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Oliver sighed, his fingers tapping a slow rhythm on the steering wheel. "You’re welcome to come to the office. I want you there."
"I’m not sure I’m ready," I admitted, biting my lip.
He glanced at me, concern and determination in his eyes. "Sweetheart, what are you afraid of?"
"That people will talk. They know we separated."
"Personally, I don’t give a shit. I don’t answer to my staff."
I snorted. "Easy for you to say. You’re the boss."
"And you’re the boss’s wife," he said, his voice firm. "Do you want to talk about work, or do you want me to make you come?" he whispered in my ear.
I felt a shiver of anticipation. "I choose choice two."
Oliver’s hand slipped between us, finding my cleft through the thin fabric of my dress. I was already wet from thinking about him all day. His touch was electric, sending waves of pleasure through me. If he hadn’t left for the office this morning, I would have made love to him until Vlad came to pick us up.
His fingers stroked me through my white lace thong, hitting the right spot on the first try. Shivers and tingles coursed through me as he brought me closer to orgasm. I dug my nails into his strong shoulders, clinging to the cloth of his polo shirt as I closed my eyes.
"Give it to me, Mrs. Fox," he murmured, his voice low and demanding.
I gripped him harder, throwing my head back and moaning his name as he made me come. My body was on fire, and one orgasm was not enough. As soon as I regained my composure, I clawed at Oliver’s shorts to release him. I needed him inside me as soon as possible.
"Easy, sweetheart," he said as I grazed his erection with my nails.
"I’m sorry. I need you."
"No condom?" he asked.
I clenched my teeth. "Fuck me."
"You’re on top, so I think you’re the one fucking me."
Oliver leaned back against the seat, stretching his arms out and waiting for me to mount him. He stared at me intently, the tip of his tongue sliding along his thick bottom lip. I rose up on my knees, positioning him at my opening, pulling my panties to the side before sinking down onto him. He gasped as I flexed against him.
"Don’t, unless you want me to come quickly."
"Shush."
I leaned toward him, grasping his shoulders as I slowly rode him. He felt so good inside me, slipping frictionless along my walls. As slow as I was going, it didn’t seem to matter. I felt another orgasm building and I stopped, pressing my head against his neck.
"Ryleigh," he groaned, his voice strained. "You’re killing me."
I chuckled softly, nipping at his earlobe. "Good. Now let’s see how long you can last."
His hands gripped my hips, guiding me as I began to move again, slowly increasing the pace. The intensity between us was almost unbearable, every touch, every movement bringing us closer to the edge.
"Faster," he urged, his breath hot against my skin.
I complied, quickening my movements, riding him harder. The pleasure built rapidly, and I felt myself teetering on the brink.
"Oliver," I gasped, my voice breaking. "I’m close."
"Me too, baby," he groaned, his grip on my hips tightening. "Don’t stop."
We moved together, the rhythm frantic and desperate. The world around us faded away, leaving only the two of us, bound together in this moment of pure, unbridled passion.
With a final, shuddering cry, we came together, our bodies trembling with the intensity of our release. I collapsed against him, our breaths mingling, our hearts beating in sync.
