CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN: THE CONFERENCE
The conference room buzzed with the low hum of voices as the board meeting dragged on. Ava sat across the long table from Noah, her legs crossed, skirt riding high on her thighs. Noah kept his expression neutral while he typed notes on his laptop. Under the table his foot nudged her ankle. Ava glanced up, eyes narrowing. He slid his chair closer, reached beneath the polished wood, and ran his fingers up her inner thigh.
She didn't wear panties. Noah’s fingertips brushed her bare p***y lips. Ava’s breath caught but she stayed silent. He pressed two fingers between her folds and rubbed her c**t in slow circles. Her thighs tensed. Noah kept his gaze on the presenter at the head of the table while he pushed one finger inside her. Ava’s p***y clenched aro
