Page 23 of The Boss’s Obsession

The private jet sat on the runway, and I couldn’t stop looking at my watch. She was late, and the thought of missing our scheduled departure drove me insane, not because I was angry, but because these days, I looked forward to the time I saw my wife more than anything.

I heard the pilot speaking to someone at the front of the plane, and my heart beat a hard tattoo as I caught the first glimpse of Sienna, striding up the aisle toward me.

“I know, I know, before you say anything, I know,” she called. She looked as stunning as ever, today she was wearing a fitted white dress that flared around her hips, and modestly covered her chest. It was short sleeved, and her lightly tanned arms glowed against the creamy material.

“How was the presentation?” I asked her, leaning forward to help her with her bag.

“It was great. We got it,” she said casually like she hadn’t just secured the investment her digital marketing and PR company needed to flourish.

I fought a grin and simply nodded, reaching for the champagne chilling in a bucket beside me. “Of course, you did.”

“Don’t tell me you expected it? It was a long shot,” she reminded me, settling into the plush leather recliner beside me. I handed her a flute and she sipped it.

“You achieve everything you set your mind to, so why should it be any different?” I asked, clinking my glass against hers. I’d never have expected how the success of someone else could feel like your own until meeting Sienna. She’d been adamant that she wanted to grow her business without my interference or name. She’d even kept her own last name after we’d married. Without the help of Turner Tech or my reputation, she’d worked hard to make her business a reality, and I couldn’t be more impressed or turned on by her.

I set my glass aside and cracked my knuckles. “However, that being said, I do think we have to work on your timekeeping. It’s not good business to keep people waiting, you know,” I teased her.

Heat flamed in her eyes as she nodded, biting her lip, and playing along. She set her glass down on the table and turned toward me, her thighs parting, as she tugged her skirt up a fraction. Suspecting her subtle hints, my hand landed on her knee, and slid upward, under the hem of her skirt. At the first brush of my fingers against her bare, wet skin, I hardened painfully.

“Don’t tell me my wife just gave a presentation without panties on. I’ll have to track down and murder every single person at the meeting,” I warned her.

She laughed. “Not quite. I took them off in the cab on the way over,” she confessed.

I groaned at the mental image. “Ok, so only one person to murder,” I muttered, as she climbed into my lap, straddling me. I leaned back, arching my hips against her, wishing beyond anything that I wasn’t wearing slacks and boxers. Despite the material, I could feel her heat against me.

“So, what’s my punishment for making you wait?” she wondered, rocking her hips. The knowledge that her bare pussy was rubbing against my suit was driving me demented. The cabin was quiet, with no staff around. It was our own jet and the staff was well aware to keep out of the way during the flight. My desire for my wife only grew with each passing year, and since I couldn’t see her during working hours, we were usually touching in some capacity outside them. The only benefit of not being allowed to see Sienna during work was that it cured my workaholic tendencies. I worked normal hours, or even less when I could, and I took every single weekend and vacation that I could.

“Fuck, it’s hard to think when you’re doing that,” I muttered, grabbing her bare behind under her skirt and pulling her more firmly against me. She laughed again and stood up. I went to reach for her, a protest already forming, until she dropped to her knees, pushing my thighs wide so she could fit between them.

“How hard is it to think when I’m doing this?” she asked, with a mock innocence that made my blood boil. No one played games with me like she did. One day, we’d have kids, when she was ready, and our games would have to be confined to our bedroom, but for now, while we had the chance, we took every opportunity to misbehave. For a man who'd been pretty uninterested in intimacy or even pure physical pleasure, my appetite for Sienna surprised even me.

“Impossible. I can’t think at all when you do that, baby, as you know,” I muttered, lifting my hips to help her as she tugged my slacks off.

She grinned wickedly, her hand closing around me. “Good. I don’t want you to think at all. Just don’t finish in my mouth. I want you inside me for that… ok? That’s the deal, take it or leave it.” She arched an eyebrow at me, her thumb moving across the head of me, making me shudder.

“I’ll take it. Fuck, baby, whatever you want, I’ll take it.”

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