Page 24 of The Reluctant Billionaire (Love in London #5)

Aide

I t hasn’t escaped my notice while running my hands over her body that this dress of hers has a chunky zip running its entire length. A zip I suspect will be my ally now.

She turns towards the huge, modular sofa, glancing at me over her shoulder, and I nod my encouragement.

Yep.

I was right.

I could have that dress on the floor in two seconds flat.

But I might just take my time.

I press a button on my desk. Instantly, the door locks with a loud click and the windows along the wall separating my office from the rest of our workforce turn opaque.

‘Is that your sexy times setting?’ Lotta asks. She drapes herself across the sofa on her stomach, her heels waving in the air, ankles elegantly crossed and face turned back towards me so she can bat her eyelids at me. ‘Use it a lot?’

‘It’s usually my I have to bollock someone setting,’ I tell her, taking a couple of steps towards her. The curve of her arse, the dip of her lower back, looks so enticing right now.

‘You can bollock me any time,’ she tells me with a coquettish smile, and I’m instantly assaulted by the visual of being balls- deep in this one as she grinds her face into the sofa cushions in her efforts to accommodate me.

I stand next to her and bend, fondling the zipper at the hem of her dress, because of course I’m going to start at the business end.

‘Dangerous words, sweetheart,’ I whisper, and she gives a little wiggle of her delicious bottom which has me pushing her ankles down and lifting a knee so I can straddle her.

It’s a knee-length dress, and the bottom few inches of the exposed zip are already undone, leaving a little slit.

I grab the chunky silver zip pull and drag it upwards.

It chugs against the metal teeth, and they part for me, offering me access.

Inch after inch of bronzed thigh comes into view, so alluring that I sink my teeth into my lower lip.

I’d rather be sinking them into her skin.

Then, as I run the zip pull over the curve of her arse, I’m rewarded with a sight that has me going even harder. Carlotta’s twin, shapely cheeks, divided by a scrap of red lace.

Jesus Christ.

I tug hard on the pull, unzipping her the rest of the way so I can part her dress like curtains and marvel at her rear view. Flawless skin and the delicate scarlet lace of her thong and bra.

‘Would you look at that,’ I say on an exhale, running my hands over her body. ‘So, so beautiful.’ I glide them over her arse and up her back, brushing her long hair out of the way so I can toy with the closure on her bra before I slide my thumbs back down and under the waistband of her thong.

I have no idea where to start. I want everything .

Want to flip her over and admire those tits in their red lace before pulling her cups down and feasting on her nipples.

But my instinct is to slide a firm hand under her stomach and raise myself up high enough on my knees so I can get her on her hands and knees for me.

That’s what I’ll do.

First, I lower my full weight on top of her so my still-clothed dick is pressing between those beautiful, plump cheeks and my mouth is next to her ear. She smells incredible. Heady. Expensive. Her floral fragrance pervades my nostrils and wraps itself around my brain.

‘Did you wear this underwear for me?’ I ask her, running my lips along the soft spot just below her ear. Her head is to one side, cradled in her arms. I loop my thumb and fingers loosely around the wrist next to her face, marvelling at how daintily she’s constructed.

‘No.’ She sounds genuinely affronted. ‘I told you, I always wear stuff like this.’

I grind my pelvis against her, and she moans a little.

‘Hope you’re not too fond of it, because it might not come out of this unscathed.’ What I really mean is that neither she nor I may come out of this unscathed. ‘You asked for real, sweetheart. Things are about to get real.’

She tries unsuccessfully to wriggle beneath my weight. ‘I’ll believe you when you show me.’

I laugh softly and press a kiss to her jaw. ‘My little hellcat. I’ll show you, alright.’

Raising myself up, I pull back to my knees and give her a little slap on that gorgeous bare arse. ‘Up you get. Hands and knees.’

She does so with a sexy little noise of approval, her sleeveless dress sliding down her arms and fully off her.

I nudge her legs apart one by one and position myself between them.

Her arse is exactly where I need it, and I allow my hands to roam over those cheeks, to savour the dip at her waist, my thumbs to explore the curves of her hips.

I could spend hours worshipping her body, and I will, just not right now.

For one thing, I won’t last that long, and for another, she needs me to prove a point.

She needs me to show her that the gruff, pretty fucking basic guy she’s inexplicably responded to over the past week is still there.

That the fancy Tom Ford get-up means bugger all.

That I am every inch the dirty, primal animal she seems to want me to be.

Shouldn’t be difficult, because that’s what this pampered, gorgeous, sparky little princess turns me into, whether I like it or not.

But I’m very, very glad she likes it.

I bend, sliding my hands up her sides until they cup her tits.

Fuck me. They sit full and heavy in my hands, encased in their beautiful lace.

