Page 42 of 21 Nights with Billionaire Boss

She whimpers, her fingers pulling at my hair, roping down my back, her legs unsteady.

I come up for air and meet languid eyes.

She drags me back down so our mouths collide. I taste her and I’m gone.

There’s nothing else I’d rather do.

Her tongue tangles with mine and I suck on it, wrapping her up in my arms and bringing her closer so we’re chest to chest. Her legs widen to accommodate me between her thighs.

My hands wander and touch the smooth flesh of her exposed thighs and I groan.

I tear my mouth from hers and meet her heavy-lidded eyes.

“I don’t—we shouldn’t be doing this,” she says, but she’s unbuttoning my shirt and pushing slender fingers inside to touch my skin.

“I know.” I kiss her lips, just a quick taste but I’m tempted to keep going. I suck on her lower lip and say between ragged breaths, “Just this once. One last time and never again.”

She gives in with a stuttered moan. “Yes, yes.”

I peel her hands from my body and pin them behind her. “Lean back.”

She obeys and I’m free to explore her.

I unbutton her blouse and a black bra hides her tits from me. Impatient, I tug it down and red rosy nipples pop out. Hard and pointy.

I lick the left one, then the right, unable to choose which to stick to.

She’s writhing, shaking.

I snake my arms around her hips to hold her steady. Her fingers find my hair and clutch.

I’m certain it’ll look a mess afterward. I still have meetings to attend, investors to meet. But I don’t care.

In fact, I want them to suspect. Want them to see her flushed and me mussed up.

I kiss down her trembling belly to the center of her thighs.

Her skirt is trapped around her waist so it takes nothing to slide down her panties. I’m favored with her glistening slit and a thatch of warm brown hair.

I’m panting as I lean in and tongue her open.

She moans loudly, falling back against the desk.

She’s completely open before me now. Both legs spread, pussy lips opening up like flower petals about to be bathed with sunlight.

My cock aches to slide into her wetness, but not yet.

Must give her pleasure first.

Shutting my eyes, I savor her taste with licks, kisses and sucks.

She’s crazy for it, trembling and screaming my name, her fingers pulling at my hair.

“Fuck me, Chance, please.”

I slip a finger into her channel and stroke.

“More, more,” she cries.