“I want a pay rise,” I whisper.
Arousal dances in his eyes. He likes this game. “How much?”
I lick his balls, and he drops his head back in pleasure. “Ten thousand extra, plus a company car.”
“I don’t have the power to authorize that.” He plays along.
I sit up, acting offended, and then I smile darkly as a new idea comes to me. I look him straight in the eyes. “Twenty thousand and you can take the condom off.”
His eyes darken with an intensity I’ve never seen on any man before. A heavy silence hangs between us.
“Do you want to blow inside me, Judge Masters? Do you want to fill another man’s wife with your load?”
His body convulses. He’s so close to coming. “Fucking hell, Bree,” he cries as he loses the last of his control. “Get the fuck on me… now!”
I smile as I lower myself onto him, wiggling from side to side to try and loosen myself up. He’s so big.
We struggle for a moment until my body opens up and he slides in deep.
“Oh… fuck,” he moans, grabbing my hips.
I ride him, deep and hard. I sit up so that he can fully see me, and I hold the tie between my fingers.
His body rises to meet mine and I know he’s completely in the zone.
God, he’s beautiful…
“Give it to me,” I moan. “Fuck me.”
He grabs my behind and starts to fuck me hard. His tie hangs down in his face and my breasts are bouncing up and down.
“Oh God, this is so good,” I pant as I bounce. “You’re so deep,” I whimper. “So, so deep.”
His face creases together, and he cries out as he comes, the jerking inside of me setting me off, making me climax, too. We move together slowly as we begin to come down, his hands softly running up and down my back.
Our eyes are locked.
He’s quiet, shocked into silence I think. I lay down on his chest and he holds me close. His heart beats hard next to mine as we rest together for a moment.
“I’m glad you’re not my secretary for real.” He smirks against my forehead.
“I kind of am.” I giggle.
“No, don’t remind me that you work for me.”
I smile. “Don’t remind me that you’re my boss.”
He pulls out, removes his condom, and drags me back down over him. His fingers trail up and down my arm, and I can practically hear his thoughts bouncing around.
I stay silent and can’t help but feel he’s different to how he was the other day with me. He seems warmer.
“I’ve got to get going,” I whisper.
“What?” His face falls and his arms tighten around me. “No. Why?”
“Willow has golf this afternoon. I promised her I’d take her.”
“I’ve arranged for my mother to pick up the kids. She’s happy to take them to their activities,” he says.