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“It’s just, you and your driver have to go so far just for me. I really wouldn’t mind getting a cab.”

“Okay, now you’re really talking like an insane person,” I say. “I offered to take you home, didn’t I? Stop apologizing.”

“You like being alone with me, don’t you?” she asks playfully.

“Listen, you should understand,” I warn her. “If you entice metoomuch, I’m likely to explode, in every sense of the word. I can barely contain myself right now.”

“You’re just a mess, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I can’t help it,” I say. “I want you.”

“Then, have me.”

Evidently, she can’t help it, either. She pounces on me like a jungle cat, taking initiative like I’ve never seen from anyone else in my company.

We start to kiss. Immediately, I’m in a whole other world.

4

Kate

Once I start kissing him, I don’t want to stop. His lips are soft and delicious, his hips are slowly grinding into mine, and his powerful influence is seeping into every pore on my body. He is mine, and I am his.

I know how wrong it is for us to be kissing. I realize how wrong it is for us to be involved in any way that reaches beyond our professional boundaries, and yet, the way that we kiss and touch, the way we make out and leave no inch of our bodies untouched is enough to make me feel like climaxing right then. It’s so wrong, but it feels so right to be in that limo with him, which only helps turn me on even more.

I half-expect us to slow down and for him to take me back to his place (or perhaps to a private hotel), but he can’t wait one second longer. Even waiting through the meal was likely enough to torture him.

He flings my shirt off easily, exposing my half-naked body and bra. I look up to the front of the limo, wondering if the driver can see us.

“The screen is up, and it’s tinted,” he says as if he can read my mind. “It’s just you and me, Kate.”

He kisses along my cleavage, gently fondling my breasts from outside my bra. I can’t help but moan as he caresses my body, running his hands up and down my curves. We are both savoring each second that we are sharing together.

I bite his neck lightly, just to see what he will. He responds by dialing up the intensity on our passion. He isn’t just going to tease me or let me get away with only taking my shirt off. We kiss for several minutes, and there is horrendous traffic to help accommodate our foreplay.

“Are you going to fuck me in the back of this limo?” I wonder.

He responds without words, but in a much better fashion. He unhooks my bra with one hand while his other hand is busy pulling my bottoms off.

I assist him in my stripping and get completely naked for him. He grabs onto both of my breasts and puts my nipples in his mouth one by one, softening them and moistening them with his warm spit.

“Fuck,” I moan.

“You like the way I pay you attention, darling?” he asks me.

“Fuck yes, don’t stop.”

He continues to suck and lick on my nipples and massage my breasts with his mighty hands. I respond to his breastfeeding by arching my back and letting out moans loud enough for all of New York to hear.

“Yes, sir.”

Since he helped me get undressed, I help him get undressed while he continues to suck and nibble on my tits attentively. I’m not expecting what I get when I remove his boxers.

“Your dick is so big,” I gasp. “I’m not sure I can accommodate you.”

He grins.

“Your fucking pussy looks really tight. You’ll take fine, trust me.”