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“Oh come on, not again,” Jisu complained when the elevator stopped; it was the third time it had malfunctioned that month.
She pressed the emergency button several times, but it didn't seem to work, nor have enough signal on her cell phone to let anyone know.
“Remember to hire a different elevator repair company,” Minho replied.
“Yes, boss.” She hurriedly typed a note on her cell phone so she wouldn't forget. Her long painted fingernails made a pleasant sound against the screen. “Do you think it'll take long to get us out of here?”
“Are you in such a hurry to get rid of me?”
“We should have been on lunch break for a while now,” she replied. “And since we're the last to leave, I fear they won't find us until they get back. I'm hungry.”
Minho pulled up the sleeve of his suit jacket just enough to see his watch. He stood for a few seconds in silence, probably thinking of something that Jisu knew might get them into trouble.
“We have a bit less than an hour then.”
“There are no locks here.”
“That makes it more exciting.” Minho's mischievous smile was adorable and dangerous.
The height difference that wearing heels gave her only made it easier for Minho to reach her neck. His mouth found it easily, licking the sensitive skin under the collar of the shirt she wore, which he had just unbuttoned the top button.
She slipped her fingers through Minho's slicked-back hair, caring little how they might look when they left. She clutched at his locks when, after unbuttoning the second button of the shirt, Minho buried his teeth in the space between the collar and shoulder. She knew it wouldn't show there, that they should keep it a secret like they had been doing for months, but a part of her was eager to be able to show everyone the marks he loved so much to leave on her skin.
A furtive hand snuck under her shirt as he unbuttoned the third button. His fingers brushed the sensitive skin of her nipple over the lacy bra she wore, instinctively making her back arch in search of pleasure.
“I was the one who was hungry,” she teased, trying to stifle a moan when her boss's tongue found her other nipple.
In response she received a bite that made her knees quiver slightly.
One of Minho's hands reached under her pencil skirt, lifting it just enough to knead her bubble butt.
“You don't know how hard it's been to not stare at your butt every time you walked in and out of the office,” he purred.
Minho knelt in front of her, finally lifting her skirt to expose her hard erection. Her lacy panties had a wet spot where her tip was, which seemed to be fighting against the delicate fabric to be released. The way Minho looked at her through his long eyelashes, licking his upper lip as if he were facing the most delicious meal, made her throb needily.
Jisu had to lean against the nearest wall when she felt her boss's pouty lip against her tip, sucking it, circling it with his tongue, licking it slowly. Only when the lace was soaked wet did he push them aside to finally free it.
She covered her mouth with her hand to avoid attracting the attention of any strangers passing nearby, trying to hold back the moans that struggled to get out of her as Minho began to take her entire length into his mouth. In a very short time he had gotten used to being able to take it all the way in, even with how long and thick it was, and it only drove Jisu crazier.
Why did he have to be so perfect but she couldn't tell anyone?
She felt her boss's sharp nose buried in her pubes. Tears started to collect on his long lashes, making his gaze glisten.
“Baby,” she moaned as she started to move. “I'm not going to last if you continue like this.”
“Then fuck me,” he replied huskily.
“Fuck, yes, come here.” She held him by the back of the neck and kissed when he rose, covering his lips with garnet lipstick.
She reached for the button of his pants, unbuttoning it with great skill and letting it drop, freeing Minho's cock, who as usual wore no underwear. Their hard erections rubbed in search of pleasure, but she had an order to fulfill. She hurriedly reached for the pocket on the inside of her jacket. She had become so used to carrying a small bottle of lube inside that no longer even noticed its presence until it was needed. Easily uncapping it, Jisu poured some of its contents over her fingers, warming it up before rubbing it against her boss's entrance. Their mouths met again as she worked on opening him.
Jisu loved how hard and serious Minho could look in front of his employees, and how he became a squishy but demanding blob during sex, asking for those kisses he so desperately needed, moving against her fingers to finish preparing him faster, melting into her arms when she found that spot that made him moan.
“Jisu please,” he whimpered, moving against her fingers.
“Begging so soon?”
Minho bit his lip and gave her a sharp stare, as if he was proving that he could hold out without begging again. When she rubbed his sweet spot again, his expression faltered, breaking into a moan.
