Page 124 of Billionaire Bachelor

I bit my lip when he ran the pad of his thumb over the dampness. “Is this for me, Miss Montgomery? Is your pussy aching, begging for my mouth? My cock?”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I whimpered when he slipped beneath the fabric and ran his finger down my slit.

He gave me a wolfish grin. “Oh, I’d like that very much and I suspect you would, too.”

“God,” I panted as he pushed one long finger inside me. I moaned shamelessly when he added another.

He closed his eyes as he pumped in and out, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away. From the sheer ecstasy on his face. From the fingers gliding in and out of my body. From the muscles bunching beneath his shirt. I was memorizing every minute detail in that moment, reveling in how incredible it felt.

I must’ve been losing my mind, I’d decided. There was no other explanation for why I was more turned on than I’d ever been in my life. How did we even get to this point, I wondered? Two minutes ago, we were talking about luaus, and now, my boss was finger fucking me on his desk.

Mr. Maxwell’s eyes snapped open. “Fuck. You’re so tight. So goddamn wet. If I had known you’d be this responsive, I would’ve done this a helluva lot sooner.”

“Stop talking,” I whined.

He released a throaty chuckle. “Make me.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Bastard.”

He winked. “Never claimed not to be.”