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I cleared my throat to signal Eddie to stop and tried to sit up straighter.

"Come in."

A tweedy little man trotted in and sat himself down in front of me. He looked like a leprechaun mixed with a founding father and I resisted the urge to laugh at how serious his expression was.

That urge to laugh was quickly replaced with the urge to close my legs because Eddie had taken it upon himself to start kissing my thighs again.

"I presume you know why I'm here."

I zoned back in and tried to ignore Eddie's kisses.

"I think so. I recognize your name from previous meetings in the boardroom."

The man nodded stiffly and continued.

"Well then I'll attempt to keep this exchange brief."

I smiled and did my best to pretend Eddie hadn't just spread my legs open much wider.

"The board and I have spoken extensively due to recent developments," Mr. Prescott drawled.

I nodded and felt a jolt as Eddie's tongue ran over my clit. I tried closing my legs again but it was no use. I folded my hands in front of me on the desk and tried not to focus on his teasing.

"While it is true that your staff is responsible for the first inkling of this potential story," he continued, "My colleagues believe it is in the best interest of the publishers and your company to take this potential lead off your hands."

Eddie was squeezing my thighs roughly now, pulling me in closer. The cool metal of his rings gave me shivers and I couldn't believe anything that was happening to me right now was real. I had to remain strong for my team, however, so I pressed him.

"Inkling? With all due respect sir, my team tells me this is much more than just an inkling. Quite frankly it seems to me that your bosses might be overplaying their hand."

I dropped my hands into my lap and Eddie grabbed one immediately, squeezing it to encourage me. He then grabbed both my hands and pulled them down until he had his grip on my forearms. He pinned them against my chair roughly and dove between my legs with his tongue. I resisted the urge to let out any sound and tried to compose myself.

Prescott held a frown on his face and a checkbook in his hand when I focused back on him and he nodded slowly.

"Perhaps you're correct. I advised them against that particular phrasing but...they were steadfast about my script here today."

He looked a tad bit resentful and even though Eddie's tongue was speeding up, I tried to commit Prescott's bitterness to memory in case I could utilize it later.

"I appreciate the honesty sir."

I squeezed Eddie with my thighs as he hit the perfect spot and fought internally not to dismiss Prescott from the room immediately. Determined to power through so there was no confusion about the position my company held, I wiggled my hands under the table and was able to twist an arm enough to put a hand through Eddie's hair and tugged gently. He let go of that arm and put his hand over mine, tightening my grip on his hair. His tongue was speeding up even faster and it was all I could do not to cry out. I could feel my cheeks heating up and hoped our Mr. Prescott wouldn't notice.

"Here's what I can do for you today, Ms. y/n. I came here with an offer my employers believed you couldn't refuse. But it seems to me you and I both understand the real value of good journalism these days so here's my compromise: I will step out and call my superiors to see if they will allow me to raise their current offer. If you are seriously considering accepting the money and can confirm at least that much now, I'll call immediately and return when I've been given a higher estimate."

I nodded quickly and pulled Eddie's hair harder trying to get his face out from between my thighs before any moans slipped out. He began sucking gently instead and shook his head back and forth so deliciously fast I wanted to scream.

Prescott gave the closest thing I'm sure he could produce to a smile and stood up.

"I do need verbal confirmation, Miss."

I gulped. If I opened my mouth again I was certain I'd be unable to hold back a moan and tried to hold my breath before answering.

"Yes, Mr. Prescott. I would really appreciate it. Thank you."

The pleasure was almost unbearable now and Eddie started softly growling into me, the vibrations making me squirm in my seat. I bit my knuckle as subtly as I could to resist making any obvious faces and prayed this guy would leave already.

The man raised an eyebrow slightly at my hurried response but eventually nodded.

"Very well. I'll give them a call in the lobby. Shouldn't take me longer than 15 minutes I'd say."

I smiled and Mr. Prescott left the room, closing the door behind him. Once I heard him speaking on the phone to someone I was finally able to back out from under the desk a little bit and looked Eddie in the eyes.

"Please no more. He's coming back soon," I begged.

Eddie looked up and smiled.

"In 15 minutes. That's plenty of time to get an orgasm out of you. Maybe even two."

He winked and dove back in, holding eye contact while he shook his head back and forth. This time I was able to react and I couldn't help throwing my head back a little.

Holy shit.

"Ohmygod that's so good," I whispered.

"Mmhm," he mumbled.

Instinctively I arched to try and escape the stimulation and he just laughed, pulling away to kiss up my thighs again.

"Oh you don't even know what you've just done. Come here," Eddie rumbled, his voice dangerously deeper than normal.

He grinned and got out from under the table and lay on the floor.

"Ride my face."

I felt myself blushing even though he'd just had his whole tongue inside me moments ago and hesitated.

"Wait...what if I crush you?" I whispered.

Eddie sat up and practically yanked me out of my chair, forcing me to kneel over him.

"That's kinda the goal. Now get over here," he guided me upwards until I was kneeling directly over his face, "and give me what I want."

I smiled nervously and he grinned up at me.

"Perfect."

Wrapping his arms around my waist, he held me tightly in one place and started teasing me with his tongue. I looked toward the door briefly to make sure Prescott wouldn't come in and see us but Eddie tugged on my shirt and forced me onto all fours.

