Page 84 of The Reluctant Billionaire
He stops and looks up. His eyes are already glazed with desire. I bet he’s rock fucking hard already. ‘Lotts.’
‘Yeah?’
‘Tell me what you fantasised about me doing to you when you first met me.’ He watches my face for a moment before dropping back down and pressing a soft kiss to my pussy. Then his tongue finds my clit again, and Holy Mary, Mother of God, that feels right.
He should stay there forever.
‘Um.’ I struggle to recalibrate enough to answer his unexpected question. ‘Well, I thought you were a grumpy, hostile dickhead.’
He stops.
‘Okay, okay,’ I say hurriedly. I close my eyes and take myself back to that first day. ‘And I wanted you to rail me really, really hard virtually as soon as I laid eyes on you.’
‘Mmm hmm.’ He hums out his approval and rewards me with a magical swirl of his tongue around my clit that has angels breaking out in song around my head.
‘Um. It was your eyes. I’d never seen anything like them. Never. I wanted—I just wanted them on me. On my skin. I remember I saw you looking at my boobs, and I had this feeling, likehow would it feel if I had those incredible eyes on my naked tits?Like I could have come just from the way I knew you’d look at them. Like the way you did look at them when I got them out for you that day in the office.’
‘Fuck, yeah,’ he groans.Lick.‘Touch them for me.’
I hold on to my thong for dear life with one hand as I take the other to one taut, aching nipple. It’s pinched into a little ball of need, and my frantic fingers feel so, so good as they rub it. Roll it.
‘God, I remember that first time you sucked them,’ I moan. ‘It was like nothing else I’ve ever known. I needed your mouth on them so, so badly.’
‘Mmph,’he says, and it sounds pretty agonised. He rewards me by adding another finger inside me. Holyfuck, his fingers are big. I arch my back as much as I can in the chair to accommodate him and look down. The sight of his dark head moving between my legs, working the very core of me, is one that will be emblazoned on my mind on my deathbed.
Aidan Duffy will be emblazoned on my mind on my deathbed.
He is not the kind of man you recover from.
A wave of emotion crests over me, even more potent than the imminent orgasm threatening to build inside me, that has my heart squeezing. It’s all I’ve wanted, really, since that firstmoment I saw him. His question has me remembering oh-so-clearly.
I wanted his attention.
His eyes on me.
His body tending to mine. Making me feel everything I knew he was capable of.
I was so right.
His tongue picks up. His licks become rougher. The twists of his fingers inside me grow harder. The heat coursing through my body grows ever stronger.
‘Fuck me hard when you’re done, honey,’ I say softly, and I hear a low, pained grunt which I’ll take as a resoundingyes.
When I peak, it’s a thing of such beauty it takes my breath away. My soul soars as my entire body tenses with the effort of not screaming out. Instead I allow myself ragged, breathy whimpers as I shake out my orgasm on Aide’s magic, generous tongue and mouth and fingers. I’m barely through it before he’s clambering to his feet, and hauling me to mine, and unhooking my bra, and shrugging it and my dress off my shoulders, and kissing me desperately, before he spins me around and bends me over my plexiglass desk.
My thong is peeled down my legs and then he’s stepping right up behind me and pressing his wool-clad legs against mine as he lines himself up and pushes inside me, hard.
I gasp as my cheek hits the cool plexiglass, as Aide’s hand brushes my hair impatiently out of the way so he can hold me in place with a firm hand against the base of my neck. With his other hand, he grips my hip tightly as he begins to move inside me.
Jesus Christ. It feelsso fucking good.
‘Fuck, Lotts,’ he’s panting out. ‘Shit. You feel like nothing else. Fuckinghell. I want to fuck this beautiful cunt into next weekend.’
Somehow, I’ve found myself spending my Thursday lunchtime naked and bent over my desk at work, being railed from behind by a gorgeous billionaire in a three-piece suit, whose oversized dick is matched only by his oversized heart.
He is revelling in this. My beautiful Aide, who usually bears the weight of the world on his shoulders, is allowing me to be the channel for his unravelling. These aren’t the thrusts, the grunts, the filthy muttered endearments, of a man holding back.
They’re those of my favourite caveman. The only person on earth who’s capable of making me feel like this.