Page 55 of Dating the Billionaire
He shook his head again.
“And I know you,” she persisted. “I know what you like—what drives you wild.” She wanted him as crazy as he’d just been—wanted him to want her so much that he didn’t care about anything else.
That he didn’t care about everything she’d kept from him. So she touched him, sliding her palms down his muscular back to his butt. And she moved her fingers between his ass cheeks, stroking him where he was most sensitive.
His cock hardened inside her again, pulsating with renewed passion. “You make me crazy,” he said, his voice gruff with desire and frustration. “You make me lose control.”
And he obviously didn’t like it.
But he didn’t stop. He didn’t pull away from her. Instead he began to move again, slower, deeper before the frenzy gripped him again.
And her...
She thrust up with such force that the table bounced beneath her. Cards dropped onto the floor and the liquor bottle tipped over and rolled. She didn’t care if it hit the floor. She didn’t care about anything but Teo.
He focused on her again, bending over so that his mouth reached her breasts. He kissed and nipped, driving her insane with his lips—with his tongue.
The pressure returned to her core, gripping her, driving her mad again with the need for release. She moved her legs, lifting them higher, so that he drove even deeper.
Again and again...
And his thumb found her most sensitive area, rubbing her clit until the sensation alone drove her over the edge. She found madness and pleasure—both of them claiming her mind, gripping her body, making her scream his name again.
He drove deep and came. But he said nothing this time, his jaw taut as if he was gritting his teeth to hold in her name. To hold in his feelings...even as he released his desire inside her.
And she knew she hadn’t reached him, not the way she’d wanted to. Even as he stayed buried deep inside her, she felt him slipping away from her.
Forever.
Panting for breath, Teo leaned his face against hers. And he felt the wetness of tears on her skin. He jerked back, horrified at himself—at his loss of control. He could only hope that her tears were fake now.
Because if they were real...
He was a monster for how he’d taken her—so fiercely. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice cracking with concern. He jerked out of her and away from her. Shocked, he stared at what they’d done. Her hair was tangled around her shoulders, her shirt torn. He couldn’t remember ever losing control that much. Horrified at himself, he asked, “Did I hurt you?”
She shook her head. “No. I’m the one who hurt you. And I’m so very sorry.”
He couldn’t deny that she had hurt him, so deeply that his heart was aching from her betrayal. She’d lied to him—tricked him. Humiliated him...
Knowing that she was all right, he needed a moment to pull himself together. Noticing the door for the restroom, he headed there to clean up—to run cold water on his face. He could only hope that like every other time he’d separated from her after sex, she would be gone when he went back into the office. But when he returned, she was there.
Fortunately she had dressed. And she must have had another uniform somewhere because the shirt was crisply ironed with no missing buttons.
Unlike his.
A hole gapped open over his chest—which was probably appropriate because he felt like he’d been stabbed in the heart. Or maybe the back.
Both.
“Will you let me explain now?” she asked. “Will you listen to me?”
Despite what had happened between them or maybe because of it, he wasn’t ready. He was too raw. Too wounded.
He shook his head. “I can’t.”
“That’s not fair,” she said.
He snorted at her audacity in calling him that. “What’s not fair is you never giving us a chance,” he said. “You lied to me from the beginning. So many times you could have told me the truth. Now I wonder if you ever would have...if I hadn’t still been here when you came back.”