Page 239 of The Billionaire's Obsession: Florida

Ally wanted to tell Asha that her skills at handling Travis were a little off lately, ever since he’d thrown her off-balance with his odd behavior and panty-melting kisses. But she simply bade her friend good-bye, agreeing to call her about lunch the following week, and drove back to the Harrison building.

She breathed a sigh of relief as she entered the office and found Travis gone, apparently out at meetings for the rest of the day according to the brief note he’d left for her. She was grateful for the reprieve, and tried to deny to herself that she was also slightly disappointed. How sick was that? She actually missed getting one of his lectures?

The afternoon flew by quickly. With Travis out of the office, she had to deal with whatever calls that she could handle, plus finish a mountain of paperwork that needed to get done. Before she knew it, she looked up at the clock and it was past time for her to leave.

I need to get to Sully’s!

Quickly shutting down her computer, she opened the large bottom drawer of her desk and pulled out some spare clothing she now left at the office just in case she forgot her casual clothes for bartending. Snatching a red tank top, jeans, and her sneakers, she hesitated a moment before dashing into Travis’s office and closing the door. She could be changed in a minute, and she didn’t want to go down the hall to the restroom because she was short on time. The blinds were open, but the office was so far up that nobody could see her unless they were in the next building, and even then, they’d probably need binoculars.

She toed her heels off and quickly stripped off her dress, pulling the tank top over her head. She was just reaching for her jeans when Travis’s office door opened, taking about ten years off her life as she let out a horrified screech.

And then…there was complete silence.

Ally froze, her gaze on Travis, his hand still on the door handle as he stared at her, his hungry eyes roaming over her body. She’d planned on covering up the sexy lingerie she was wearing with her jeans, and pulling her sneakers on over the stockings. Thinking about the image he was seeing right at that moment, she blushed, her whole face burning with embarrassment. The only thing she was wearing was a tight, red tank top, the sexy “barely there” black panties, and a matching garter belt and stockings. And with her full hips, she was fairly certain she didn’t exactly look like a sex kitten. “I’m sorry. I had to change and I didn’t think you were coming back.”

The tension was palpable, and Travis made no attempt to leave. He just stood there in his immaculate suit and tie, his face unreadable, nearly burning her with the heat in his eyes.

Uncomfortable, Ally reached for her jeans again.

“Don’t,” Travis barked, closing the door behind him. He stalked toward her, his dark eyes never leaving her, almost as if he were afraid she’d bolt.

Ally couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, couldn’t do anything except watch him as he moved slowly and deliberately across the room. Travis was stalking her, and it was the hottest thing she’d ever seen, but also a little more than terrifying. He was dangerous when he was like this, unpredictable. She could handle the Travis who was a jackass, the boss who argued with her daily. But this man, this darkly compelling and beautiful male who stopped in front of her, his eyes still roaming hungrily over her scantily clad body, was possibly more than she could handle.

He reached for the clip in her hair and released the curls as he growled, “Did he see you like this? Did you wear this for him?”

Ally swallowed before replying. She knew what Travis was asking. “No. It was an impulse buy, something he never saw and the only ones I have. I don’t usually wear these. I was out of panty hose,” she rambled nervously.

“Good. You’re beautiful, Alison,” he rumbled, thrusting a hand into her curls and fisting her hair. “I can’t stomach the thought of anyone seeing you this way except me.”

Ally shivered, but not with the cold. Travis’s eyes turned a dark chocolate color, nearly black, and his fierceness turned her on in a way she’d never experienced before. “I’m sorry I used your office. I have to go.” God, she was both weak with desire and mortified at the same time. She reached for her jeans again, but Travis caught her by the wrist, stopping her.

“Fuck! I can’t let you go. Not now.” Travis’s voice was tormented. He used his body to back her up against his massive desk, one hand on her ass and the other still clutching her hair. “Seeing you like this makes me crazy. The only thing I want when I look at you right now is to watch you come.”

Ally gulped as she stared into his eyes, as though they were having a private battle, and Travis was winning. Her treacherous body responded to his words, his nearness, and she wasn’t sure she could deny him this time. The air between them was vibrating with tension, and her body was screaming from the unbearable ache to have a piece of this man, even if it was only a fling. Just for a small stolen length of time, Ally wanted to…feel. Travis wanted her. He’d made that very clear. And God, how she wanted him.

Travis lightened his hold on her hair, his fingers smoothing out the tangled strands. “Tell me that you don’t want this, Alison.” His voice was tense, harsh. He was challenging her even as his big body crowded her against the desk.

Ally shook her head. “I can’t tell you that. But I guarantee we’ll regret it later.” They worked together. He was her boss. It would make their rocky working relationship even more awkward. But none of that really seemed to matter as Ally’s nipples hardened to painful peaks when Travis wrapped his arm around her waist and brought her body up hard against him.

“The hell we will,” Travis rumbled against her lips as his mouth came down on hers. He brought everything on his desk bar the computer to a noisy collision and then to a fall to the carpeted floor with one swipe of his powerful arm behind her. His hands went to her ass as he lifted her onto the desk, giving him better access to her mouth. He groaned against her lips, his hands pushing under her flimsy tank top to touch her bare skin.

Ally wrapped her arms around his neck, reveling in the feel of the coarse hair between her fingers as she speared her hands into his hair. Intoxicated by the masterful strokes of Travis’s tongue, she shivered and opened wider to him, giving him the access he was ruthlessly demanding. He slid one hand under her hair, stroking the back of her neck, the action both sensual and dominant as he held her head in place for his rough possession.

She whimpered into his mouth as he caressed the skin of her abdomen, and then yanked her bra up and let her breast spill into his hand. He wasn’t gentle, but the last thing Ally wanted was tenderness right now. Her body was on fire, her core flooded with heat and clenching with need. Travis’s touch was what she needed: hard, hot, and unrelenting. And he gave it to her. He pinched and stroked, first one nipple and then the other, repeating the action while plundering her mouth until the tension in Ally’s body was nearly making her insane.

He ripped his mouth from hers, his breath coming in heavy pants. Ally was just as breathless and she let her head fall back, giving him access to the sensitive skin at her neck as he explored it with his tongue, his whiskered jaw abrasive against her cheek. She closed her eyes, every nerve in her body pulsating, electrified. “Please,” she hissed, begging Travis to end her torment.

“Tell me you want me,” Travis commanded, his warm breath caressing her ear.

“Please,” she repeated, unable to say anything else.

Travis reached up and grasped her arms, tilting her back until she was lying sprawled out on his desk. “You look like a fucking wet dream,” he growled, his eyes wild and feral.

Their eyes caught and held as Travis leaned forward, his forearms resting on both sides of her. For Ally, it was like time stopped completely for just an instant, and she could see her own passion reflected in Travis’s liquid, dark eyes.

He broke the stare as his head lowered to her breasts, his hands cupping and stroking her nipples before he sucked, biting down gently on one of the sensitive peaks. The pain and pleasure of it nearly broke her, her body thrashing beneath him with unsated desire.

Reaching between their bodies, Travis released her nipple and slipped his fingers beneath her delicate panties, his touch meeting nothing but liquid warmth.

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