Page 54 of Her Billionaire Boss

Marshall had asked me if I was hangry.

I was, but snacks would not have helped for my particular type of hangry.

At least, I had a private bathroom.I had no doubt in my mind that Matt would have loved delivering these orders while I hid in the last stall of a public restroom, desperately trying to stifle my gasps and moans while people went about their day all around me.

Yes, I was into exhibition, but not when I had to see these people later.

I was close, so close that if I were less obedient, I would have let myself come.“I have to stop.”

“Good, princess.You’re so good at following orders.”The praise alone could have made me orgasm, so it was a good thing I’d already pulled my hands away.

I pressed my aching thighs together.

“It’s almost over,” he said, his soothing tone almost mocking.“Soon, you’ll be riding my face while I fuck you with my tongue.”

“Oh god,” I whimpered.

“Tell me that’s what you want,” he instructed.

“I want to ride your face, my dragon,” I answered automatically.“I want you to fuck me with your tongue.”

“Good.Come to my office at five.”

Even though I only had to wait for an hour, it seemed like ages.I cleaned out my inbox while impatiently bouncing on my chair, the only thing easing the throbbing between my legs.At five o’clock, I logged out of the system, grabbed my stuff, and hurried to Matt’s office.

His assistant looked up as I approached.“Mr.Ashe isn’t here.”

I blinked at her.“What?”

“He’s gone home,” she explained, as if she wasn’t delivering the most confusing, infuriating news I’d ever received.

“He was my ride.”In more ways than one.

She nodded and picked up the handset of the multi-line phone.“A car is all arranged for you.Should I tell them you’re on your way down?”

“Yes, please.”I was already texting Matt, my thumbs flying across the keyboard so fast, I swore a little puff of smoke came up.What the fuck?!

His response came when I reached the elevator bank.Sorry, I was called away.I’ll meet you at home.Edge in the car on the way.

I squeaked in indignation, startling the man waiting beside me.

“Sorry,” I muttered.

By the time I reached the lobby of the building, I was furious and furiously turned on.I’d already been amped up on anticipation, and now he’d delayed gratification even further.

He was too good at this.

“Ma’am,” the driver said, and I nodded to him.He was a company driver; someone I didn’t know.It was a nice touch; I wouldn’t feel like I had to make conversation.In fact, the divider was already up.I got into my seat and waited until the car pulled away to unzip my pants.

The company fleet was made up of ridiculously expensive chauffeured vehicles, Maybachs with glass roofs that were lovely for views of the city, but which left me feeling completely exposed.I was pretty sure no one would be able to see in; the windows on the side were tinted, so the roof probably was, as well.Still, I loved the familiar, naughty thrill of touching myself while the people in the cars around me had no idea what was happening right beside them.

I slipped my hand inside my panties, but my trousers were too tight to comfortably access my clit.Feeling braver than I possibly should have, I worked my pants and lacey underwear down to my knees.

My wet pussy smeared on the leather seat.I didn’t know how I would explain that.

Touching my clit directly was dicey; I was ready to explode from the sheer depravity alone.I pushed my fingers into my cunt and pumped them a few times, but I needed more.I popped a few buttons on my blouse and reached in to cup my breast and rub my thumb over my straining nipple.

I needed to come like I needed oxygen.I needed a cock pounding into me.I needed—