Free My Husband's Boss (Tempt Me Harder Book 1) by Kellie Mason

ONE
    I gripped the leather handle on the backdoor of my husband’s Lexus, digging my 5 inch stiletto heel more firmly into the floor. I felt one of the seat buckles digging into my knee, but I didn’t care – I was too busy being fucked.
    Andrew was gripping the waist of my Donna Karan gown, his cock drilling harder and faster into my dripping slit with each thrust. His fingers clenched the silky fabric, digging it into my waist as he took me.
    I felt his hand leave my gown, the fabric pooling beneath me as he laced his fingers deep into my long chestnut curls, gripping the locks at the base of my neck and pulling my head back. My throat curved back, lean and open, and I let out a guttural moan as his fingers tightened their grip.
    Andrew’s panting increased, and I knew he was close. Letting go of the handle, I snaked my free hand between my legs, finding my clit and pressing hard against it. As I braced myself against the door with one hand and the floor with my heel, I pressed back against my husband, bringing myself to orgasm.
    Andrew grunted, releasing my hair and gripping my hips as he pushed himself deeper, filling me with his pulsing cock. With each spurt of come he let loose, he gave another thrust, ramming into me. I cried out, my clit and pussy pulsing as he came, our moans filling the car.
    At last he pulled out, his thick cock semi-erect and slick. Reaching under the seat, I grasped a small packet of tissues, wiping the come from between my legs as it slid down my thigh.
    I tossed Andrew a tissue before collapsing back on the leather seats, legs askew and gown still over my hips as I caught my breath, feeling my heart race within my chest.
    Andrew wiped the mixture of our juices from his shaft before stuffing his tissue and mine in an empty Starbucks cup at the console.
    “That’s disgusting, you know,” I said, still panting.
    “No more disgusting than what you and I just did, darling,” he replied. I watched as he too slumped back in the seat, slipping his now soft cock back inside his trousers and zipping up.
    I watched as he removed his tie, unbuttoning his cuffs and rolling them up. Despite the fact that he had just fucked me, I felt myself wanting him to take me again – the man had a hell of a way of cleaning himself up post-coitus.
    “Is that what you think of our lovemaking?” I asked, “Disgusting?”
    Andrew chuckled, reaching out to grip my thigh in one firm hand.
    “Only when we’re doing it in the parking garage at The Civic Theatre, and only when we’re finishing an evening at the ballet.”
    “Mmmm,” I purred. “It is a little bit disgusting then, isn’t it?” I slide across the seats and curled up beside him, stroking a hand across Andrew’s muscular chest.
    “Delightfully disgusting,” he said, wrapping an arm around me.
    “You know Andrew,” I said, sliding a hand between his legs. “As much as I love what you do with this cock, we should really talk about that little proposition I made to you last week.”
    I felt my husband smile.
    “And which proposition was that?” Andrew slid his hand across my chest, cupping one large breast in his hand.
    “Oh, you know,” I said, leaning up and throwing a leg over his thigh. “The proposal to fill a second hole for me.” I ran my finger over his lip and down his chin, tracing the fine stubble that had accumulated over the day.
    Andrew gripped my ass, pulling me tight against him. A car was remotely unlocked, and we heard doors open and close.
    “And did you have a plan for this… new addition?” Andrew asked, smirking at me.
    “Do I ever not have a plan?” I asked. “I’ve already picked up several new toys that I want use to start using. Maybe one day I’ll even convince you to wear a strap-on and fuck me in both holes at once.” I kissed him smartly on the mouth before opening the door and sliding out into the parking lot. Andrew followed.
    “You kiss your husband with that mouth?” he asked me, pressing me