Page 59 of The Reluctant Billionaire

That was the most intense orgasm ever, thanks to Aide’s magic mouth and hands. I attempt to catch my breath, gather my wits, as I rub my forehead into the sofa cushion.

‘Jesus, you’re delicious,’ he says behind me. He presses a kiss to my clit as he slides his fingers out of my body. I’m instantly bereft. I’m going to need to fill myself up with a lot more Aide, and quickly.

I rear up to my knees and stretch like a cat as he collapses on the sofa behind me. When I turn, he’s sitting, his head lolling on the back cushions and his face watchful. Intense. A glance at the insane tent in his trousers tells me the poor guy must be in some discomfort.

He is a sight for sore eyes. I may have bawled him out for his deception and given him some grief about not being interested in this monied version of him, but I’d be lying if I said the man in front of me isn’t spectacular.

Powerful.

Arousing.

It’s a lot to process. I came in here pissed off and devastated that Aide wasn’t the guy I thought he was, and I’m reeling.

Reeling because we’ve had so many connections in our past, and I failed to spot any of them.

Reeling because I honestly thought the billionaire thing would be a massive turnoff where Aide is concerned and yet I’m blown away by and desperate for more of the man I see before me.

And, you know, reeling because he’s just delivered me one of the best orgasms of my life.

Basically, it’s all broken my brain.

I gaze into those incredible blue eyes of his as I edge towards him on my knees and throw a leg over him. The stuff he was saying to me when he was going down on me, about him being a CEO and me being in his office, got me so hot before he even put his mouth on me.

I’m not going to lie; it felt kind of porno, and in a reallygreatway. You know,Fucking the CEO.I’m also up for its sister title,Sucking the CEO.I’m the co-founder of a massive business and a major power player in my own right. I usually scoff at the idea of some guy using me as his plaything, using me to make him feel more powerful. But in this moment, the dynamic is seriously doing it for me.

It’s partly to do with how fucking hot Aide looks like this. Obviously, the guy could dress himself in Lidl carrier bags and he’d look gorgeous. But the immaculate white shirt and perfectly cut black trousers really enhance his looks, his demeanour, hiseverything.I was here for the BBB—Basic Builder Brawn, where all his primal charms were laid out for me on a platter.

But here, in his office, clad in the beautiful custom uniform that’s supposed to denote restraint, civility, his animalistic side is even more alluring.

The uniform is a foil. A pathetic, inadequate shield against the man Aide really is. He’s just shown me the tip of the iceberg.

I think back to his words just now.

If you think for a second there isn’t an animal lurking in plain sight here, you’re even less observant than I thought you were.

I mean, fuck. How is a girl supposed to respond to a line like that when it’s growled at her while said animal fixates her with his predatory blue eyes?

When he said that, I knew I didn’t stand a chance against him. I didn’twantto. I knew in that moment that the throw-down with this new version of Aide might be even more savage than what I’ve experienced at his hands so far.

I was right.

I take him in as I lower myself down into his lap, grinding my still-sensitive pussy against his erection. I bite my lip. Jesus, that feels good.

He is a seriously beautiful man. That dark beard of his looks more neatly trimmed than it did last week. It showcases the sharp jut of his jaw and the generous curves of his lips, which still bear evidence of my arousal on them. His eyes are hooded as he observes me from under that thick black canopy of lashes. The top button of his shirt is open, but I need more. I need to see my gorgeous, hairy Aide in all his glory.

He shudders as I lower my mouth to his, running my tongue slowly over his lower lip and tasting myself on it. With one hand, he grabs the back of my neck, pressing me to him as his tongue finds mine. He kisses me like a man who’s been pushed past the point of reason, his lips hard against my mouth and his tongue taut. Invading me. I open myself up for him and grind myself harder against him as his other hand goes to my bum, kneading and pulling me against him.

‘Fuck,’ he grunts against my lips. ‘I could come like this.’

‘Condom,’ I say breathlessly. I sit back as he arches his back, digging in his pocket for his wallet. I take advantage of the moment to slip his shirt buttons through their buttonholes, tugging the shirt out of his waistband so I can finish opening it.

There he is.

I smirk as I survey my handiwork. ‘Hot as hell,’ I murmur. The crisp white shirt lies open, giving me the perfect view of Aide’s hard, tanned, hairy body underneath, that intricate Celtic cross resting right between his collarbones. God, he’s a work of art, and exposing his raw masculinity beneath his custom tailoring is like unwrapping the perfect present.

I take that back as he holds up a condom for me. ‘Put it on me, sweetheart.’

Thisis unwrapping the perfect present.