Page 109 of The Boss Situation

She watches me with wide eyes, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath.

“So fucking good,” I murmur, and she blushes, but there’s no shyness in her eyes.

Only hunger.

I pull her onto the floor and lay her back against the rug as I kneel between her legs, spreading them wide. She’s fully exposed now, completely open to me, and I can see every inch of her pussy glistening with arousal. I’m responsible for this.

“Fuck,” I growl.

Slowly, I lean down and lick a stripe from her entrance to her clit, and she jerks like she’s been electrocuted.

“Oh my God,” she moans, her hands flying to my hair. “Asher?—”

I don’t let her finish her sentence. I fully bury my face between her legs, licking, sucking, and fucking her with my tongue like it’s the only thing keeping me alive. She tastes even better now that I fully have my mouth on her, sweet and salty and so fucking addictive.

Billie, my buffet.

I focus on her clit, flicking it with my tongue as I slide two fingers back inside her, and she writhes beneath me, her hips bucking uncontrollably.

“Asher,” she gasps, her voice high and desperate. “I’m gonna—oh God?—”

She comes with a cry, her pussy clenching around my fingers as she rides out the wave of pleasure. I don’t stop—I can’t—and soon, she’s coming again, harder this time, her whole body trembling as she screams my name and gasps for air. I pull my fingers out of her and lick them clean. She watches me with hooded eyes, and a lazy smile spreads.

“I don’t think I’ve ever come so fast in my life.”

“Really?”

She’s breathless. “A Guinness record.”

“Can’t wait for my trophy,” I mutter.

Billie gazes down at my bulge that’s thick for her, straining against the cotton pants.

“Wow. I’ve—” She gulps. “I’ve won the cock lottery.”

I try to hold back laughter, but fail miserably. “Congrats. Now, what will you do with your prize?”

Every secret kiss, every stolen glance, every agonizing moment we’ve shared culminates here in this perfect collision of passion and truth.

“Treasure it,” she confesses.

Thunder shakes the walls, but we barely hear it. Our connection is louder, stronger, and unbreakable.

I’ll surrender to her, knowing exactly how high the stakes are, but no longer afraid of the fall because she’ll catch me.

Billie might have chosen me, but I chose her first. In this game, we both win.

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BILLIE

The house is dark, except for the flicker of candlelight. Our shadows are tall on the walls. My heart pounds so damn hard that I can hear blood pumping in my ears. Asher’s hand brushes against mine, and my entire body tingles with anticipation. I’ve wanted this for so long, and now that it’s happening, I’m ready to make his brain explode.

He leans his back against the couch, legs spread. Asher’s inviting me into his orbit, a place I’ve not been welcome until now. His eyes are heavy, and those perfect fucking lips part just enough to make me want to devour them. But no, not yet. This isn’t about me. This is about him. About making him feel so good that he forgets his name. I want him to know how it feels to be vulnerable with me.

It was always him.

My knees sink into the fluffy rug, and I focus on the bulge in his joggers, straining against the fabric. My mouth waters as I look at it—hard, long, thick. I press my hands against his thighs, feeling the heat of him through the cotton, and lean in close enough to feel his breath hitch.

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