Page 78 of Misdeeds of a Billionaire

“Stand up, Dr. Swan.” Uncertainty slithered through me, but I pushed myself to my feet. A smoldering look in his eyes set me aflame, but my reason warned. “Come here.”

My stomach fluttered at his command and my heart tripped.Stupid, stupid, stupid.

“Byron—” The words caught in my throat. Not that I knew what to say.

“Come here, Odette.” Displeasure colored his voice and memory rushed forward. He’d call me Odette when I was being a bad girl and switch to Madeline when I pleased him. Was it dumb that I wanted to please him? Yes, it totally was. Yet, I couldn’t control my body’s response to him.

Pulling my gaze for a fraction of a second to the door, then back to Byron, he must have understood my concern. He pushed a button and a soft click sounded. And then it was just the two of us, cut off from the world.

I walked around the desk and came to stand in front of him. His hands came to my knees, wrapping around them. The raw need that flashed in his eyes sent a jolt to my core. The hungry touch of his hands as he pushed them further up my dress caught my breath.

The air sizzled and sparked.

His hand reached for my nape, pulling me close to him. Our faces were inches apart and my eyelids grew heavy, inhaling his masculine scent into my lungs.

“Who hurt you, Madeline?” he growled. It was right then that I was lost to him. When he said my name.Madeline.He was the only one who ever called me that.

I shook my head, unable to find the words. My brain grew hazy, the need for him overwhelming everything else. Pain. Desperation. Terror.

“It doesn’t matter,” I murmured. Despite this fucked-up situation, I wanted his hands on me. His mouth on me. “Just kiss me already.” My tongue swept across my lips, wetting them, and the next thing I knew, his mouth crushed against mine. All bets were off. All reason gone. Our mouths molded together, frenzied and frantic.

His groans. My moans as he slipped his tongue into my mouth. Kissing Byron was explosive. Urgent and desperate. Our bodies ground against each other with carnal need. My hand went to his crotch to stroke the outline of his hard cock. He was as big as I remembered, my pussy clenching greedily.

His feral grunt ignited me into flames. The throbbing between my legs intensified. I was drenched already, and we’d barely gotten started.

His lips never leaving mine, he tore off his jacket, then returned his hands to my inner thighs, tugging my dress up to my waist. I moaned into his mouth, my fingers working on his buckle. I needed him inside me.

A million dollars be damned. Ineededhim.

As if reading my thoughts, he pushed my panties aside and slid two fingers inside me.

“Fuck.” We both grunted at the same time.

My head fell back and my eyes fluttered shut. It had been so damn long since someone touched me. His touch felt better than I remembered. Everything about him felt so right.

“Look at me,” he hissed, and I instantly obeyed.

My throbbing core clenched around his fingers. He was my last lover. Six years without a man’s touch was a long time. Six years withoutthis man’stouch was an eternity. His hands gripped my ass for a mere second before the cold surface of his desk hit my flesh, his fingers never once leaving me.

His hard ridge pushed against my entrance. My hands came around his neck, and I hooked my ankles behind him, bucking my hips to feel him against my pussy. My hips arched, grinding against him shamelessly. My core pulsed with an ache only he could ease.

I was on the verge of an orgasm, shivers rolling down my spine, when he suddenly stopped.

“Ass up,” he ordered, hooking his fingers into the flimsy material of my panties. I fell back onto my elbows and lifted my ass, eager to have them off.

Apparently, being older didn’t necessarily mean being smarter.

He pulled my panties down my legs, his palms skimming my bare legs. I thanked all the saints I didn’t have pantyhose to put on earlier this morning. The cold was worth feeling his touch on my skin.

Tucking my panties into his pocket, he moved on to undoing his pants. I reached out to help him, pushing his pants and boxer briefs down far enough to let his cock spring out.

Then without warning, his hands came to my hips and he drove in.

He grunted. I gasped.

I forgot how good he felt inside me. How big he was. My pussy clamped down around him so tightly that his next thrust was shallow. My head fell back at the intensity of it all. I spread my legs wider, needing him deeper. He slid in all the way, filling me to the hilt, making my eyes roll.

My fingers clutched him to me, gripping the fabric of his expensive shirt.