Page 9 of Billionaire's Black Assistant

Sheri braced a hand on the roof as Dean teased her breast with that wicked mouth. Her hips helplessly rocked against his, causing the moisture to spread through the expanse of her panties. This was so unrestrained, so steamy. No one had ever made Sheri lose this much control. All that made sense was the pleasure and the thrill of Dean’s mouth sealed around the tip of her breast, of his touch, hot and possessive as his hands trailed up her thighs, beneath her dress.

He growled low in his throat as he cupped her ass and pushed her hard against his erection. Sheri was just as aggressive, bringing both hands to his head and lifting his face to kiss him while they ground against each other. Dry humping in that small space, they were intent only on the stormy heat between them.

When Dean’s fingertips brushed across her lace-covered sex, she almost cried out. His hand was trapped between them as he reached even more daringly for her moist center. Side-stepping her panties, he slipped in to stroke her smooth-shaven mound. He’d barely even started to touch her and Sheri already knew she was too close to coming, hard.

Their lips were locked in a slickly uninhibited dance, their tongues frequently meeting to tango in the open air. Months of decorum flew out the window, boundaries were shot down, and even rationality seemed lost. Dean certainly felt like his last shred of control would snap, at that moment he felt Sheri run her hand down his chest to his stomach before resting on his straining fly. When she wrapped her fingers around his shaft and squeezed, they both groaned in unison. He was so painfully hard now, he could rip through the barrier of his pants.

“Unbuckle my pants,” he rasped. Her eyes shot open at that command, and she drew back sharply. For a moment she seemed lost, disoriented.

“Do it, Sheri.”

Damn, he just got impossibly harder with the way the edge in his tone had her submissive side kicking in. Her hands lifted to work on his belt, whimpers escaping her parted lips as Dean relentlessly drove his fingers inside her, seeking her secret button. She clawed at his belt and pants, finally freeing him as his member reared proudly from the opening of his fly. She gasped, staring wide-eyed down at the beast she’d uncovered. He smothered a grin and instead, sucked her hard nipple into his mouth.

“Oh God!” Sheri cried out, lost in her pleasure. Her head tilted back, and he felt her thighs vibrate around his burrowing hand. Deep inside her, she contracted on his fingers, drenching him. She was almost painfully tight, and it made his head ready to implode at the thought of how she would feel around his shaft.

His body was screaming for him to take her – just rip her panties off and impale her on his rock-hard stem, standing straighter and harder than it ever had before. When he took her hand and wrapped it around his length, she buried her face in his neck and whimpered, but didn’t snatch her hand away, even when he let her go.

Dean only just realized the mistake of letting her touch him because the moment she stroked her fingers up and down on him, it was like setting off a fuse in his brain. Shit! Any second and he’d be spurting all over her hand. That was how damned much he wanted her. The circumstances also added to the overriding excitement. Out here, virtually in public, his hot assistant was letting him pleasure her and explore her deepest mysteries. How far would she let him go if he persisted?

Dean would never get to find out. Suddenly, there was the noise of a vehicle blaring its horn, sending lights flashing behind their car. Sheri cried out in alarm and buried her face inside his shoulder. He held her protectively against him, feeling her body quiver. Moments later, he was whispering soothingly in her ear, “It’s okay. Just a car passing, they’re gone now.”

She gasped aloud and shoved at his chest before diving into the passenger seat and hurriedly straightening her clothes. Dean almost groaned at that last glimpse of her swollen, chocolate-nugget nipple before her beautiful breasts were covered. Combing her hair back with shaky fingers, she finally turned to face him angrily.

“Are you happy, now? Do you realize how close we were to getting caught? What if that had been the cops?”

Damn, but she was even sexier when she was angry, that lovely skin flushed and her big brown eyes blazing at him. Already having straightened up himself, yet still much aware of his far from lessened erection, Dean sighed and fought down a grin. “It’s been a while I felt like a kid with my hands caught in the cookie jar,” he mused. Then flickered his gaze darkly over Sheri’s trembling frame as he added, “Though, I definitely liked where my hands had been just moments ago.”

She scoffed loudly and tossed her head to the side. “You know what, forget it. This is partly my fault. I should never have trusted you. Women are just toys to you.”

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