Her Alpha Lover: A Draken and Charli Boxed Set Read Online Free Page B

Almatto."
    "There's one more thing I need you to do first, though," he said, shrugging off his suit jacket and draping it behind him. Heavens, his shoulders were broad. "Just reach under your skirt and stick your finger into your panties and rub your pussy. Then come around here and show us your finger."
    Her lips parted in shock. "Wh-wh-what?"
    "I think you heard me, Ms. Fontina," he said lazily. "Or actually—could I call you Charli?"
    Shit . Blushing. So much blushing. "No," she cried.
    His brows rose. "You want us to stay formal?" He began to laugh.
    "Yes—I mean no—what you said. No f-finger."
    His eyes gleamed. "So our deal's off?"
    "But it wasn't—we never talked about—"
    "Come on, Charli. Every man here just saw you practically have an orgasm just from having your nipples fondled. We'd love to see exactly what your pussy looks like right now, but we'll settle for a finger. Present it, or you void our agreement."
    The bastard. The utter bastard. His gentleness had been a ruse. He was trying to back out. Or was he bluffing?
    She wouldn't let him ruin this. She'd come too far.
    But to stick her hand...oh, fuck. Just imagining it made her juices squirt.
    She looked around wildly. The men looked delighted and amused and a bit sympathetic. Definitely lustful.
    "None of you better breathe a word," she choked out.
    "Not a word," Draken answered flatly. "Anyone refers even obliquely to this and he can kiss not just this job but his career goodbye. Everyone in this room knows that."
    "Draken may be eccentric, but he's got a code," someone piped up.
    "We're cool, Ms. Fontina."
    "Mum's the word."
    Well.
    Damn.
    The trouble was—the really horrible thing was -
    She wanted to do it.
    Charli gnawed at her lip. And then it was like she was someone else. She felt her skirt slide up her legs but wasn't aware of lifting it. She sensed the eyes watching, but she pretended it wasn't her they were watching. It was another girl. Another girl who reached into the waistband of her panties, keeping the skirt covering her hand while she dabbed between her pussy lips in front of eleven staring men in business suits.
    Reality crashed into her. This was her, Charli, not somebody else. For as her finger brushed her clit, it was so slick and sensitive she could not control her moan.
    Hurriedly she whipped her hand out. For a moment she stared at her hand. Then she squeezed her eyes shut painfully and held up a finger.
    "Holy fuck," someone whispered.
    "We're over here, Charli," Draken said roughly. Like an automaton, she walked around and displayed her finger, glistening with her fluids. One by one, the guys checked it out, and she absolutely could not meet their eyes.
    "That's a fucking wet pussy, Charli," Draken said when she came to him. "Reach in there again and get some more of that."
    She didn't argue this time. She just lifted her skirt and stuck her finger through the crotch of her panties.
    As she made contact, she simply couldn't help but rub back and forth across her clit. Oh, God. Oh, God, oh, God. She needed this. What a disaster. She couldn't stop. They were all watching, and Draken was right there inches from her, and she couldn't—
    Stop. Stop. Are you insane? You're going to lather up to an orgasm right here, right now?
    She yanked her hand free with a tiny whimper. And raised it up, showing Draken, practically snarling at him.
    And he, the fucker, grinned.
    "I've seen it," he said. "Show the rest, Charli. Guys, I think we've finally managed to relax our PR rep. She's definitely not as nervous now. In fact, I'd even say she's feisty."
    "Fucking adorable," someone else agreed.
    "Can't fake that," another guy laughed.
    By the time Draken allowed her to return to the front of the room, she could barely see through her fury. The worst part was, the more Draken tried to shame her, the more her arousal heightened. Would this awful meeting never end?
    "Go ahead and suck your finger clean now, Charli," Draken said. "Then you can