The partition between the back of the car and Eric’s seat went up the second I tapped the controls beside me.
“Mr. Randall,” Joss said quietly, as soon as the partition clicked into place. “I just finished a presentation.”
“I noticed.”
“I’m in a suit.”
“I noticed that too.”
“My hair is back.”
“Joss.”
“Yes?”
“Come here.”
I pulled her across the seat and into my lap the moment the words left my mouth. Joss came willingly, knees sliding to either side of my thighs, her lips already parted mine.
I kissed her hard, the way I’d wanted to since she’d stood at the head of that conference table commanding the room. She tasted like the mint she’d slipped into her mouth after the presentation and like the woman I’d been starving for since the day she stood in my office five years ago. My hand slid up her thigh, under the hem of her skirt, and she shivered when my fingers reached the lace edge of her panties.
She was soaked.
I groaned into her mouth as I slid the fabric aside and dragged two fingers through her slick heat. She was swollen,slippery, and so ready that the first slow circle over her clit made her hips jerk against my hand.
“Fuck, Joss,” I breathed against her lips. “Always so wet for me.”
She whimpered, rocking into my touch. I pushed two fingers inside her, curling them just the way she liked, stroking that spot that always made her lose control while my thumb worked her clit in tight, firm circles. Her hands fisted in my shirt as she rode my fingers, breath coming in sharp little gasps against my neck. I kept kissing her—deep, filthy kisses—while I fucked her with my hand until her thighs started to shake.
She came with a broken moan, clenching hard around my fingers, her whole body trembling in my lap. I stroked her through it, gentling my touch as she shuddered and panted.
Before she’d even caught her breath, she was reaching between us, tugging her panties down her legs with frantic little movements. I helped her, sliding them off one ankle. She shoved her skirt up around her waist and straddled me again, bare now, her slick pussy hovering just above my aching cock.
I freed myself from my trousers with one hand, gripping the base of my erection. The other hand held her hip, steadying her as she sank down onto me in one smooth, greedy motion.
“Christ—” The groan tore out of me as her tight, wet heat swallowed every inch. She was still pulsing from her orgasm, fluttering around me, and for a second I had to close my eyes and breathe through the overwhelming pleasure.
Joss didn’t wait. She braced her hands on my shoulders and started riding me immediately, rolling her hips in that slow, devastating rhythm she knew would wreck me. The slick heat of her pussy slid down my cock until I was buried to the hilt, her walls gripping me like velvet fire.
“Fuck, Joss,” I whispered against her ear, my voice rough. “You’re so damn wet. I can feel you dripping down my cock already.”
I reached for her blouse, fingers working the buttons open one by one while she moved on me. The moment I tugged her bra cups down, her breasts came free—full, flushed, and heavy, her nipples tight little peaks begging for my mouth. I leaned in and dragged my tongue over one, then the other, sucking them deep into my mouth, flicking my tongue across the sensitive buds until she cried out, her pace faltering for a second.
I pulled back just enough to look at her as I cupped both breasts in my hands, squeezing them, thumbs brushing roughly over her nipples. She was riding me harder now, faster, her hips snapping down to meet every upward thrust I gave her. The car filled with the obscene sounds of our bodies—the wet, rhythmic slap of her ass against my thighs, the slick squelch of her soaked pussy taking every inch of my cock.
She looked completely wrecked and impossibly beautiful. Her hair had fallen halfway out of its neat knot, dark strands clinging to her damp neck and flushed cheeks. Her lips were parted, eyes heavy-lidded with lust, that perfect professional composure completely shattered.
Her hand slipped between her legs, fingers rubbing tight circles over her swollen clit while she chased her next orgasm. I could feel her pussy tightening around me, fluttering and clenching in that telltale way.
“That’s it, baby,” I growled low in her ear, thrusting up harder to meet her. “Rub that pretty clit while you fuck me. I want to feel this tight little pussy come all over my cock.”
She moaned, loud and broken, her rhythm growing frantic.
“You feel so fucking good,” I whispered, voice strained as I pinched her nipples. “So hot and wet and greedy. No one elsegets to have you like this. Just me. Come on, Joss—let me feel you squeeze me when you fall apart.”
That pushed her over. She shattered with a sharp, desperate cry, her head falling back, breasts bouncing in my hands as her pussy clamped down on my cock in rhythmic, pulsing waves. The pressure was devastating—hot, silky pulses milking me relentlessly.
The sight of her—head thrown back, mouth open in ecstasy, riding me through her orgasm—was too much. Pleasure slammed into me like a freight train. I buried my face in her neck, inhaling her scent, and came with a deep, guttural groan, pulsing hard inside her as I filled her with thick, hot spurts. Her walls kept fluttering around me, drawing out every last drop as we rode the aftershocks together.
