Page 240 of The Billionaire's Obsession: Florida

“Fuck! You’re so wet, and so damn hot,” Travis grunted in a strangled voice. His hand fisted the fragile panties and ripped them from her body with one hard yank, the fabric tearing away from her and dropping to the floor as Travis released them, his hand returning to her bared pussy. “I can smell your arousal. You want me. You want this.” He parted her thighs wide, his index finger toying mercilessly with her clit, moving over the wet bundle of nerves effortlessly.

Ally closed her eyes and moaned. “Yes.” She didn’t just want it; she needed it. Her entire body was rigid, coiled tightly and ready to unravel.

He used his other hand to bury one finger into her channel. “Jesus, you’re tight.” He eased another finger into her, moving them inside her until Ally was squirming. Travis seemed to know exactly where to touch, how to chafe against those sensitive areas inside her that made her ready to beg for relief from the torment.

Her hips lifted, needing more. “More. Please.” She lifted her hands over her head and gripped the edge of the desk until she was white-knuckled, her needy moans echoing against the office walls.

His fingers thrust into her harder, faster, while he continued to caress through her smooth folds, moving more and more roughly over her clit. “Tell me what you want,” he demanded coarsely. “Say my name. Tell me who you want to make you come.”

“Yes, please. Make me come.” Ally was out of her mind with desire, her head thrashing against the desk as her legs trembled and something tight and hot spiraled in her belly.

“Who?” He thrust into her deeply, lowering his head to bite the soft skin that was exposed on her thigh above the stockings, as though he wanted to leave his mark.

“Oh, God. Yes.” His bite wasn’t gentle. It was just enough to take Ally spiraling over the edge of sensation. “Travis,” she finally moaned, her body trembling as her climax hit her full force.

“Come for me. I want to watch you,” Travis commanded as he straightened, his gaze fixated on her face, his touch and the strokes of his fingers firm and uncompromising.

“Travis,” she screamed, her being splintering apart, her entire body quivering with her explosive release.

“Look at me,” he ordered, intentionally lengthening her orgasm by keeping up his assault on her sensitive clit.

Ally opened her eyes, breathless, her unfocused gaze meeting his fierce stare as her body still rippled with waves of ecstasy. “Travis?” she panted, suddenly feeling very raw and very vulnerable. Her body had never reacted this way before, and it was a little daunting to realize just how much need and passion this man could wring out of her. And he hadn’t even taken off his clothes.

He pulled her up gently, wrapping his arms around her and holding her tightly against his body, as if he knew how she was feeling and he was trying to soothe her. “I was right. Watching you come is the most satisfying thing I’ve ever seen,” Travis said huskily in her ear as he nuzzled the side of her face.

Ally took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She let her hand slide down to the front of his trousers and gently cupped the hard, sizable erection she could feel beneath the fine material. “I want to feel you inside me,” she admitted in a tremulous voice.

“Don’t.” He grabbed her hand and brought it around his neck. “I have no control right now and I don’t have a condom. I don’t exactly carry one around with me just in case I get the chance to fulfill a fantasy with my assistant on my desk.”

“I’m on the Pill. And I’m clean. I checked just to make sure after I broke up with Rick.” Her desperation for Travis was showing, and she hated it, but she couldn’t help wanting to assuage the throbbing need to have him deep inside her.

“I’m clean, too. And if you say one more word to convince me that I have no reason not to fuck you right now, I’ll have you bent over this desk in a heartbeat,” Travis warned her in a feral voice. “And we’ll be here until morning.”

Ally came out of her daze with a flash of reality. “Morning? Oh, God. I have to go to work. I’m late.” She pulled away from Travis reluctantly, instantly missing the shelter of his warm body. Sully’s had completely faded from her brain while she was in the midst of the most incredible climax she’d ever had.

She quickly righted her top, pulling her bra down and jerking down the tank top. Grabbing her jeans, she pulled them on, scowling at her torn panties on the floor. She bent to pick them up, but Travis beat her to it, scooping up the tattered material and shoving it into the pocket of his suit jacket. “You don’t have to go,” he said flatly.

“I do. It’s my job,” she argued, retrieving her hair clip from the floor.

“You don’t. You don’t work there anymore,” Travis told her in a graveled voice.

Ally gaped at Travis, wondering if he’d had a few drinks before coming back to the office, but she hadn’t smelled alcohol. “I don’t understand.”

“You’ve been terminated,” he explained patiently, his face once again calm, his eyes icy.

Understanding dawned slowly. “You got me fired?” Ally asked, confused.

Travis leaned one hip against the desk and crossed his arms. “I wouldn’t say that exactly. You were technically laid off. I had a little discussion with Mr. Sullivan before I came back to the office.”

Ally felt anger rise inside her, a rage so explosive that her body started to shake. “How did you get him to agree? Did you threaten him?”

“Didn’t need to do that. Money always works,” Travis answered coolly.

“How can you do that to me? You knew I needed that job.” Ally hated herself for ever confiding in Travis. He’d used whatever she’d told him against her. “What did I ever do to you to make you do something like this? That’s my livelihood, my survival.”

“This job is your survival,” Travis contradicted. “And it’s demanding enough. I want you freed up in case I need you.”

The cold look on his face, and his casual dismissal of what he had done, set her off, and at that moment, Ally completely lost it.

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