You have the independent assistant and the hard-headed boss, both of them unable to untie themselves from their other priorities. They have to make it, or else their entire lives and their entire relationship will be ruined.
It's up to them to over...
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The drive home was almost as exciting as the elevator scene. His hand was squeezing my upper thigh the whole way home, and my seatbelt had come off a long time ago. I leaned over his lap and kissed him through the fabric of his pants, rubbing him as he caressed my ass, which was up in the air.
"Fuck Cass, you gotta stop," he groaned out, trying to keep his eyes on the road. I didn't live too far out of town, but traffic was a little heavy tonight. If it weren't for his tinted windows, all of the cars around us would have received quite the show.
"As you wish," I said with a low voice and a smirk. I sat back in my seat and undid the top buttons of my blouse. I hiked up my skirt and exposed my black panties once again. I put my fingers on Brent's lips. "Suck."
He obliged, keeping his eyes locked with mine for a long moment before returning them to the road. I took my fingers and laced them around the silky fabric, plunging them into me. I moaned, loud, maybe even too dramatically. Gosh, I sounded like a porno.
"Oh yes," I cried out, biting my lip and twisting my nipple, tossing my head back. This stupid fabric was holding me back, and I had never wanted to be home so badly. "Please, Brent."
"God woman, I'm going as fast as I can," he sighed. I could tell he was frustrated at me for doing this to him, but that made it all the more fun for me. I let out a light giggle and clung to his arm, squeezing his bicep.
The engine revved right as the light turned green, and then he was off. We were finally getting out of the main part of town, much to our delight.
After a few more debilitating minutes, we finally pulled into the parking lot of my apartment complex. It was a fairly nice place, but at least it wasn't a dump. It was the best I could do on a personal assistants salary.
He parked and quickly exited the vehicle, jogging around to my side and lifting my out of my seat as I giggled against his neck, my black high heels in the air. My body was now over his shoulder, my purse dangling from around my neck. I scramble through it, looking for my keys, chill bumps forming on my legs from the chilly night air.
"Cold are we?" He asked as he trucked up the steps, his hand rubbing the back of my thighs.
"Yes sir, maybe a little bit," I bit my lip again, handing him my keys from over my back. I could hear him fumbling with them, finally unlocking the door and pushing it open, his breath drawn in.
All the lights were off except for a small beam coming from my wax melter. He put me down, closing the door behind us, kissing my neck and throwing my purse to the ground. I sighed happily, running my hands across the wall in search for the light switch.
After a few seconds, the overhead lights turned on and lit up the room. "W-what's your wife have to say?"
"Do I have to let her know where I'm at all the time?" He said between breaths, latching onto me. I gently pushed him off of me.
