8: Caught On His Lap
1011 Words
Lilian ~
I’m still sitting on Edwin’s lap, thighs trembling, my p***y still pulsing from what his fingers just did to me. My skirt is bunched around my hips like a damn belt. Blouse open enough that my bra is showing. His shirt is hanging off his shoulders, belt half-undone, c**k still straining against his pants. We both freeze like idiots caught in headlights.
Daniel stands in the doorway. Calm. But his eyes are different. Not the usual bored-professional look he gives everyone. No. Right now he’s staring at me like I’m a prize he suddenly noticed. Like he’s calculating odds.
“Wow,” he says again, voice low and amused. “Didn’t realize the quarterly review included… hands-on demonstrations.”
Edwin’s arm locks around my waist so tight it almost hurts. Protective. Possessive. His other hand slams the desk drawer shut like he’s trying to murder it.
“Get. The f**k. Out,” Edwin growls. Each word is sharp enough to cut.
Daniel doesn’t move. Doesn’t even blink. He leans one shoulder against the doorframe, casual, like he owns the place. His gaze slides over me again - slow.
“Lilian,” he says, softer this time. Almost gentle. “You okay there?”
My mouth goes dry. I should climb off Edwin. Fix my clothes. Say something professional. Instead I just sit here, heart hammering, feeling the heat of both men like two different fires.
“I’m fine,” I manage. Voice comes out shaky. Breathless.
Edwin’s fingers dig into my hip. Warning. Mine.
Daniel’s smile widens just a fraction. “You sure? Looks like you’ve been… handled pretty roughly.”
“Daniel...” Edwin starts.
But Daniel cuts him off. Smooth. Confident. “Relax, boss. I’m not here to cause a scene. Just dropped by to say the board loved the Q1 projections. Profits up fourteen percent already. Your star player here...” he nods at me “ - her vendor deal sealed it. Thought you’d want to know.”
He’s talking business. But his eyes never leave mine.
Edwin’s jaw ticks. “Noted. Now leave.”
Daniel finally straightens. Pushes off the doorframe. “Sure thing.” He pauses. Looks right at me again. “Lilian… coffee later? My office. We should talk about next steps. Just you and me.”
My stomach flips. Not the good kind.
Edwin’s whole body goes rigid under me.
Daniel doesn’t wait for an answer. He gives a small nod - like it’s already decided - then turns and walks out. Door clicks shut soft. Too soft.
The second he’s gone the silence hits like a brick.
I shove myself off Edwin’s lap so fast my knee bangs the desk. I yank my skirt down, fingers fumbling with buttons, heart still racing like crazy. I don’t look at him. Can’t. I just storm out - half-run, half-stumble - straight to the hallway bathroom. Lock myself in a stall.
What the f**k am I doing?
I came here to ruin him. To make him pay for what I thought he did to my dad, to us. I wanted him bleeding. Instead I’m sitting on his d**k, coming so hard I see stars, moaning his name like some desperate slut.
And the worst part? I dug. I dug so deep into his past, his deals, his emails. And I found… nothing bad. Not on him. My dad’s the one who f****d everything up. Bad loans. Missing money. Lies to the family. Edwin didn’t steal the company - he bought it clean to stop the bleeding, paid off debts nobody even knew about. Dad never told us. Nobody knows. Edwin’s not the villain here.
He was the one betrayed, over and over.
First his wife - quietly, cruelly, while he still believed in forever.
Then his best friend, his best man - the brother he chose - whose knife went deepest because it came from trust.
And now, perhaps worst of all, the slow, creeping suspicion that even my own family has turned, whispering behind closed doors, weighing loyalty against convenience.
He stands alone in the wreckage of promises, asking the same silent question: Who next?
I now feel for the guy. He’s the one who got betrayed. His wife. His best friend. Then maybe my family too.
And I still hate admitting it.
I splash cold water on my face. Stare at my reflection. Cheeks flushed. Eyes too bright. I look exactly like what Daniel saw: a woman who just got finger-f****d by her boss on company time.
Shame burns my chest.
What does Daniel think of me now? Office slut? Easy? Someone he can just… take?
Fuck.
I should avoid him. Pretend it never happened.
But he saw everything. If he tells people...
No. I need to talk to him. Explain. Say it’s not… whatever he thinks. Even though it is exactly what he thinks.
Later that afternoon my phone buzzes.
Edwin’s name on an all-staff email: Emergency board meeting. Now.
I don’t go. I’m not board level. But gossip spreads fast.
Word comes back quick: Edwin tried to get Daniel fired. Said “inappropriate conduct.” “Conflict of interest.” Pushed hard. Today.
The board laughed in his face.
Daniel’s too good. Numbers are gold. Profits don’t care about personal drama. Edwin’s “issues” don’t trump results.
Edwin lost.
My stomach twists tighter.
Then my phone lights up again. Text. Unknown number - but I know who.
*Daniel: Killer work on the monthly unit report. Numbers are insane. You’re carrying the team. This deserves a real celebration. Dinner tonight? My place. 8pm. I’ll send a car.*
My thumb hovers.
His place.
Not a restaurant. His house.
What the hell does that mean?
I’m so f****d up.
I type back before I can stop myself.
*Okay. 8.*
Send.
My hands shake.
I don’t know if I’m going to explain things, or fight him off, or… something else.
All I know is my pulse won’t slow down.
And I can still taste Edwin on my lips.
And now Daniel’s waiting.
Shit.
- Writer
