More than he knows.

"Oh, don't you dare." The man standing up for me growls.

"Don't I dare what? I'm the woman with all the power." Frost mocks in return, while making the subtle gesticulations of a hand signal.

That same paper clerk who stole Ahab's last vestige of modesty minces her low-heeled footsteps, sneaking behind him. While I yearn to intervene before she can commit whatever atrocities she's planning, my arms are plastered to my most sensitive areas, and I risk orgasm if I so much as fidget. Poor guy.

The blonde clerk gives his ass a giant slap; the report of the impact echoes through my crimson ears, and the shock causes Ahab to involuntarily move his hands away from his dick. The businesswomen flip their collective shit, pointing, wolf-whistling, and giggling like schoolgirls as the beauteous barista's penis springs back into their ravenous gazes.

"Whoa! Now that's more like it!"

"It dangles, it bounces… thank you God."

"Shake your hips, baby! I wanna see that thing dance!"

"Join him Ming Zhao— make your boobies bounce like his dick!"

Even under this immense denigration, while he's suffering the humiliation of a dozen ladies' laughter and cajoling, Ahab remains staid; placing both hands between his muscular thighs to obscure his sex, he glares at Frost, and says, "You need to stop. Don't make the mistake of bullying us any longer."

"Hahaha, like you're in any position to bargain. What could you possibly do, you lousy boytoy?"

"This."

And It's over as soon as it begins. Ahab—pounces forward at a bullet's pace—and yanks the camera out of Frosts mitts, he then smashes it over his knee, annihilating it in one giant hit. It takes the Director a second to stop laughing, and a second more for it to sink in: She dun goofed.

While Frost twitches—frozen—one of her loyal sycophants intrudes, attempting to pacify their embarrassed, nude victim by photographing his privates again. He reacts by serenely grabbing the camera from this woman's hand, and crushing it between his calloused palms.

The room is silenced until Ahab speaks up, announcing to the audience, "Listen up, if anyone here wants to keep their cameras… Delete. Those. Pictures."

I'd never seen him so intense before, and feel myself beaming from ear to ear as the Director's intimidated workforce scrambles to delete their pornographic photos. I relish my opportunity to gaze at his taut bubble-butt, eying its glorious jiggle as he looms over the perpetrators of this misbegotten career assassination. Frost's horny hit squad—including The Director herself—retreat, defeated upon surrendering their smut-inundated camera rolls.

I'm as aroused as I've ever been when Ahab struts back my way, a familiar grimace decorating his carnation-pink face as his cock bounces. He's clearly embarrassed, and clearly my hero; this shy, sexy man just saved my career.

Now…