna smiled.

Two breaths later she felt him grow inside her and she craned her neck to meet his smug smile which told her that they are not done.

Brianna wiggled her hips. "Wait, Q… let me turn… I want to see you…"

Quentin took half a step back, giving Brianna space to move and sit on her desk.

He was pleased that she pulled him toward her impatiently and she kissed him greedily as her legs wrapped around his waist.

Quentin confirmed that Brianna is his with every sound she made as he pounded himself inside her again, and again, and again…

It was the best lunch-break ever, and they had their lunch… eventually.

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