Chapter 169. Shared Revolution

My fingers arched and brushed once, and Olivia leaned forward, placing her chin on her fist, her elbow on the glass top of the table as she discreetly bit her bottom lip hard, her eyes glassy.

I brushed again, and her walls tightly squeezed around my fingers, her thighs trembling against my forearm.

Three more minutes and the CTO would stop speaking, and I doubted Rossi had heard a word of what the woman had said.

Which, I thought, was completely crazy seeing how he was the biggest shareholder beside the Fletchers, and held the most voting power.

But if he was going to watch me pleasure my girl, and slowly stew in torment as his eyes became bloodshot, how could I deny him such a torture?

I increased my pace now, brushing over the textured walls in front of her pussy, my dick painfully hard at how war