Chapter 83 - 0083: You Were So Fucking Perfect

Chapter 83: Chapter 0083: You Were So Fucking Perfect

Elena’s Point Of View

"Of course," I managed to say, pasting a tight, rigid, professional smile onto my face while clutching the glass edge of my executive desk so hard my knuckles turned stark, bloodless white. My heart slammed against my ribs like a caged, hysterical bird, every drop of blood in my body rushing to my ears in a deafening, terrifying roar.

I had worked years for this office, this title, this precarious perch of authority, and I could feel it all teetering on some invisible edge.

Beneath the heavy mahogany desk, in the suffocating darkness between my knees, I felt Jaxx’s warm, impossibly large hands slowly wrap around my bare ankles.

My breath caught sharply in my throat. I froze, my pupils dilating in pure panic as he slowly, agonizingly dragged his hands up my calves, under my trouser legs. His thick thumbs traced smooth, deliberate, torturous circles against my bare, sensitive skin, threatening to completely ruin me right in front of my entire senior planning team.

A frantic voice in my head screamed at me to kick him away, to end this madness before it began, but another part of me, the part I hated most, silently begged him to continue.

"As you can see on slide three, Miss Elena," Marcus, my head of marketing, began, stepping forward and holding up a large presentation board, completely oblivious to the unspeakable act taking place two feet away from him. "We’ve restructured the entire digital rollout for the third quarter. We feel this direction really aligns with the firm’s brand."

"Y-yes... excellent," I gasped out, my voice thin, tight, and completely strained.

Beneath the desk, Jaxx dragged my heavy executive chair imperceptibly closer to his kneeling body. My heart violently lurched into my throat. And then... heat.

His tongue.

A slow, unhurried, wet stroke swept straight over my bare, exposed clit. The sudden, agonizing jolt of raw pleasure sent a shockwave directly up my spine, making my entire upper body jump. I swallowed far too quickly, choked on my own saliva, and broke into a harsh, frantic coughing fit into my hand. Somewhere beneath the panic, a shameful heat pooled low in my belly, betraying every ounce of professionalism I had spent a decade building.

"S-sorry," I spluttered out with a weak, hysterical laugh, desperately trying to disguise the violent tremor in my voice as I cleared my throat. "Pardon me... just a bit of dry air."

"Everything okay, ma’am?" Sarah, my lead designer, asked, her brows furrowed in genuine concern as she took a half-step closer to the desk. "You look a bit pale all of a sudden. Can I get you a glass of water from the lounge?"

"Yes, yes... fine! Perfectly fine!" My throat felt like sandpaper. My smile was so rigid and fake my jaw muscles actually ached. "No need for water, Sarah. Please... continue with the presentation."

But Jaxx was completely, utterly merciless... a dark, unhinged predator operating entirely in the shadows beneath my corporate status. His tongue flicked, flattened, and circled my hyper-sensitive flesh, plunging into a sinful, rhythmic torture that no industrial air-conditioning could ever hope to cool. I hated him for it. I hated myself more for wanting it to never stop.

"Now, regarding the engagement metrics for the West Coast launch..." Marcus chimed in, stepping closer to point at a bar graph on the board.

His voice began to blur into a meaningless hum of background noise as two of Jaxx’s long, thick fingers slid straight inside me... deep, slow, and devastatingly purposeful.

My nails dug deep, painful crescents into the meat of my palm under the table. I bit my lower lip so hard I could taste the metallic tang of blood on my tongue. My mind fractured into two desperate halves: one clinging to the last threads of composure, the other drowning willingly in sensation.

"Ma’am, what do you think about the proposed switch in primary colors for the campaign?" Sarah asked, tilting her head as she waited for my executive approval.

My head snapped up, my eyes wide and glossy, my pulse thundering like a war drum in my skull. I forced a stiff nod, fighting with every atom of my soul for a single cubic inch of air.

