Page 62 of Ruthless Billionaire Daddy

I sat in my chair and began to flip through some files, hoping he’d take the hint and leave, but this was Sebastien. He wouldn’t take a hint if it slapped him in the face.

Instead, with one quick movement, he rounded my desk, dropped the file from my hands on my desk, pulled me to my feet and pinned me against the wall under him.

“Delilah, I’m sorry about what just happened.”

“Yup, sorry. Until you see me talking to another man, and then you’ll act like a lunatic again.” I tried to sound firm, but my voice came out in breathless gasps.

Sebastien stepped back and let my hands go. I fixed my clothing, my heart still racing.

“When I saw you talking to him, I got jealous. The same when I saw you talking to Daniel and that fool at the grand opening.”

Jealous? He wasn’t making any sense.

“Why would you be jealous of another guy talking to me?”

Sebastien closed the gap between us once again, pushing a strand of loose hair behind my ear.

“Because you’re a gorgeous woman, Delilah. I see how men look at you. And yes, if I had my way, the only men you’d be allowed to talk to, besides me, are my brothers.”

I had no idea what Sebastien was talking about, but no man had ever looked at me the way Sebastien did, the way he was looking at me now, with insatiable desire. His gaze dropped to my lips and I licked them instinctively.

Chapter 23 - Sebastien

She should have pulled away, even snapped at me, but she licked her lips as her chest rose and fell in short, sharp bursts. Her eyes grew wide and her face flushed.

The irritation I expected to fill Delilah wasn’t there. The only thing I saw on her face was desire.

“Sebastien, I’m not responsible for the way men look at me, I’m only responsible for the way I act.” She closes her eyes and inhales deeply before meeting my gaze once more. “Just because this marriage isn’t real doesn't mean I’m going to step out on you. I’ll never do that to you.”

I noticed that was the second time she mentioned our marriage was fake and my chest tightened.

“You’re a good woman, Delilah. I’ll keep sending you flowers, chocolates and anything else that will put a smile on that beautiful face of yours. You’re my wife, legally, and I’m legally obligated to take care of you and all your needs.”

“All my needs?” she asked, looking up at me. She took a step closer, her breasts grazing against my chest.

“All. Your. Needs,” I said huskily.

I had fallen for Delilah. Hard. I’d never taken any other woman out on a date, much less buy them flowers. I also didn’t give a rat’s ass about whoever the women I had been fucking were talking to. But with Delilah all that changed. I wanted to be a better man…for her.

At that moment, I vowed to make amends for how I treated her in the past. She deserved much more from me, and she was going to get it. But, first, I needed to please her, to getthat longing from her eyes. And just like her, I didn't think I’d be able to wait until we got home.

Without a word, I gently pushed her back against the wall and kissed her hard. Delilah wasted no time in responding with the same urgency I had. My fingers quickly undid the buttons of her blouse and pushed her pink-laced bra below her breasts as her chest moved up and down rapidly.

I covered one of her breasts with my mouth while I twisted the nipple of the other. Delilah grabbed the back of my head, pushed her breast deeper into my mouth and moaned deeply.

My cock hardened and with my mouth still on her breasts, I hiked up her skirt over her hips. I was thankful she wore a skirt today and not her usual pantsuit. As I pushed her panties aside, Deliah widened her legs and gave me room. When I inserted one finger then another into her wet folds, she gasped and dug her fingers into my shoulders.

Seeing that she was wet and ready for me, I quickly removed my cock from my pants. I lifted her against the wall and Delilah shrieked, then wrapped her legs around my hips.

“Sebastien,” she said breathlessly, “I don’t think you can hold—”

Her words were cut off as I shoved my cock into her, taking her hard and fast. The sounds that came from Delilah were erotic and I was happy she didn’t give a shit if people knew she was being fucked by her husband at the office.

Her pussy muscles tightened around me, and I knew Delilah was on the verge of a climax. Even though we’d been having sex, she’d never really gotten off.

“Come for me, sweetheart. Come all over my cock.”

My words sent Delilah over the edge. She cried out as her legs shook and I felt her wetness soak my cock. I was right behind her with my own climax and emptied myself in her.

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