She pulled her fingers out from inside him and made him turn around. That he was facing the mirror was no accident. She poured on lube and rubbed her cock against his entrance, stretching the teasing longer than necessary, waiting for a new plea that didn't come.
As much as Minho tried to play hard, she knew how to handle him, how to drive him to the most pleasurable madness.
Jisu thrust very slowly into him, feeling every inch until she was fully inside, then gave a little extra thrust with her hips, making sure to go as deep as she could.
“Look, pretty,” she whispered in Minho's ear, holding him by the chin to make him look in the mirror in front of them.
She could see in the reflection how he was biting his lip, making his bunny teeth peek out. Jisu continued down to where the now watchful gaze of her boss was. His tummy was bulging, showing part of the shape of her cock nestled inside. She took one of his hands and guided it to the bulge, pressing down on it and feeling it throb inside him. Minho's eyes rolled as he let out a high-pitched moan. If someone passed near the elevator they might hear them, but it wasn't something they cared enough to be a problem at that moment either.
“Please, move,” Minho pleaded.
"What for? I'm sure you can cum just watching."
“Honey,” he whined, trying to move against her.
Jisu stopped him, squeezing him by the tummy to press their bodies together, applying pressure on the bulge delightfully.
"What would everyone think about you if they saw their boss begging to be fucked by his secretary? Hmm?" Minho let out another moan. "That's what you want, pretty? Let everyone see how well I fuck you?
“Yes, yes. Please.”
“Then let's show them.”
She began to move slow and deep, just the way she knew he liked it. Minho leaned against the mirror, his gasps and moans fogging and dampening it.
His jacket had slipped off one of his shoulders, his hair pointed in all directions, and a trickle of saliva slipped from the corner of his lips. It should be illegal to be so perfect.
She grabbed one of his thighs and lifted it, changing the angle to go even deeper than before. Minho's greedy hole was squeezing and sucking her as if he wanted to lock her inside him forever, making the heat in her belly flare up at full speed like a fire.
Jisu brought her hand to his neglected cock, jerking him off at the same pace as she thrust into him, faster and faster until her movements became erratic.
In the elevator, all they could hear were their increasingly accelerated panting, accompanied by the sound of skin against skin. They no longer cared if they could be caught.
“Honey,” mumbled her boss, bringing her hand to the bulging area so she could feel it. “I— ah!
”Cum for me, pretty,” she whispered in his ear.
His whole body twitched, let out a guttural moan and soiled the wall under the mirror. Jisu couldn't hold it in either as he squeezed around her, filling him until his belly bulged even more.
She hugged and held him, knowing that after cumming, his athletic body always turned into a gelatinous blob.
An exhausted Minho lay against her with his eyes closed. Sweat trickled down his forehead and disappeared under the collar of his shirt, just like his blush. She could feel his slight shivers as he recovered from the intense orgasm.
Jisu smiled, stroking the chin of the pudding in her arms like a cat. “Everything okay, baby?
”Mhm,” he purred, leaning closer against her chest.
She covered him in kisses, losing what little lipstick she had left and it was now smeared all over Minho's face.
“If I let go will you be okay?”
“Don't go.”
“I'll be a moment.” She kissed him one more time before pulling out of him.
Jisu searched in the briefcase that had been left forgotten on the floor for a packet of wipes. She wiped first Minho and then the elevator wall they had stained, finishing up with herself.
She almost couldn't help him put his clothes on properly, as her clingy cat nuzzled her, grumbling for leaving him. She kissed his nose and fixed as best she could his hair, though it didn't seem to have a solution. It wouldn't be a bad idea to add a small brush to her briefcase for those occasions.
“What would you do without me as your secretary, hmm?” She smiled, stroking his cheek.
“Get really bored in an elevator,” he replied grinning lazily. His chin was resting between her boobs and yet, his gaze was too sweet.
“Stop making me heart eyes,” she grumbled blushing. “You look like you're in love with me or something.”
Minho's smile only widened, he squeezed her in his arms and kissed her so softly, that she needed nothing more to confirm his feelings for her.