Page 94 of The Boss Situation

“I’m supposed to hate you,” she softly says as I tuck her dark hair behind her ears, getting a better look at her and the freckles that are lightly sprinkled across her nose, a constellation I could get lost in.

“If this is hate, I can’t wait to see love,” I say, turning my hat backward so I can better nibble on her bottom lip.

“I’m not supposed to want you like this. Itangersme.” She sighs, grabbing my hoodie tight in her fists, as if holding on for dear life. “Nick told me to stay away from you.”

“I know. It’s because you’re really fucking bad for business,” I say, trying to sound serious, but the allure of her is overwhelming. I lower my voice. “I’ll tell you a secret though—I don’t care.”

“You should care. Because of you, no one will believe I’m with Louis. Josh is literally spiraling out of control. The media is having a field day, digging up timelines of all my relationships. My office has been swamped with inquiries. This is a mess. One you created.”

“Anything worth a damn is messy, babe. In the end, it will allwork out, trust me.” I study her, admiring how pretty she is. “But Nick is right. You should stay away from me. You shouldn’t be here right now.”

The fire crackles like it’s laughing at us, mocking the tension that’s been simmering between me and Billie for years.

“Tell me to leave,” she whispers. “Tell me to leave, and I will.”

She gently grinds into my cock, which is rock hard, like she’s testing how much I can take before I snap. Her lips are inches from mine, and her breath smells like sweet wine.

I should push her away. I should, but against my better judgment, I don’t. I’ve lost my willpower, and damn if I’m not ready to embrace it.

“You’re such a fucking coward, Banks,” she whispers, her voice dripping with venom and something else—something raw and desperate. Her hand slides up my chest, nails dragging over the fabric of my hoodie, like she’s marking me. “You can’t answer my questions. You canbarelylook at me. Why?”

“You remind me of what I can’t have,” I admit, not having a single fuck to give. My heart thumps hard as I drown in her ice-blue eyes, feeling the weight of her gaze.

“Wow. I finally get it,” she says, low and throaty, studying me with a fierce intensity. She finds truth in the silence that hangs between us. “You don’t hateme. You hate that you can’t have me.”

“Projecting again, princess? Bet that pussy is already drenched for me. Isn’t it?”

Our mouths slam together, and we’re not soft or gentle. Right now, it’s fucking war. We grow more greedy, more desperate, and she has no idea how right she really is. I grip her waist, pulling her closer, craving more.

“You don’t have to admit anything. I can see it in your eyes, in how you look at me.”

Her tongue invades my mouth like she’s claiming territory, and I let her. I let her fucking take it because it’s hers.

“I feel it in your touch. In how you give me all of you when you kiss me.”

Billie thrusts her hands in my hair, pulling hard enough to make my scalp sting, and I groan into her mouth because it feels too damn good.

“I love that sound,” she whispers in my ear, her breath hot and inviting. “That’s you surrendering to me.”

“Is that what it is?” I laugh against her mouth, knowing this is what dreams are made of as she pushes me onto my back with determination.

I slide my hand up her sweater, realizing she has no bra. I tweak her perky nipple, and she sighs, the sound sending a rush of heat through me.

Her lips swollen and wet, and she looks at me like she wants to devour me whole. “Tell me you don’t feel anything. Confirm it so we can go back to how things were.”

Billie wants me to deny her, to push her away. It would be easy, but instead, I shake my head, the truth burning in my chest.

“I can’t. There’s no going back. You and I both know that.”

“We still can,” she breathes out, her thighs pressing against my sides like a vise.

She grinds down on me, and even through the layers of clothes, she finds pleasure. Her hips move in slow, deliberate circles against my cock, which is straining in my shorts. Her chest rises and falls, and she rocks against me as if her life depends on it.

I grip her ass, bucking my hips up into her, letting her take what she needs. She’s so worked up, so horny, and by the look on her face, I can tell she’s ready to finish right here on my lap.

“I want you buried deep inside me,” she whispers. The sound of her voice sends a jolt straight to my cock.

She reaches down to my shorts, and I grab her hand, halting her.

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