"I-I think it’s... bold," I gasped out, my voice a stuttered, raspy whisper that sounded entirely detached from my own mouth. "A... a very bold move."

Their pens scratched rhythmically across their pad paper, totally oblivious to the madness unfolding inches away. My thighs quivered violently, my high heels pressing into the hardwood floor beneath the rug as if physical grounding could somehow stop the devastating way his fingers curled inside my tight, soaking walls.

"...and so, as you can see, the overall conversion numbers on the west branch have improved by nearly twelve percent since the last quarter," Marcus rattled on, adjusting his glasses, entirely unaware that his careful statistics were dissolving into meaningless noise against the roar of blood in my ears.

I nodded automatically, holding a gold pen poised over my leather notepad to give the illusion of taking meticulous notes. But my hand shook so badly the tip only made erratic, jagged blue scratches on the white page.

The words on the presentation slides blurred into a soft, dizzying haze as Jaxx’s tongue circled my clit harder, slower, agonizingly deliberate, as if he knew every single hidden nerve ending required to completely destroy my sanity.

"Yes, I believe that if we... if we maintain this momentum..." I faltered, my throat tightening until it felt like a vice. My chest rose and fell in short, shallow, panicked bursts. I blinked hard at the presentation slide, the vibrant colors swimming together like wet paint.

"Ma’am?" Sarah prodded gently, stepping right up to the edge of the desk.

"I... yes, that’s... that’s remarkably good," my voice came out ridiculously high, strained, and breathless.

And then Jaxx struck. His fingers slid deeper, hitting that exact, agonizing spot inside me, and crooked upward with brutal precision.

My entire body jolted off the leather seat. My fingernails scraped violently against the raw underside of the glass table with a muffled screech. A thick bead of cold sweat slid down my temple despite the ice-cold air-conditioning blowing directly onto my face.

"Ma’am?" Marcus asked, tilting his head in deep confusion, eyeing my erratic posture. "Do you think we should switch the primary header fonts on the print media as well, or keep the original serif?"

My lips parted. Air slipped out of my lungs in a broken, pathetic gasp that I frantically tried to disguise as another dry cough. My eyes went completely glazed. The letters on the report in front of me no longer made any sense - I couldn’t even remember my own name, let alone what font they were discussing.

"I... I’m sorry, c-could you..." My eyelashes fluttered wildly against my flushed cheeks. My thighs trembled so violently under the desk that I was practically squeezing his head between my knees without even meaning to. My voice dropped an octave, turning breathless, raspy, and dripping with a filthy double meaning I couldn’t even filter. "Come again... please."

There was a long, excruciating beat of total silence in the office.

Marcus and Sarah exchanged quick, puzzled glances, confusion flickering clearly in their eyes.

A wave of scorching heat flooded my face and neck, but it wasn’t just embarrassment... it was the pure, unadulterated fire burning between my legs as Jaxx’s tongue flicked mercilessly, faster and harder, sucking my clit straight into his mouth. I bit down on my lip so viciously my teeth sank deep into the skin.

"Your face looks extremely flushed, Miss Elena," Sarah observed, her tone shifting from professional to deeply concerned. "Are you feeling warm? Maybe you’re coming down with a fever? Should I call down to medical or fetch you some cold water?"

My breath hitched violently. Heat radiated off my skin in waves. I could feel tiny beads of sweat gathering at my hairline, and for one wild, irrational moment, I wondered if the entire room could smell exactly what was happening to me.

"N-no... no water," I croaked out, clutching the heavy edge of the desk until my knuckles were completely white, my entire upper body rigid as a board. "Just... deeply focused on these figures. Please... go on."

I stiffened entirely, my breath catching in my chest, my professional smile frozen like a mask on a mannequin. My legs shook like leaves under the desk as his fingers joined his mouth, sliding in and out in a slick, wet rhythm that made sickeningly loud sounds I was terrified would carry over the desk.

