His Secret Desire by Alana Davis Read Free Book Online

through me. Memories of him inside me, of his eyes drinking me up as I undressed before him, sliding lingerie back over my naked skin, flashed inside my mind with every explosion of light from the cameras. I came in and out of the speech, alarmed now that I had practically missed his entire introduction. I had to pay attention, this could be important. What if he called on me and I answered like a dumb schoolgirl who had been writing notes in class?
    “As you may or may not know, many new and exciting changes are on the horizon for Strauss Engines,” Strauss started. He paused after these words, letting the tension in the room rise with every breath the reporters took. He’s completely in control. I thought.
    The image of Alexander Strauss holding my arms behind my back flashed through my mind. I could feel the cold desk pressed against my face. His cock sliding in me, slowly, powerfully. I was immediately aware of the lace lingerie hugging my breasts and wrapped around my ass. A crazy fantasy of Alexander Strauss stepping back from the podium and grabbing me enveloped the scene. He would tear off my wonderfully tailored dress and I would stand almost naked before the cameras. Then he would push me down and I would let his hard dick slide down my throat slowly. The cameras would flash wildly and the reporters would howl us on. I would lay down on the ground and he would push into my dripping wet pussy and ride into me. All eyes would be on us, his rippling muscles with every stroke.
    Alexander Strauss would stand up, his cock glistening in the lights of the cameras, and I would stroke out every drop of his cum into my mouth. I would drink his sweetness and let the warmth of the moment wash over me. My pussy would be so wet that it would be dripping off of him. We’d be covered in sweat and looking perfect under the bright fluorescent lights. With every drop of my boss swallowed, he would raise me up and hold me out to the reporters who would scream and cheer in approval and envy. Everyone would want me. Everyone would want to be Alexander Strauss.
    God, the thoughts were so hot. I wanted to drop to my knees and suck him as I rubbed myself feverishly.
    “Strauss Engines will be partnering with the MIT Aqua team, an undergraduate team dedicated to creating a cheap water filter for villages in India,” he said. A slight smile crossed his face. I snapped out of my fantasy when I saw the reaction in the room.
    Reporters were on the edge of their seats. I watched their faces as Mr. Strauss’s words reached their ears. Disbelief seemed to wash over the entire crowd of reporters. Cameramen were aiming their cameras and firing off shots and rolling video in a frenzy. Questions started from the back of the room like a wave of noise and soon reporters were thrusting microphones into the air and begging for their questions to be answered.
    “An undergraduate team?!” A reporter yelled.
    Cameras exploded everywhere. They blinded me and I struggled against raising a hand to shield my eyes. Questions were coming from everywhere now.
    “Who is on this team Mr. Strauss?”
    “Exactly how much of the shareholder’s money will be funding this new enterprise?”
    “When will the program go into effect?”
    “Why water filtration systems?”
    Alexander Strauss raised a hand to silence them all. My eyes were darting from mouth to mouth as questions fell to silence. I was still trying to grasp exactly what was going on when he began speaking again. My hands were crossed, hanging against the front of me. I tried to maintain the best poker face I could, letting nothing give me away that I knew nothing of the company’s plans. Hell, I knew nothing except typing up memos that came down to me in the temp agency. How had I come to stand in front of a press conference with the CEO of a billion dollar company? Furthermore, a CEO who I had fucked not only a day before! I felt dizzy and tried to suppress a smile that dared to cross my