Page 355 of Tormented Billionaire Romance Series

I draw back and give him a playful slap to the chest, saying, “Well look who found their confidence after junior high.”

He smirks and says, “I didn’t say we couldn’t work on it.”

Zach reaches his arms around me and pulls me close, kissing me hard. I’m climbing onto the desk so I don’t lose my balance from the intensity of those full lips on mine.

He slips my blouse over my head and drops it off to the side as he kisses my neck. A moment later, I’m letting my bra fall from my shoulders.

My blood on fire, I reach between us and unfasten Zach’s belt. Unbuttoning his pants, I savor the feel of him through the fabric and I want him inside me now.

He steps back a little and I lift my skirt, showing him I’m ready when he is.

Those dark eyes brighten a little and he steps between my legs. I stroke him as he whispers in my ear, “Do you know how long I waited for you?”

“Then don’t,” I tell him and guiding him to my slippery core.

“Not yet,” he says. He kisses his way down my body, and I’m leaning back on this desk that’s at least as big as my queen-sized mattress.

He’s sucking the skin of my inner thighs, each in their turn, and I’m already starting to sweat. Looking down at that gorgeous head of black hair, I’m not looking at him as the CEO, though I’m on his desk in his office. I’m not looking at him as the billionaire slumming it.

I just see a gorgeous man who wants me in his life.

His mouth moves over me and when his tongue glides over my clit, it’s all I can do to keep my arms from shaking out from under me. Zach puts his arms around my legs, bracing me as his deft mouth attends to every part of my core before returning to my swollen bud.

“Any chance these walls are soundproof?” I ask.

Zach turns his head and sputters laughter. He says, “I do yell at a lot of people in here.” His expression softening, he says, “Nobody’s going to hear you.”

He kisses the top of one thigh all the way up to the knee, and I reach over, grabbing his necktie from the side of his desk where I dropped it. Putting the tie around me, I cinch it up a little, letting it dangle between my breasts.

He looks up to see what I’m doing and kissing his way back up my body, he says, “That’s not your tie, you know.”

“Oh, you don’t like it?” I ask, pushing out my bottom lip.

He kisses my neck and sucks my earlobe before answering, “I didn’t say that.”

Zach presses himself into me, one arm around my back, supporting me. Even though Zach says the office is soundproof, I still put the tie between my teeth to muffle the sounds of my pleasure.

There’s something so different in knowing who he is, who he was. That barrier, the one I felt so long between his world and mine, it’s finally gone.

After he told me, I didn’t know whether to tell him I was awake because I didn’t know how to handle what was happening. All my life, I’ve just been the girl with the silly job in the silly town. Come to find out, the man who has everything only wanted me.

That’s a lot of pressure, but as I caress Zach’s cheek as he’s so deep inside me, I’m starting to think I can handle it. No more drunken parties. No more running away.

No more excuses.

My lips vibrate around the tie and I spit it out, letting Zach hear me. With one hand behind my head now, he kisses my cheek and then my lips.

I look away from Zach for a moment to gaze out the corner of one of his office windows. One thing about Zach is that sex with him typically comes with a hell of a view.

Zach kisses my neck, my shoulder, and every motion is building that tension and building that tension until I’m clutching the edge of the desk as hard as I can as he moves with such power I can’t describe it.

Pulling against the desk drives me harder and harder over him, but my arms still shake as all that built up tension releases in an explosion of sweat and shivers and molten lust permeating everything.

I’m not quiet.

Zach pulls himself out of me and I’m expecting him to come, but he pulls me off the desk and turns me around in front of him so I’m laying front down on his desk. He runs a hand down my back as he pushes inside of me again before my climax has even had a chance to pass.

He’s so powerful in so many ways, but with me, even now, it’s not command. It’s not force. It’s a passion, a fervor that has me wondering if I’m still feeling the first orgasm or if I’ve moved on to a whole new one.

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