"Let that little freak watch," he muttered, his tongue flicking over my clit torturously slow. I squirmed a little and he wrapped his arms around my lower back, forcing me to arch. That positioning amplified everything he was doing to me and I let a few soft moans slip. That was my biggest mistake.

I could barely see the clock but it seemed like 7 or 8 minutes had passed.

"Eddie. He might be back soon."

Eddie squeezed my thighs and pushed my legs apart even wider.

"Good. He'll get to hear you beg for me."

My eyes widened and I tried to pull away from him.

"Eddie please."

He traced circles on my thighs and his cold rings make the sensation even better.

"Tell me you don't love the thought of someone walking in here and watching me devour you."

I felt my breath catch in my throat.

Well...

"Think of how jealous everyone'll be when they hear you screaming my name. I mean think of what we could do if I got to stick around, y/n. Imagine how many people would wanna be you, getting pleasured every single night...and it will be every night."

His voice was more of a growl at this point and I have to admit it was turning me on a lot.

"Every night?," I whispered breathlessly.

"All night," he growled.

Well fuck.

He chuckled darkly and gripped my lower back again.

"Now why don't you be an angel and give me what I want? Please."

Somehow the 'please' didn't sound like he was asking and I kinda loved it.

"What do you want?"

He clucked his tongue mockingly.

"Oh you know the answer to that; I wanna hear you beg."

Annnd if I wasn't wet before...

"Looks like you want that too."

I blushed and felt grateful he couldn't see my face right now. Eddie started licking my clit again speeding up for a few seconds before slowing back down so he could hear the sound of my breath catching every time he sped up.

I don't think I've ever met a dude that likes eating pussy this much. Shoot if I'd known men like this existed maybe I wouldn't have spent so much time roasting them.

Suddenly I felt a new sensation and involuntarily shivered. He was running a hand up and down my thighs, his cold rings intensifying the speed of Eddie's tongue somehow.

"Mmm," he groaned into me.

Looking at the clock I saw that we only had a few minutes or so before Prescott came back and tried to pull myself off.

"Ohmygod please...he might come back and hear us."

He spoke in a mocking tone and locked his arms around my hips.

"Well that's too fucking bad, isn't it?"

I couldn't help grinning at his hunger for me so soon after we met.

He'd already made me sensitive with all his teasing and this time his sucking + head shaking combo absolutely destroyed me. It felt like my stomach was caving in and I definitely let out a few very loud moans before I could stop myself. Eddie let out his own soft moans of enjoyment as I squirmed on top of him and the moment my legs started shaking he intensified the sucking even more. Forgetting all about Prescott I gripped the desk and fought to keep myself upright.

"Ohmyfuckinggod yes!"

He groaned as I orgasmed and I fucking loved the feeling of his rings digging into my skin as his grip tightened. He wouldn't let me off and the overstimulation was starting to make my head spin.

"Eddie no more," I begged.

I tried reaching a hand around to loosen his grip but the angle exposed my clit to him even more and his excited growl told me he fucking loved it.

I loved it too but I could hear Prescott's conversation now and it sounded like he was about ready to hang up.

"Eddie? Eddie please. He's right there!"

Finally Eddie released me and I hoped my rosy cheeks wouldn't look too suspicious when Mr. Prescott returned.

Eddie hopped up with a huge smile on his face and pulled me up. He smirked when he noticed my legs were still a little shaky and kissed me deeply before hiding back under the desk. Making a mental note not to sit back down, I pulled my skirt over my knees and did my best to act like Eddie hasn't just given me an orgasm strong enough to see God.

Prescott walked in a minute later and looked more flustered than I expected. I immediately feared the worst and assumed he'd heard me moaning.

I stepped forward with an apologetic look fully ready to try and explain myself. He didn't seem to notice me though and practically looked past me when he spoke.

"It seems my employers are disappointed with my negotiating. I'm sorry Miss y/n but I'm afraid I must leave you now. I'm not entirely confident I've even retained my job but regardless...the deal is off. My apologies."

Without another word, the sad man scuttled out of the room and shut the door behind him.

I looked back and watched Eddie crawl out from under my desk and plop himself in my chair.

"Damn. Tough luck for that little guy," Eddie whistled.

I shrugged and walked over to lean on the desk.

"Well his employers were trying to scam me."

"Ahh it's not his fault. He's an ant to those executive types, trust me," Eddie muttered.

I nodded, still a little breathless.

"I believe it. You meet a lot of executive types back in your day?"

He looked at me indignantly.

"I'm four years older than you not a goddamn fossil."

I laughed and patted his shoulder.

"Aww someone's sensitive."

He smirked and stared up my skirt.

"I could say the same thing about you," he winked.

Instinctively I closed my legs and Eddie pulled me onto his lap with a grin.

"This little exhibitionist thing is fun. Next time how 'bout I please you out on your balcony?"

My eyes widened a little but I wasn't 100% against the idea.

"I suppose I could be convinced into doing that."

Eddie smiled down at me and absently drummed his fingers against my leg to whatever tune he had playing in his head as I sat there contemplating the deal I just lost.

Of course I never intended to accept their initial offer or even the revised one but I was concerned.

Who would they send next time?

Would there even be a next time?

And most importantly: was this whole offer just meant to be a courtesy call from the board pretending to play nice?

The board of directors control our outside funding and have the power to veto any donors and sources they deem unfit.

"Eddie?"

"Hmm," he mumbled.

"I think somehow I might have just gotten Dirtbag blacklisted."