Page 17 of Billionaire's Black Assistant

Sheri did not expect what happened next or how the image of her body brought on the most primal urges within Dean, all at the same time. He grabbed her by the hips, all but dragging her onto him as he settled into the nearest chair. In a blur of motions, he quickly manipulated her pliant body to rest face down over his lap, and Sheri gasped out a laugh.

“This isn’t exactly how I pictured it, but am I about to get a spanking?”

Her coy little enquiry was answered instantly with a firm smack on her ass. Her body jumped slightly in reaction, one that was more in surprise than hurt. How was it possible to hear the slap so loudly, yet feel the deliberately gentle impact? The slight sting intensified when Dean lifted a hand and thwacked her again, harder.

She moaned out loud, unable to keep from rotating her hips enticingly. He swore aloud, she giggled. He spanked her again and again, all around her ass, making it throb. She counted six times. Then, he leaned over and sank his teeth into the fleshy mound, making her gasp.

The sensation of his carnal bites into her buttocks which he followed with hot, long licks and sucks, the rasp of his designer stubble felt electric against her skin – Sheri was shocked by how aroused she’d become, especially feeling him poking stiffly into her abdomen with his erection. He had her aching and dripping within her twitching channel.

Oooh, he was so animal. His big hands parted her smooth cheeks and rimmed the white lace of her underwear in search of her moist, saturated center. From the pressure of his fingers, she could tell he’d been pushed to his limits. Before she knew it, he’d ripped at the cotton panel encasing her sex, and then shredded the rest of the lace from her body, yanking the tatters off completely.

It seemed almost impossible to believe they were doing this here, now. But then, for a large-cabin aircraft, the plane’s highly efficient engineering ensured it delivered not just speed, but an incredibly smooth ride. That didn’t stop Sheri’s excitement from escalating, just at the thought of doing something like this while flying. It seemed almost illicit and even kinky. Goodness knows what the cabin crew think about the disappearance of the CEO and his assistant into the master suite!

Sheri was whimpering and gasping, hearing Dean’s answering groan as he gathered her generous mounds in his palms, yet knowing there was just too much even for his big hands to grab hold of.

“See how crazy you make me? I can’t even give you a damned spanking without going off track,” he growled.

Sheri muffled a chuckle with the back of her hand. “Seems fair, since you never even told me my crime,” she teased.

He gently pulled her upright and had her sit across his laps. His hand grasped her chin and tilted it so he could hold her shy gaze. “Do you want me?” he asked.

“Yes,” she whispered, teasing smile slowly fading.

“Then, will you trust me?”

She sucked in her bottom lip, and shook her head. “I can’t.” Before Dean could reply, she grabbed his coat lapels and shoved the material down his broad shoulders. Then, she lifted up his turtleneck jersey over his head and tossed it aside. Grabbing his face, she kissed him, but moments later, he was pulling her back again.

“So what is this, just us being slaves to our desires, being reckless and free?” asked Dean, his gaze narrowed. “Much as the idea pleases me, for some reason, I feel odd.”

Sheri roamed her hands over his shoulders and chest, loving how smooth and athletic his muscles were and how beautiful he was without the sexy designer apparel he wore. Never had a half-naked man made her feel so hot and freaky.

But Dean wouldn’t be sidetracked, grabbing her wrists and shaking her slightly. “You’re terrified of me, aren’t you? You always have been. I’m far from perfect, it’s true, but the fact that you’re keeping things locked away from me…I don’t like it.”

Her eyes rolled skywards, frustrated with the scenario. Her naked, juicy sex was planted on his lap, her breasts aching with how full of desire they were, barely held in by their cups. She was on fire for him, but all he wanted to do was talk?

“Dean, maybe you shouldn’t ask for answers I’m just not ready to give,” she said softly, eyes downcast. “Because then I’m going to start questioning even going this far with you. I don’t want the chance to change my mind. We both know this is a mistake.”

“So, why can’t why can’t we fight it? Why does it feel so good?”

“Still too many questions,” breathed Sheri, her head lowering slowly to his. Her eyes fluttered closed to shield her from the stark intensity in his, feeling his firm lips soften beneath hers, even as anger seemed to edge his passionate response.

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