Chapter 281
“The best,” I murmured, my hand still buried, keeping her pinned to the spot as I felt her start to come apart under my touch.
I could feel Gianna’s body vibrating. My fingers were buried deep in her, hooked into that soaking wet, heat. She was getting wetter by the second, the slickness coating my finger, making every slide of my hand more intense in the small space between us.
“It’s… it’s challenging,” Gianna managed to say as Kylie asked some questions about work, “We’re currently… focusing on… predictive modeling.”
I pushed two fingers inside her, feeling her walls clench around me. I watched her face, the way her chest was heaving, the way she was biting the inside of her cheek so hard I thought she might bleed.
“Predictive modeling is fascinating,” Kylie said, “Are you guys looking at neural networks for the next quarter, or staying with the current framework?”
“We’re looking at… everything,” Gianna gasped.
She tried to take a sip of her champagne, but her hand was shaking so badly the liquid nearly slopped over the rim.
I could feel her pussy pulsing against my hand. I moved my fingers with a motion that I knew was making her see stars.
“Raphael is very… demanding when it comes to results,” Gianna added, her eyes fluttering for a second before she forced them open to look at Kylie, “He expects… total focus. All the time.”
“I bet,” Kylie laughed, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. “He was always a perfectionist in school. I can only imagine what he’s like as a boss.”
“He’s very… hands-on,” Gianna whispered.
I smirked, my fingers twitching inside her as I felt the first wave of her climax start to ripple through her muscles. She was so wet it was starting to soak into the lace of her underwear.
“I find that being hands-on is the only way to ensure things go exactly where I want them to,” I said to Kylie, ” Don’t you agree, Gianna?”
I could feel the tremors starting deep inside her. Gianna’s legs were slightly shaking now I thought she might collapse right there. Her pussy was clenching around my fingers, tight and desperate, pulsing with a heat that was nearly boiling. She was right there, one more hard rub, one more deep thrust, and she would have screamed my name in front of everyone.


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