My heart thundered as I leaned against the bathroom counter, heat pooling low in my belly. My panties were already damp with anticipation. The faint hum of the holiday party outside was meaningless now. I waited for Noel to sneak away and meet me.
Noel was my boss—older, married, and completely off-limits. Yet, we couldn’t stop, caught up in a reckless game that consumed us. Honestly, we fucked at every opportunity—we couldn’t get enough. The thrill was addictive, and the sex? Absolutely mind-blowing.
The door clicked open, and there he stood. Noel stepped in, his piercing blue eyes meeting mine—dark, ravenous. The streaks of silver in his perfect hair only sharpened his allure, exuding power. He closed the door firmly, sealing us in a cocoon of secrecy, the world outside fading away.
“This is madness, Holly,” he said, his voice low and rough, tinged with a bit of regret.
“And yet, you’re here,” I whispered, shifting just enough for the hem of my dress to slide higher. Noel’s gaze dropped, lingering on the white lace of my garter.
Noel loved this—the teasing, the torment. The way I played the young, naive assistant while we both knew exactly what I was doing. My fingers slid further down, gathering my dress pulling it higher, inch by inch until my damp silk panties clinging to my wet pussy were fully exposed. His blue eyes stayed glued to every move.
I slid my fingers over the wet fabric, pressing against my pussy, a soft moan escaped my lips. “You see what you do to me?” I murmured, holding up my glistening fingers.
His breath came in uneven bursts as his eyes fixed on mine, his resolve wavering. “My wife is out there,” he said hoarsely. “The entire damn company is just down the hall.”
I stepped closer, my voice a silky whisper. “You love the risk, Noel.” My fingers trailed across his lips, slow and deliberate, still wet with my arousal. His tongue flicked out, tasting me, a crack forming in his restraint. “Remember your office, your car… how hot it was?” I pressed my fingers against his mouth, and he opened for me, drawing them in with a quiet hunger. I paused, letting the weight of the memories settle between us. “And all the other times… you fucked me, Noel. Why stop now?”
“Oh god, Holly,” Noel growled, his hands extending to grab my hips. He pulled me flush against him, his lips crashing onto mine in a kiss that was rough and desperate. His hands slid under my dress, pushing it up around my waist. His fingers hooked into the sides of my panties, tearing them apart with a swift tug. The sound of ripping fabric sent a rush of heat through me.
Discarding the ruined lace, Noel’s hands moved over my hips, gripping tightly as his fingers slipped between my legs to my hot wet pussy running his fingers between my folds, parting them with a deliberate, teasing touch that left me trembling with need.
“Oh god,” I moaned, my wetness spilling down my thighs as he worked me with expert precision, each movement igniting a fresh wave of desire.
Suddenly, he spun me around, bending me over the counter. The cool surface against my bare thighs sent shivers racing through me. His hands gripped my hips. I gasped, feeling his thick hard cock teasing my entrance, pressing firmly against my pussy. The head of his cock brushed my clit, the friction sparking a deep sensation that spread through my entire body, making my back arch, wanting more.
“Please, Noel,” I begged, arching back against him. “Fuck, I need you inside me. Now.”
With a guttural groan, he gave in, plunging into me in one swift, hard thrust. I cried out, overwhelmed by how he stretched and filled me completely, hitting depths that left me breathless. Each stroke was deep, desperate, and unrelenting. My nails dug into the counter, the sound of skin meeting skin echoing in the small room, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through me.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, gripping me harder. “Holly, god, I love fucking you.”
I moaned as his hips shifted, driving deeper, grazing the spot that made me shatter. “Harder,” I begged, my voice quivering. “You know how I like to be fucked, Noel.”
His growl deepened, his thrusts growing harder, faster, his movements frenzied. One hand slipped between my legs, his fingers finding my clit. He rubbed it in firm, precise circles, matching the relentless rhythm of his hips. The pressure inside me built, the pleasure spiralling out of control, my body tightening around him.
“Yes,” I moaned, my voice rising. “Oh god, yes. Don’t stop.”
My orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, crashing over me with a force that left me trembling. My walls clenched around him, drawing a strangled groan from his lips as Noel followed me over the edge. His cock pulsed inside me, spilling his release deep, the heat of it intensifying the aftershocks of my climax. His warmth filled me as the final waves of pleasure coursed through my body, leaving me gasping.
For a moment, the world was silent save for our ragged breathing. Slowly, Noel stepped back, his hands lingering on my hips. I straightened my dress, bending to retrieve the tattered remains of my panties. Smirking, I tucked them into his jacket pocket.
“You owe me a new pair,” I said sweetly, brushing past him toward the door.
“Holly…” he started, his voice raw with tension.
I silenced him with a kiss, soft but brimming with hunger. “Mr. Frost, your guests are waiting.”
As I stepped into the hallway, cum trickling between my thighs and my pussy still tingling a sly smile crossed my lips. Noel Frost, the powerful CEO who ruled the boardroom, might command an empire, but with me? I was the one in control.
