Page 403 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 1

Eruption - Chapter 26

Monday

I walked past Nita's desk and straight toward James' office. The blinds were still closed from earlier, which usually signified he was in some kind of meeting, but I didn't care. I knocked on the door and opened it before James had time to respond. He looked up from his desk. He still looked as upset as he had when I had left him this morning.

I quickly closed the door and went straight toward him. "I cave too." I sat down on the edge of his desk.

"Penny, if there's something bothering you, I think we should talk about it. Please just talk to me. Tell me what's wrong." He put his hand on my knee.

"The only thing bothering me right now is that you're not fucking me." I pulled off my blouse and tossed it at him.

"If you would just tell me what it is..." His words stopped when I unhooked my bra. I let it slowly slide down my shoulders.

"Is this what you want, Mr. Hunter? To fuck your new intern?"

His Adam's apple rose and fell.

"Because that's what I want. I have a huge crush on my boss." I put my high heel on the edge of his chair, right between his thighs. "I know it's wrong, but I can't stop thinking about you." I knew he was horny. And I knew he'd love this scenario. Him sitting at his desk with his glasses on reminded me of being in his class. He had stared at me like this during his lectures. That thrilling, terrifying feeling that someone might catch us made me feel alive. This put us right back where we had been at the University of New Castle. It felt so right.

He stood up and put his hands on either side of me on the desk. "Everyone's going to know that you're fucking your boss. Everyone's going to know that you're mine."

"If that's what you want, you better make me scream." I grabbed his tie and pulled his face to mine.

His tongue invaded my mouth, claiming what was already his. I began unbuttoning his shirt, trailing my fingers down his pecs and six pack. God I missed him. And I missed bending the rules, or breaking them completely. It made me want him even more. This dynamic never felt wrong. I was never not enough for him like this. I was his escape and he was mine.

I pulled back. "Just this once, Mr. Hunter." I was panting. I couldn't even remember the last time I had been this turned on. It was the same reaction that I had when he said it was going to be a one time thing when he was my professor. It just made me want him even more.

"Just this once?" He raised his left eyebrow. "I better make it memorable, Miss Taylor." He pulled my ass to the edge of his desk and ran his fingers up the insides of my thighs. "You'll never be able to forget me. You'll never be able to scream another man's name."

I whimpered at his words. My whimpers quickly turned into moans as he pushed my thong to the side and slid a finger inside of me.

"Fuck you're so wet." His voice was deep and alluring. I could hear how much he missed me in his words. I was the one he needed. Not Isabella or Rachel or some random girl. He wanted me.

I bit his lower lip and grabbed his belt. "We can skip the foreplay." I unhinged his belt and undid his pants. "I need you. Now. Before we get caught."

He bunched my skirt up around my waist and quickly pulled my thong down my legs. His hands moved back to my ass and he thrust himself deep inside of me.

Oh God.

The groan that escaped his throat sounded more like a growl than anything.

I grabbed his tie again so that his mouth would be back on mine. His fingers dug into my skin as his length moved in and out of me.

It felt like forever since I had felt like this. I had missed this feeling, being so full and so loved at the same time. And all I needed was more. "Harder, James."

"Baby, you have no idea how much I missed you." He thrust forwards, and pushed my back flat against his desk. I heard something crash to the floor and the sound of glass shattering.

"What was... "

He put his lips around one of my nipples and sucked hard.

"Oh God, James."

He sucked on my nipple even harder and hooked his arm under one of my thighs. The position allowed him to thrust even deeper inside of me.

Yes!

He moved his hips faster and faster, building that warm feeling deep in my stomach. Making love to James was sometimes allI wanted. But this raw intensity was what I really needed. I craved this more than anything else. I loved how rough he was. And how he knew how to manipulate my body into putty in his hands. I was always at his mercy. He tilted his hips, hitting the spot that always pushed me over the edge.