I try to hide my amusement and go for annoyed and distracted. "You do it all the time in the office, Lola. I took you for a drink, and now I'm busy."
"But—"
"I'm your fucking boss, Lola. Don't piss me off."
"What? Ohhh." Lola blushes. "Oh! Well, I don't want to keep you. W-when will I see you, Sir? Only, it's Saturday tomorrow, and I have some work to discuss..."
Oh, fuck. That 'sir' slides down and sucks on my cock.
She said it in public, loud enough that anyone passing might hear.
It's not the weekend.
"Next week," I taunt her.
I think I'm going to fuck her ass in that car, then eat her out at home in the shower and fuck her all over again on the desk. I want to wash her body and explore everywhere, I want her tightness surrounding me. I want it all.
Of course, I'm not sure how to work in the shower, but I can think of something.
"Next week?"
"Lola, you need an attitude adjustment."
And with that, I get in my car, and we drive off.
I let Rich know I'll be pulling up in two blocks, just enough time to make her think I'm going to have her walk home. And then...then this car will be driving around until I've come in her and we can go home.
The trip around the block is endless, and pulling over until I figure she's had long enough is excruciating. I tap on the window, and the driver winds down the partition window. "Mr. Marino?"
"Pull over when you see Lola."
"Yes, Mr. Marino."
It doesn't take long, and he pulls up right as she wobbles along.
The heels really weren't made for walking. They were made for sex.
I throw open my door. "Actually, Miss Mancini, I've been thinking. I think you really do need an attitude adjustment. And it can't wait. Get in."
I hold out my hand.
For a moment, she looks like she's going to ignore me, but she takes my hand, and I pull her up and in.
I do it hard, fast, so she topples onto me, and then I shut the door.
I don't kiss her, which is the hardest thing to do.
This is about denial and control, and my denial and her denial are twined.
She wants my mouth like I want hers. Not giving in makes it hotter, the game sweeter, and I slap her ass and pull her top up, taking the bra with it.
I pull up her skirt so I can make her straddle me, and then I suck her breasts, one, then the next.
Fuck. They're soft and delicious, and the nipples are hard.
But her whimper is pure music that strokes my cock.
She's panting. "Get me out."
