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Chapter 13 by CxSeth CxSeth

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Roche's hand on her skin was so... warm, strong, possessive, reassuring... It was only when the limo started moving again that Melissa snapped back out of her reverie. She was drifting in and out of focus, and had been all evening. How did she even get here?

It seems like just moments ago they had been at the restaurant, finishing their meals, ready to head their seperate ways for the night. Melissa had agreed to far too many terms and concessions in order to keep Roche from forcing her company out of his building, and it wouldn't be the last time the two would be seeing each other, but she was strangely satisfied with how the evening had gone. But then Roche suggested paying a visit to the building in question, his building, and she just... agreed. And suddenly she was here, in the back of his limo, cut off from everything but Roche, and his hand, slowly moving up her leg.

It had started on her arm, when he helped her into the backseat, wordlessly guiding her to sit right next to him, even though they were alone, and there was plenty of space to sit apart. But it's what he wanted, and he was in control, so she didn't object. There was an odd comfort in letting this older man exercise power over her. Perhaps that's why she didn't object when his hand appeared on her knee, next, just below the fabric of her dress. Besides, he was talking, and it would be rude to interrupt. And when his hand started moving up, centimeter by centimeter, he had just asked her a question, and so she was too busy explaining her company's plans in the coming months to worry about where his hand would be in the coming moments. He stopped about halfway up her thigh, to Melissa's combined relief and frustration, giving light little squeezes and pats as the limousine broght them closer and closer to his building.

When he started to go on about his other businesses, properties, and projects, Melissa found herself losing track of the conversation again, her eyes looking over her new landlord with newfound appreciation. She normally didn't go for older men, but somehow she knew that Roche was exactly her type. Those thick arms would have no issue picking her up or tossing her down into whatever position he chose, and she was curious to see exactly how fit the rest of him was beneath the custom-tailored, designer suit he wore. In particular, she found her eyes drifting down, to where a thick bulge had developed in his trousers. There was little doubt that he had the tools to satisfy her, physically speaking. And how long had it been since she was with a man who was truly capable of taking charge, of putting her in her place, both in the bedroom and in the corporate world?

The limo carefully rolled to a stop, once more pulling Melissa from her drifting thoughts.

"We're here," Roche told her, giving her exposed leg a firm squeeze. Melissa carefully exited the vehicle ahead of him, and wasn't surprised when he wrapped an arm around her waist. "Now for the tour. I'm looking forward to seeing everything, Melissa."

"Yes," She agreed, her voice slow and distant, "Everything. Of course..."

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