Page 55 of Brassy Bigwig

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By the time D made it down to the car, he had already sent an email out to his staff letting them know I would be taking a vacation day tomorrow, and he would be working from home. He works very fast.

“Hello, Ms. Gainesworth,” Ivan greets me.

Am I really surprised he already knows my name?

“Hello. Mr. Andino would like for you to pick him up on the other side of the building.”

“Yes, ma’am. Thank you.”

We drive around the block, and I see D waiting at the curb on the East side of the building.

As soon as he gets in, he practically attacks me. You would have thought we’d gone another entire month without seeing each other. I’m relieved D’s car has a partition separating us from Ivan. I’m not convinced he wouldn’t try something even if there weren’t one. He kneels in front of me and mumbles something about being thankful for summer because there are less layers of clothing to go through.

My breathing gets heavier again as he wraps his hands around my legs, at the back of the knee. Pulling me forward until my ass is lined up with the edge of the seat, he pushes my skirt up my thighs and out of his way. I know the moment he spies the wet spot on the red silk between my legs because the hunger in his eyes intensifies.

“I can’t wait until we get home. I need to taste you now.”

Throwing my legs over his shoulders, he rips the soaked fabric from my body and tucks it into the inside pocket of his suit coat before his tongue dives through my wet slit. The groan he makes as he tastes me draws more moisture to my core. He sucks on my clit with heated fervor, and I can feel my orgasm building already. My clit is throbbing, and a heat I haven’t felt in a month seeps into my skin.

“D, I’m not going to take long, and I don’t want to make a mess in your car.”

But he doesn’t stop what he’s doing. Ever since our night in Greece, I’ve squirted every time I’ve come to the thought of him. It’s not something I’ve ever been able to do before. It goes hand in hand with the part of me he unlocked that night.

“I don’t give a fuck about this car. I want to taste you, théa. All of you. Don’t hold back.”

He breaks his hold just long enough to tell me that, and then he’s right back on my clit with his relentless pull. He can sense when I’m about to come because he pulls me farther off of the seat and pushes my skirt all the way up so he can see me better. Thank God the fabric is black. At least it won’t show if it gets wet.

He replaces his mouth with his hand as he holds me in place with his other arm. Rubbing his fingers rapidly over my clit, he doesn’t stop until I’m screaming his name and spraying my release into his awaiting mouth.

Seems silly to have worried about the partition now, I’m certain Ivan heard me.

Drinking it all in, he helps me back onto the seat and leans in for a kiss again. Just before our lips meet, I notice a drop of my cum rolling down his chin, getting ready to fall. My tongue connects with it, and I lick a path up his chin to his lips. I nibble a little on his bottom lip before sliding my tongue back into his mouth. Again, the taste of me on him is different yet surprisingly intoxicating.

“I don’t know which surface I want to fuck you on first,” he explains when we break our kiss again. “I don’t even know if I’m going to be able to wait until we get inside.”

“Thankfully, we won’t have to wait long.”

I nod toward the oddly shaped steel building towering over us as Ivan pulls up under the porte-cochère off of Spruce Street. Without speaking, D exits the car when it comes to a halt. He takes me by the hand, and I barely latch onto my purse before he’s pulling me out of the car.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Andino,” the doorman greets him before pulling the door open for us.

“Cliff,” D nods stiffly toward him as we walk through the door.

He releases my hand for just a moment, only long enough to pull his access card from his wallet. When we’re in the elevator, he scans his card and presses “P” as we begin the long journey to the seventy-sixth floor.

He shoves his card into his pocket and pushes me against the wall of the elevator. Gripping my blouse in both hands, buttons go flying as he rips the material open swiftly and unapologetically.

Seizing my breasts, I wait for him to try and rip my bra from my body like he did my panties. But he doesn’t. Squeezing them, he hoists them upward, and I watch as desire flashes in his eyes. He buries his face in my cleavage before snaking his hand down my body and grasping the hem of my skirt again. Pulling it up until I’m completely exposed, he leaves me feeling both nervous as well as aroused.

At any moment, the elevator could stop, and someone could walk in and catch us. It’s a feeling I both fear and invite.

“Théa,” he moans as he runs his fingers through my soaking wet slit. I watch his eyes roll back, and I can feel his erection poking into my hip. “Anipomono na bo xana mesa su. I can’t wait to be inside of you again.”

I practically salivate over his words as the ding of the elevator sounds. Reluctantly, D pushes my skirt back down, and we exit the car into the penthouse lobby. There are two units, each taking up half of the top story. It’s incredible to think about how large this floor is as a whole. You can fit two of my apartments inside of D’s penthouse alone.Maybe even three.

Turning right out of the elevator, D places his hand on the small of my back as he leads me on shaky legs to his front door. Sliding his key into the lock quickly, he turns the knob, and we nearly fall over one another into the entranceway. As soon as the door is shut and locked, he tosses my purse onto the table by the door then tears the rest of my shirt from my body before slowly unzipping the side zipper of my black pencil skirt.

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