Working under the CEO novel Chapter 32

"Move over; I want the aisle seat" Damon happily obliged, dragging himself over to the other seat. Even though they were the only ones in the entire jet, Mia loved to be demanding in the morning. She plumped down next to him and let out a big chunk of air.

"I'm so tired" She moaned. "And we've got a six-hour flight in front of us."

Unwisely, they'd decided to pull an all-nighter the night before, laying on the bed and gazing at the stars in the sky. Now, ten am LA time; they hadn't had a proper lie down for sixteen hours.

Mia didn't bother to get ready at all. Her hair was messy, and she was wearing a baggy grey hoodie with shorts, the most comfortable you can get for a flight. After they drove back to the hotel, she didn't have much of a choice than to pick the first outfit that looked cosy. The assistant pushed the chair to handle up and leaned into him. Damon carefully ran his finger against her loose strands of hair before patting her head.

"We're gonna try to stay like this for the next six hours," She said informatively, her voice coming out muffled.

"Sounds horrible," Damon said jokingly.

Mia shuffled a bit, getting more comfortable, now resting her head entirely on her boss shoulder. Between the weird noises the plane made as it ascended and her head being a graceful dead weight on Damon's shoulder, she's not sure how she falls asleep. But somehow she does.

The first time she woke up, Mia wakes up to a mostly bright cabin, the sunlight harshly filtering through the glass and lamps above each seat didn't help at all. Looking beside her, she noticed her boss awake, his eyes set on the movie he's put on. As much as he hates people doing anything else other than sleeping through their journey, she couldn't be mad at him. Not when he's intensely focused on the scene unfolding in front of him.

"You missed your lunch," The CEO told her in a hush, eyes still glued to the screen. "They had grilled sandwiches."

"Mmh" She made a noise, not interested in eating anything. They had breakfast only a few hours ago.

"If you want, you can watch this with me. I only just put it on." Damon raised his brow at her.

Mia took that moment to study her boss. He looked as soft as he did before; his hoodie let down to cover a bit of his collarbone. His fringe was tucked to the side, and his pupils are blown and fuck she wanted him so bad. She wanted him for the past couple of months now, but it feels like she's never actually wanted him more than now. Also, there's a realisation in the back of her mind that they'll be in New York soon.

"Want you," She reflected her thoughts and leaned in to kiss him sloppily. A groan escaped his lips at the bold move, his hands flying off the handle and onto her waist. The assistant pressed her palm down on his dick as she kissed him. The CEO pushed himself into her hand, restless and lustful, eyes rolling back.

"Want to ride you."

"Yeah?" He grunted, his fingers gliding down to slide down her globes. There's a wet spot precum soaking the fabric of her shorts.

"Yes," The assistant breathed, nudging at his stomach until he begrudgingly got off of her and leaned on his back. She batted his hands away when he went to shove her shorts down, her own small hands gripping the hem and tugging it down.

She was increasingly aware of how fucking hard Damon was, hissing when she toyed with his jeans button. Hurriedly he helped her tug at the material, his briefs dragging down over his aching length as well.

Her hands wrapped around his cock and began to jack him off expertly. She quickly leaned down and took his cock in her mouth. Mia was staring up at him, her eyelashes wet with tears. The CEO watched as she breathed in deeply, as she swallowed around him, her throat working around his length.

The assistant tongued at a vein on his cock, still breathing deeply, and he was biting his lips, probably holding himself back. Instead, he stayed perfectly still, his muscles tense, quivering, as she slowly traced her tongue around Harry's length. Mia pulled off a bit, her lips sliding slowly, wetly against his skin, before suckling at the head, laving her tongue over the slit.

She did it again and again, took him all the way down until Mia couldn't hold her urges anymore.

"Want to mess up your pretty panties?" He murmured, palming at the lacy material until she whined, grinding into his hand mindlessly. "Ruin them?"

Before she could answer, he hit her spot, making her cry out, hips stuttering and body falling forward in his hold. Suddenly the seat felt too cramped up and tiny, making her difficult to breathe. Or maybe it was just the pressure building inside her. Desperate and begging for release.

"Touch yourself," He said hushed. "Squeeze your tits as I would."

With shaking hands, Mia gripped her chest and pushed her breasts together just like Damon liked to. She whined and whimpered as she slipped one hand under her bra and began pinching a nipple in between her fingers. Damon could see the instant gratification in her face just from a bit of fondling. His eyes softened as she pulled one side of her bralette off her shoulder and teased the puffy erect bud with only the tip of her finger.

"Just like that, kitten" He rammed into her.

Suddenly she shrieked when he rolls them over, instantly pulling her thighs over his shoulders and holding steady as he slammed into her. The seat hit against the wall roughly, creaking as he sped up to an almost animalistic pace. Mia felt the familiar coiling of her orgasm low in her stomach.

"Are you close?" He asked, letting go of her legs for a second so he can frame her face. She choked at that, her cheeks bulging and lips pursed like a fish.

Damon felt her come a second later, head lolling back as he continued the pace from before, reaching down to take her right nipple into his mouth to muffle his groan. He sucked lazily at it, mouth stuffed with wet lace. She whimpered pitifully when her boss pulled out, wincing as he spurted all over her stomach.

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