Page 25 of Falling for the Bosshole

His back curved outward as he positioned his cock against her vagina. Then with a masterful stroke, she felt him enter and conquer her. He was inside her, filling her completely. His thrusts were as confident as the hips that forced her to press against him, leading her to push back.

The sofa creaked in perfect cadence under their combined weight. The palmistry prints hanging on the wall shifted as the couch bounced against them. Ana was in a heightened state of awareness. Her clit was slippery as his cock slid against it, the muscles of her vagina clenched around him, intensifying the friction as he moved in and out of her.

Lash kissed her hard and bit her lower lip. He slid his tongue inside her mouth.

“This feels so good,” he whispered and complimented her. “Come for me, Ana,” he commanded, looking straight into her eyes.

Ana obeyed as if she no longer had control over her own body. She felt herself rising to an orgasm that pooled between her loins. Her body jerked convulsively as the orgasm sought its release. A primitive scream emanated from her lips as Lash’s breathing became increasingly ragged. His back arched wildly as with one final thrust, he unloaded himself inside of her.

Their wild breathing was the only sound that filled the room. Minutes passed before the wild beating of their hearts slowed. Lash propped himself on one elbow and looked at her.

After the frenzy that happened between them, Ana felt shyness overcome her. She refused to return his gaze. He placed a finger under her chin and forced her to look at him. Then he leaned in and kissed her tenderly on the lips before gathering her in his arms and laying her head against his chest.

He played with the strands of her hair, curling them around his finger.

Ana was struck by a sudden thought that filled her with guilt. She just made love to a man who had a girlfriend. It was indeed ironic because, in all of her past relationships, it was always another girl who caused the breakup. Suddenly, she was that other girl, and she didn’t know how to feel about it.

She felt bad for Lili Chong, Lash’s model girlfriend. The girl had done nothing wrong to deserve this. She squirmed in his arms and raised her head to him.

“She doesn’t have to know, right? I mean … I would hate to be that girl who destroyed your relationship,” a flustered Ana declared.

“She? Who are you talking about,” he asked, brows furrowed in confusion.

“Lili Chong. I know that you’re together … and she is so beautiful … and you are perfect for each other,” Ana asserted.

Lash laughed out loud.

“I’m glad you think this is funny,” Ana said crossly. “But I was always the girl being cheated on, and it felt horrible. I don’t want anyone to feel the way I did each time I found out there was someone else.”

Lash stopped laughing, but a grin appeared instead.

“Come here,” he said, pulling her close. “Lili and I called it quits a long time ago. It was never serious between us even from the very start because her parents promised her to some wealthy guy who owns half of Shanghai. Lili told me so herself. I appreciated her honesty. We are just friends now. Nothing more,” Lash declared.

“Oh,” Ana said.

A heavyweight lifted only to be replaced by an overwhelming sense of happiness because he was free. She didn’t have to feel guilty, after all.

“Okay then,” she added as she burrowed back into his arms, hiding the triumphant smile that found its way to her face.

Hours later,Lash escorted her down the stairs to the foundation lobby, but instead of heading towards the door leading outside, Lash led the way to another exit located at the back of the building.

“I have private parking at the back of the building. My car is back there,” he informed her.

After all the sex they had, Ana thought she would be satiated. Surprisingly, she wasn’t. He had started a fire that refused to be quenched. A mischievous smile formed on her lips as an idea was born. Just thinking about it made her feel horny all over again.

“What?” Lash asked, seeing the look on her face.

“Nothing,” she deadpanned, stealing a glance at the Bentley. She was trying to gauge the size of the luxury car’s interior. “Seems wide enough,” she noted.

Lash opened the passenger side of the Bentley so she could enter. Ana walked past him and opened the door to the back seat of the car.

“What are you looking for? Did you drop something earlier?” Lash asked, still clueless.

She didn’t reply. Instead, she brought her fingers seductively to her breast and started to caress herself. The look on his face was comical as understanding came.

“Ana, you’re not thinking…”

Ana nodded her head, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. “I have never made love in the back seat of a car. You’ll be the first,” she announced candidly.