starter for @blushdrunks slightly based on this?
Price should've shown smoe restraint. Their relationship has gone far beyond what HR would find acceptable for a CEO and his employee. But she was sweet and kind to him, through his divorce. Running a company was already difficult enough. Now he was sneaking around with a younger girl—cuddling and kissing her when she needed. Naughty messages which ended in nights where he was touching himself; never getting an evening alone with her until tonight. He knew she was untouched. It was obvious in the way her body ground against his whenever they made out or the way she shuttered when he gripped her thigh. Tonight would be the night he takes her purity—fully cementing her as his—the same day his divorce was officially finalized.
The air was cold and rain was pouring. It hadn't turned cold enough for the droplets turn to snow and the leaves still presented the tinge of green, as if they were fighting to stay in the summer. Patter of weather hit the top of the expensive car, while the male moans at the feeling of her hips grinding against hers. They were still clothed and tortured by the fact that their skin was seperated by their dressings. He's kissing her with proud intensity—wishing he could share their passion with the world. But something about the secret felt fresh. It was special, what they had. He was sure of it.
Outside the window was his large home—not quite a mansion, but a spacious living space. It was a quick purchase, so to seperate himself further from his ex-wife. She won the mansion in the settlement. For a second he pulls away and looks to the building. "We shouldn't do it here... I don't want your first time to be in my car." He laughs, letting his hand cup her cheek as he watches her with heart-filled eyes. Price could feel the excitement eminating from her body. "It should be special... Because you're special." Cheesy as it was, he solidified it with a kiss. "Let's get in there... I have some celebratory champange in the cellar."
