The Boss’s Hot Wife

I locked eyes with Irene.

Her face was flushed, soft and pink, and she said in a low voice, "Chandler, you've got some nerve. My husband's right here."

I moved closer and sat beside her, my gaze fixed on the faint outline beneath her blouse. "What's there to be scared of? That feeling just now was pretty exciting, wasn't it?"

Irene hesitated, then gave a small, shy nod.

This woman. Just hours ago, she was talking about firing me. Now she was sitting there, letting me do whatever I wanted.

Like they say, the only road to a woman's heart is the one down below.

Seeing that she wasn't resisting anymore, I reached out without hesitation and grabbed hold of both her soft mounds.

Damn. If I had known Fabian would ask me for this favor, I would've been groping her at work every single day.

Irene actually seemed like she was enjoying it. She even started undoing her own buttons.

And then her big, perky pair just bounced right out in front of me.

So big. So pale. So damn sexy.

Her soft curves squirming under my palm, changing shape every which way I wanted. Irene leaned back in her chair, completely giving in, savoring every second of it.

From the kitchen came the loud clatter of dishes. Irene tensed, clearly afraid he might notice. After a while, she reluctantly pulled her clothes back together.

"Okay, that's enough. He might see."

Only then did I pull my hands back. The look on her face, flushed and dazed, filled me with a quiet satisfaction.

A moment later, Fabian came back from the kitchen, wiping down the table.

Irene immediately stiffened, her expression uneasy, as if she were sitting on pins and needles.

"I'm going to the restroom," she said quickly. "You two talk."

Her legs pressed tightly together as she hurried off, disappearing into the bathroom.

The way she moved made it obvious. She couldn't take it anymore and was going to take care of it herself.

Fabian glanced at me, confused, then leaned in and asked under his breath, "Why does she look so worked up? Have you made a move already?"

I nodded. "Everything's on track. Tonight, I'll finish the job."

Fabian glanced toward the bathroom, then tilted his chin at me. "Go in now. And don't say I told you to."

"Got it."

I got up and headed to the bathroom. Through the frosted glass door, I could just make out a gorgeous silhouette inside, standing with her legs apart.

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding. Then I pushed the door open.

Sure enough, Irene was in there taking care of herself. Her skirt was hitched all the way up to her waist, and I had a full, unobstructed view of everything from her thighs on down.

It was absolutely beautiful.

The moment she saw me step in, she panicked and yanked her skirt back down.

"Wh-what are you doing? Who told you to come in?"

Her voice was full of fake anger, but I didn't give a damn. I just shut the door behind me and slowly walked toward her.

"Feeling all frustrated, huh? Let me help you out."

Irene hadn't expected me to be this forward. She froze, crossing her arms over her chest like she was protecting herself.

"D-Don't you dare. Fabian is still right outside. Get out. Now!"

I yanked her skirt right up to her waist, my thick hardness pressing against her most private place.

"So what if he finds out? I'm not scared of him."

Women like a man who takes charge. The second I got aggressive, Irene was already soaked through. Her whole body went soft and pliant under me.

As it turned out, the best aphrodisiac in the world is just a little danger.

I pinned her hands down on the toilet seat, her round bottom sticking up high in the air.

"No… Please don't… Fabian is right outside…"

I pressed myself against her soft, pink core, gripped her slender waist with both hands, and thrust forward hard.

She completely lost it. Her legs gave out, and she nearly crumpled to the floor.

"Hmm… Oh… Go easy…"

"Stop pretending you don't want this. Let me take care of you."

The second the words left my mouth, I undid my pants, took myself in hand, and lined up with Irene.

And she actually arched back to meet me.