Page 16 of His Jewel

“You better,” she said.

His eyebrows twitched, and he masked a grin as he greeted his driver. He held the door open for her. A limo. Figures. She’d never been in a limo before. Sure, her family was wealthy, too, with a couple of million in the bank, but that wasn’t her money. She had always prided herself on making her own money.

“I think I lost you for a second there,” Josh said, reaching out to stroke her cheek.

“Well, now you’ve found me, what are you going to do with me?”

He twisted in his seat. She liked that she could make him squirm.

“There are so many things I want to do to you...” he trailed off, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. “Are you sure about this? I’m your boss, I don’t know if that’s okay...”

She covered his mouth with a quick kiss. Mainly to shut him up. But because there was also a tiny voice in her head telling her what a bitch she was. The caring billionaire worried about the power imbalance between them when she was just masquerading at her job.

But was she? She liked this job. She liked him. Heck, she really liked him.

A half-smile formed across his face as he clicked the privacy screen shut. She moved to unplug her seat belt, but he shook his head, hand covering her own, before kneeling on the space in front of her.

Her heart was hammering against her ribcage.

“What are you doing?” she asked, breathless. This man was making her breathless.

He raised a brow, a wicked grin covering his mouth. It was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. “Isn’t it obvious?”

He sure made it obvious when her dress was being pushed up to her knees and her legs were being spread for him. He peppered kisses up her legs, sometimes biting and chasing the small hurt away with a kiss or a lick. He had her squirming, had her fisting her fingers through his hair.

She said his name, over and over and over, and he chuckled against her.

That wouldn’t do. She needed him now. She nudged his head up with her thighs so that he had to meet her gaze.

“Please.”

The word seemed to unleash something in him, as her underwear was ripped, literally ripped, from her body and her legs were being splayed even further apart so that he could feast. That was the best way she could describe it. He was like a man starved and she was the only sustenance left. His tongue, hot and long, coursed through her, changing rhythms and patterns depending on what angle she tilted to or what noise she made in the back of her throat.

He came up for air, and she could have screamed at him.

The darkness in his eyes stopped her, though. She’d never seen anyone look at her with pure heat, pure desire.

“You taste ... incredible,” he ground out before getting back to work.

Sparks were traveling through her body, along her spine, her legs locking together. She couldn’t hold it any longer. She let out a scream and tightened around him. He continued licking as she took her pleasure.

Her breath was rising and falling, she was spent. But she still needed more. She needed him.

She reached for him blindly, and he smiled, wiping her from his mouth.

“Hang on Ruby Red, just a few more minutes. We’re nearly at my place. I can’t fuck you properly in here.” He nibbled her ear and pulled her close. She tucked herself into him.

Time couldn’t move fast enough.

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She hadn’t known whatto expect from his apartment, but it was one thousand times nicer. It needed a woman’s touch, she conceded, and maybe a splash of color, but it was perfect, all huge windows, gleaming floors and comfy furniture. She wanted to look around a little more, just to satisfy her nosey self, but there were many more important things to be doing. It seemed Josh agreed.

As soon as the door clicked shut, her back was against it, and he was over her, drinking her in. His lips trailed from her neck to her cheeks and back again, always moving across her mouth, so, so close, but never touching it. It was torture. She would tilt her head and move toward him, and he would chuckle, moving just out of her reach.

Her chest heaved ... she could feel her cheeks getting warm.

“Josh—” she began, intending to tell him off, when the wind was knocked out of her with the force of his kiss. The moan that left her throat was a noise she had never heard herself make. And all from a kiss? He hadn’t even touched her properly yet...

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