"Pink sheets. I’m a princess after all, didn’t you know?" she starts walking toward the door, holding my hand and dragging me after her.
"Well, you’re my princess," I shoot back and, before she manages to get the door open, I stop her. "Why don’t we christen this office first?" I tease her, pulling her back into my arms.
"That’s not a bad idea…" she whispers, and she seems to consider it for a second. "But no, I want to do it when it’s my name hanging on the door, not my father’s. That just seems kinda wrong."
"As wrong as fucking in a church?"
"And in a chapel," she laughs, and I finally let her get to the door, mentally noting down in my schedule that, once she has her name on this door, I’ll have to fuck her right on the desk behind me. In fact, I think that as her adviser, her first official act must be to pleasure me…
God, I can already imagine her naked back sprawled on the desk, all the folders on top of it being swept off to the floor. I wonder if the walls in here are soundproof… Ah, fuck it, I doubt we’ll able to resist the urge to fuck even if everyone on this floor hears us. Sure, that might not be the best course of action for a CEO on her first day on the job, but what the hell… It isn’t like I’ve done all the right things either, and everything turned out alright.
"Come on, let’s go," she says, derailing my train of thought. "There’s something I want to confess to you once we get home…" She bats her eyelids as she says it, and I can tell exactly what kind of confession is on her mind.
"Then you better be ready to pay the penance."
"Oh, I was born ready."
39
Clarise
"I can’t wait to get home…" I repeat as the elevator doors close in on us. I press the button that’ll take us to the ground floor, and a second later the metallic box we’re in starts its descent.
"Fuck, I’ll fuck you right here," he chuckles, pushing me back against the wall and pinning my arms over my head.
"I doubt we’ll have the time for that…" I chuckle back at him, running my tongue between my lips as my heart starts racing inside my chest. Mm, if only we could stop the elevator without raising any suspicions… But no, I completely forgot to use the executive elevator reserved for us higher ups, and so we're taking one of the regular ones. If this elevator stops working out of the blue, people are going to start asking questions.
"There’s no way I’m going to survive the drive home, then," he sighs playfully, letting go of my arms and allowing his hands down the side of my body. Cupping my ass cheeks, he pulls me into him and I gasp as I feel the rock hard cock hiding under his pants.
Yeah, judging by how hard he is, there’s no way we’re going to survive the drive home. I almost regret leaving the office, but then I remember something very important.
"You know, the back of the limo is soundproof," I whisper, taking my hand straight to his crotch. Curling my fingers around his hard cock, I give it one hard squeeze. "Do you think you can wait till we’re in the limo?"
"That depends… Can you wait?" he shoots right back at me, his cock throbbing hard against my fingers.
"I’ll have to, won’t I? But don’t worry… Once we’re there, I’m going to take real good care of you," I continue, moving my hand back and forth and stroking him over the fabric of his pants.
"Yeah? And how are you going to do that?" he asks me defiantly, and my first response is to press so hard on his cock that he groans.
"Wouldn’t you like to know, huh?" I purr, massaging both his cock and balls as the numbers on the electronic panel mounted overhead crawl downwards, signaling that we’re alread
y in the middle of the building. "Maybe I’ll stroke you hard… Or maybe I’ll use my tight little mouth, wrap my lips around your cock, and suck on it until you cum. How does that sound?"
"That… that sounds good," he replies, breathing faster now.
"Or maybe I’ll let you cum inside my pussy… Or inside my ass. God knows I enjoy all these things," I continue once again tightening my grip on his cock so hard that he can’t help but groan.
"You’re driving me fucking insane, Clarise. I might have to fuck you right now," he threatens me, the tone of his voice letting me know that he isn’t joking. Yeah, if I keep teasing him like this, he might push me against the wall and fuck me like a champion, and I think that even if a swarm of people stepping inside the elevator as we fucked, he wouldn’t stop. He’d just keep going at it, fucking me relentlessly.
"I can see that," I laugh, finally letting go of his cock and taking one step back. As much as I want him to do it, we can’t risk going at it in here. What kind of image would it give to my soon-to-be employees? Soon enough I’d have to adopt a you-can-fuck-in-the-elevators policy. Somehow, I doubt that would help me turn into the Boss of the Year. But, then again, it might not be such a bad measure.
"Thank God," Connor breathes out as the elevator doors slide open, their ding signaling that we’ve finally arrived at the ground floor. Grabbing me by the hand, he drags me out to the hallway, and we start walking fast toward the exit.
I can already see the black limo parked out front, our driver waiting for us like a statue, ready to open the door at a moment’s notice. The moment he sees us walking through the glass doors of the building, he fulfills his purpose and opens the door with a nod.
"Thank you," Connor and I say at the same time, and then we take our seats inside the limo as if we don't have a single minute to waste. The moment the driver closes the door, it feels as if I’ve stepped into a whole new dimension, one where everything goes, and by everything, I mean fuck-until-you-drop.
"Finally," Connor exhales, turning on his seat to face me. "Now, what about that confession you wanted to make?"