I desperately squeezed my thighs together, trying to force his head away, trying to push him off, but Jaxx remained an unmovable wall of muscle and dominance. He wouldn’t budge an inch.

"I actually love how you styled the new launch banner," Marcus added, trying to break the bizarre tension in the room.

"Y-yes," my voice broke on an embarrassing, high-pitched squeak. I coughed rapidly again, forcing a dry, breathless laugh that sounded entirely unhinged. "Very cohesive... c-color palette."

Jaxx’s fingers curled deep inside me again, dragging across my internal walls with brutal pressure. My body stiffened so hard I nearly gasped out his name right in front of them. He pressed his tongue harder against my clit, suctioning me into complete and utter oblivion. My vision darkened at the edges. My professional vocabulary disintegrated into a breathless, broken mess of words:

"Mm... so... so cohesive... palette..."

My team exchanged even more alarming glances. Marcus leaned over to Sarah and whispered softly, "She looks pale... no, wait, she’s completely flushed."

And right at that exact, unforgiving second, it hit.

Jaxx crooked his fingers inside me with maximum force, sweeping his tongue over my clit at the exact same moment.

I lost control. Completely. Utterly.

I shattered.

Heat erupted through my entire nervous system like a nuclear blast. My thighs clamped tight around his head beneath the desk in a wild, helpless reflex. My fists slammed down flat onto the glass table top with a deafening THWACK!... disguised as passionate executive emphasis.

"That’s... ALL!" I nearly shouted at the top of my lungs, my voice cracking wildly, before I bit down violently on my own tongue to stifle the loud, filthy scream of release that almost tore free from my chest.

Marcus and Sarah jumped back a full foot, their eyes wide as saucers, completely startled by my sudden outburst.

"Are you... uh... sure you’re okay, Miss Elena?" Marcus stammered, clutching his presentation board to his chest like a shield.

"Yes," I croaked out, forcing a strained, tear-filled smile through the violent, silent quakes wracking my lower body. "Very. Thank you both. You’ll... just email me the updates. Right now. Leave."

They scrambled to gather their papers, casting lingering, deeply confused, and worried glances at the heavy sheen of sweat glistening on my forehead and the flushed, breathless wreck sitting behind the desk.

"Right away, ma’am. Feel better," Sarah murmured nervously.

The heavy mahogany door finally swung shut, and the lock clicked into place with a sharp snap.

The moment they were gone, I bolted upright in my leather chair, my chest heaving up and down, my body trembling so hard I could barely keep my feet on the floor.

Tears of pure frustration, shame, and lingering pleasure pricked at the corners of my eyes as I glared down at the broad-shouldered man slowly crawling out from the dark space beneath my desk.

Every rational thought I possessed screamed that this should never have happened, and yet my body still throbbed with the aftershocks of something I couldn’t bring myself to fully regret.

"You..." I gasped out, my voice completely broken, my throat raw. "You absolute... despicable bastard! I almost... I almost lost everything!"

Jaxx casually stood to his full, towering height, unhurried and completely unbothered. He wiped the back of his hand across his mouth, his dark eyes gleaming with raw, wicked satisfaction, his lips glistening slick with my wetness.

"You almost gave yourself away, Bambina," he purred, his voice a low, dark rumble that made my ruined core twitch all over again. "But you didn’t."

"You could’ve ruined me in front of my entire staff!" I yelled in a harsh whisper, slamming my hand onto the desk. "My career! My reputation!"

"But you didn’t tell me to stop," Jaxx cut in smoothly, taking a slow, predatory step toward my chair. His dark smirk widened into something thoroughly sinful and possessive. "You came right in front of your precious workers, Elena. In total, suffocating silence while they stood two feet away."

He reached out, catching my chin in his hand, dragging his thumb over my swollen lower lip as his eyes burned down into mine. For a moment, neither of us spoke, the air between us thick with something far more dangerous than desire, something that felt disturbingly like inevitability.

"And fuck..." he growled softly, "you were so fucking perfect."