My morals over the money this woman likely spends on outfitting her gorgeous body fly out the window, because there’s something about knowing that the delicate, gossamer-thin lace through which I’m palming her bullet-like nipples cost a bloody fortune that goads my inner beast even more.

I’ll shred this bra, this thong, to pieces if I have to.

As I knead harder, pulling and pinching her nipples and revelling in the breathy, needy little moans already coming from her mouth, the realisation hits me that I want her to desire this version of me as much as my community centre persona.

I may have been at my most comfortable there, this past week, but, like it or not, I spend most of my time in this corner office, working on my laptop rather than hammering and sawing.

I owe it to this version of myself to win her over.

I push the lace down roughly so I can roll her gorgeous, berry-ripe nipples between my fingers just as hard as I like, and I grind my erection against her.

‘Aide,’ she moans.

‘You know what?’ I tell her, my voice hoarse with desire. ‘Tomorrow, I’ll find a way to get you up against the wall in that shitty little office and bang you as hard as you want.’

I release one perfect breast and slip a hand between us, running a couple of leisurely fingers over the soaking strip of lace covering her pussy.

‘But today, I’m a CEO, and you are here in my fucking office, on your hands and knees for me with nothing protecting you except this sexy little excuse for underwear. ’

I press a finger directly to her clit through the lace, and she shudders and sobs out a strangled God.

‘So you’ll take every inch I have to give you, and you’ll take it like a good girl. Got it?’

‘Y-yes,’ she manages, bowing her head.

‘Right answer,’ I say, and I unsnap her bra. Next, I peel her thong over that glorious arse and down her legs. She raises one knee and I slide it off, removing her stiletto as I go before doing the same on the other side.

She’s naked, and stunning, and quivering for me.

I scoot backwards, giving thanks for this enormous sofa, and admire the un-fucking-believable view that is Lotta’s pussy, bare and already glistening with arousal, just for me.

It’s the most tantalising thing I’ve ever seen, and I kneel, using my hands to spread her folds wide open before I put my tongue right where it belongs.

I can’t help the ravenous groan that escapes my lips as I begin to feast on her.

I give her one long, decadent swipe of my tongue from front to back before proceeding to tongue-fuck her, slowly and luxuriously.

I had a taste in the shower the other night, but that was pretty quick.

Now, it’s just me and her, and my prep for the Permira meeting can go to hell.

Worshipping this high-maintenance princess’ body with mine? Showing her I know far better than she does that I’m capable of giving her what she needs?

That’s far more important.

As is, I’m ashamed to say, showing her who’s boss.

Or, at least, showing her she doesn’t call all the shots here.

I meant what I said. I have her in my office, and I won’t be happy until she’s surrendered to what we have.

Till she’s come so hard and screamed my name so loudly that there’s no doubt in her mind that this version of me can own her body just as wholly as the version who fucked her, hard and slow, in her shower and in her bed.

Just the way she wanted it.

Usually, I steer clear of the CEO thing. I feel uncomfortable thinking too much about the power it gives me. Feel even more uncomfortable wielding that power.

But here in this moment, with Carlotta, it’s heady. I feel the need to win her respect and have her crave being on the receiving end of every last bit of the power I wield.

I slide my tongue out of her and move it to her clit. Fuck, it’s so swollen. I flick at it, and she pushes back against my face.

‘God, that’s amazing,’ she pants. ‘Aide, God.’

Every time she succumbs, every time I get closer to that elemental part of her, something loosens in my chest.

‘You are fucking delicious,’ I grunt out, rubbing my nose in her pussy as I pause my licking. ‘You’re going to come so hard on my tongue.’

‘I know,’ she manages.

‘Down on your elbows, sweetheart,’ I say, and I ramp up my onslaught, sliding a couple of fingers inside her as my lips and tongue lave her exactly where she needs it. Fuck, she’s so wet and tight, her muscles gripping my fingers. I add a third.

She lets out some kind of strangled noise of approval, and I finger fuck her harder.

‘Fuck,’ she says. ‘Your beard .’

‘Too rough?’ I ask between licks.

‘ No . It’s, God, it’s so perfect. I can take it harder.’

The upside of having your community project turned upside down by a knockout hellcat is that, once you get her naked and get your hands and mouth on her, that fire of hers fucking ignites.

She’s moaning and writhing and twisting her body, her face grinding against the sofa cushions exactly how I imagined.

She’s so close now. Every exhale is a moan. My fingers and mouth are soaked in her arousal. I’m lost in this sensory paradise. Can’t get enough of the taste and smell and feel of her slickness.

I work her as hard as I can. I know she wants it. Needs it. I know she can take it all.

And then she’s coming, her pussy shuddering beneath my tongue and contracting around my fingers, the fucking amazing sounds she makes telling me she’s lost somewhere deep inside herself, that I’ve transported her to another realm.

And I want her to take me there with her.