Page 381 of The Morally Grey Billionaires Boxset

Rick

I could have ordered her to comply. I could have demanded that she walk around and drop to her knees in front of me. I could have infused my voice with enough dominance that she’d have given in much earlier… But I didn’t.

I need her to agree of her own accord. I want her to trust me to make decisions for both of us.

I need… Her. There, I admit it to myself.

I yearn to feel the touch of her skin under my fingers, the give of her curves as I squeeze them, the jab of her nipple as it pushed into my chest, the…

fan of her eyelashes as they graze my cheek.

I run my finger over the ring on hers, and she swallows.

"Stay with me," I urge her.

And when she nods, that tightness around my chest eases. I tug on her hand, and she stumbles forward. Instantly, I grab her hips and lift her onto the desk.

She squeaks. "What are you doing?"

"Shh." I place a finger on her lips. Her pupils dilate. The black spills out until there’s only a ring of gold surrounding it. She flicks out her tongue and licks my finger. All of the blood drains to my groin. She must realize what she’s done, for the pulse at the base of her neck speeds up.

"Rick—" she begins, but I shake my head.

She subsides. I place my thumb on her lower lip and press down.

She opens her mouth, and I slide my thumb over her tongue.

She sucks on it, and I feel it all the way to the crown of my cock.

I step between her legs, forcing her to widen the gap between them.

She swallows, and the slurping sensation shoots a ripple of lust down my spine.

She releases my thumb with a pop, and I drag it down her chin, her throat, to the hint of cleavage visible at the neckline of her blouse. When I slide it under, she gasps.

"Kiss me," she demands.

I allow myself a chuckle. "You’re not in control, baby."

She pouts a little. "I thought you said I was in the driver’s seat."

"To the extent that if you don’t want this, you can tell me your safe word."

"Safe word?" She blinks.

"Choose one."

"But—"

"Do you or don’t you trust me?"

"I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t," she scoffs.

"Then. Choose. Your. Safe word."

She chews on her lower lip, and goddamn, but my cock seems to be linked to her mouth by an invisible thread. My balls harden, and I widen my stance to accommodate the erection. She senses my movement and glances down. Her cheeks turn bright red. She reaches for my waistband, and I click my tongue.

"Not yet."

She lowers her hand, then looks up at me, a look of petulance on her features. "Then when?"

"When I say so."

"And when will that be?"

"Wouldn’t you like to find out?"

"Are you playing games with me, Stone?"

I wrap my fingers around the nape of her neck and peer into her eyes. "That’s Rick to you."

She bites down on her lower lip and my stomach muscles tighten.

"Say my name," I demand.

She tightens her mouth, and I increase the pressure around her neck. "Don’t defy me," I say in a low, hard voice.

She swallows, then tips up her chin. "Stone."

A flash of lust zips through my blood. I lean in until my breath mingles with hers. "Say. My. Name."

She swallows, her breathing intensifies, then she murmurs, "Rick."

Warmth coils in my chest. My cock extends.

I lower my other hand on her hip and slide her forward so she’s snug against my tented crotch.

She gasps. Her gaze widens further. Her mouth opens in an 'O' that's perfect to wrap around my cock.

The thought oscillates another spiral of desire through my veins.

My heart threatens to burst out of my rib cage.

"Fuck." I push my forehead into hers. "I haven’t touched you properly, and I’m ready to come in my pants like a teenager."

She huffs out a laugh. "Is that a confession?"

"It’s an acknowledgement of how much you weaken me," I admit.

"You weaken me, too, and I’m not sure how I feel about it."

I lean back so I can stare into her eyes.

The connection that stretches between us snaps into place, knotting my heart to hers.

Thump-thump-thump. My pulse booms at my temples, behind my eyes, even in my balls.

I’ve never wanted a woman as much as I want her.

I slide my hand down the curve of her butt and squeeze.

She shudders, opens, then shuts her mouth. "I think I’m going to melt into a puddle right here," she groans.

"Not yet. Not until I’ve had my way with you."

I lower the zipper on the back of her skirt, then step back and set her down on her feet.

I tug on the skirt, and it pools around her ankles.

I unbutton her jacket, push it off her shoulders, then grip the hem of her blouse.

She raises her arms and I pull it up and off, then unhook her bra.

When she brings her arms to her sides, it slides down her shoulders.

I slip it off, then tug both of her hands behind her back.

She looks at me in surprise as I wrap her bra around her wrists, then pull on it to secure it.

It results in her thrusting out her chest so her breasts stand out in prominence.

I weigh them in my palms, and she groans.

"Suck on them, please."

I chuckle. "What did I tell you earlier?"

"That I don’t direct the proceedings?"

"Exactly."

"But I want you to pinch my nipples," she whines.

"Like this?" I squeeze one erect nub between my thumb and forefinger, then twist it. She cries out. I lower my mouth to the other and suck on it.

A keening cry emerges from her lips. She pushes her breast into my mouth, and I nibble on the hard flesh. "Oh god, oh god, oh—"

"Rick." I lick the reddened point of her nipple. "The name is Rick."

"Rick," she gasps out.

Finally, fuck. I straighten and survey her features. "What’s your safe word, Goldie?"

She stares at me. I contort her nipple again, and she groans. Her eyelids flicker down, and I slap her nipple. Instantly, her eyes snap open. "Penalty," she chokes out.

"Your safe word is penalty?"

She nods.

I can’t stop the chuckle that rumbles out of me. "You’re something, you know that? And as a reward..." I reach down and tear off her panties.

She cries out, "Rick, what are you—" but her words are cut off as I stuff her panties in her mouth.

I sink to my knees and push my nose into her pussy.