Page 52 of 21 Nights with Billionaire Boss

I clutch my file tightly and remind myself. The last time was the last.

I tilt my head to look up into his face as he stops before me.

“I’m overworking you, yes?”

I open my mouth to say no, but then he cups my cheek and runs his thumb over my lower lip. A lump forms in my throat and no words can escape.

“You stayed late last night and now you’re at work early.” His throat bobs, his eyes glued to where his thumb dips into my mouth.

I close my eyes and taste the pad of it. Just a little. This is not sex, it’s… reminiscing.

He groans a low sound and my core clenches in response.

“I can make it better,” he whispers.

I run my tongue across the thumb again.

“Can make you feel better.” His voice is raspier. “What do you say, Maddie?”

My eyes split open and I take in his features. His finger slips from my mouth as he lets me speak. “How do you plan to achieve that?”

He glances at the desk. “Just sit on it for me, legs apart.”

My core clenches. “Isn’t that sex?” I sound breathless. “We agreed not to do that.”

“It’s not sex.” In one smooth move, he spins me around, and backs me up to the desk.

I brace myself on his shoulders as he helps me up.

It’s the opposite of what I should be doing. I should be leaving, saying no, sticking to my guns.

But his hands rub up and down my thighs and I find my legs parting, my skirt rolling up to give him access.

My head falls back as he leans in and leaves a hot kiss on my neck. “Should I?”

“We agreed not to.” So why am I arching my back and pushing into his kiss?

“It’s not sex, Maddie.” He kisses down the center of my chest and licks my skin. “Just gonna eat you out. Give you relief.”

I moan softly. I want it. But I shouldn’t. Blurred lines and all that. Julia already suspects. Sure many are already gossiping about it. It’s not okay.

But I want him.

“Yes,” I whisper.

That one word unleashes the beast.

He yanks my skirt up and pulls down my panties. His mouth devours the swells of my breasts with wet kisses and sweet nips.

“Chance…” I whimper, pushing down on his shoulder.

He obliges and lets my breasts go.

His shoulders edge my thighs apart as he presses his lips to my center.

A long moan slips from my throat and I lift my pelvis for better access.

Chance takes it with a growl. His hands clutch my hips tight and he spreads my pussy lips open with hard licks.