Page 62 of Pressure

She stepped out of the office, intent on walking to Lance's. He was leaned against the far wall waiting on her though and gripped her elbow when she got close enough.

Instead of leading her to his office, he led her to the elevator where they rode to the parking garage.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"Home," he bit out.

She smiled to herself. Good. She was hoping for the chance to peel him out of his suit.

A driver was waiting for them in the parking garage. Even though she preferred to take public transportation in Chicago, she was grateful for the quicker ride home tonight.

Soon they were nearly to Lance's penthouse apartment in Lincoln Park.

At the point that they were the only ones in the elevator, she pushed him against the wall and untied his tie. Holding it in her hand gave her an idea and she tucked it in her back pocket.

She had three buttons on his pale pink shirt undone by the time they reached the top floor of the building. He pulled her hands away and pushed her out of the elevator and into his lobby. Yes, his penthouse had its own lobby.

When they reached the living room, he pulled her in for a passionate kiss, but she broke it quickly. "Bedroom," she said pointedly. "I want to fuck you."

He lifted an eyebrow at her brazen statement but turned in the direction of his bedroom.

Once there, he lifted her shirt over her head, but she stopped him and shoved his suit jacket off his shoulders. "I said, I want to fuck you. Not the other way around." He eyed her as he reached for a button on his shirt.

"OK. I'll play along. For now."

As he peeled his shirt off, she leaned forward and caught his nipple in her mouth.

He groaned as the shirt swooshed to the floor and slid his hands into her hair to pull her away from his chest.

Looking him in the eye, she unbuttoned his slacks and inched them down.

"You know you need to take clothes off too if you're going to fuck me," he said as he stepped out of the blue pants.

She shrugged. "I'm not so sure I do. Go lay on the bed."

"Somebody's feeling bossy," he murmured.

Much to her glee, he obeyed and laid on his king-size mattress.

She crawled next to him and straddled his thighs. Hooking his thumbs into his boxers, she yanked them down and freed his hard cock. Bending, she took him into her mouth until he groaned.

Knowing she had him exactly where she wanted him, she slid up his body until she was straddling his chest and captured his wrists in one hand. With the other, she pulled the tie from her back pocket and quickly bound his wrists.

"What the fuck, Marissa? That's enough," he said as he struggled against her.

"Hush," she said, mimicking a tone he'd used with her so often. She tied the leftover ends of the tie to his headboard and slid back down his chest to admire her handiwork.

"Come on, Marissa. You know this isn't my thing."

Bending, she took his cock into her mouth again and he sucked in a deep breath.

"I think it might be your thing tonight," she said as she slid off the end of the bed and peeled her sweater over her shoulders.

"You've been so gentle with me since we got back together. I feel like I need to remind you how it used to be between us, Lance," she breathed as she pulled away from his erection.

"If you want me to be rough with you, love, just let me out of this. See what happens."

Marissa grinned. "No. I think I'll keep you like this for a little while."

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