Page 48 of Hello Billionaire

She whimpered at my words.

“You’ve wanted this for a long time,” I said. It wasn’t a question. Because I knew how fucking bad I’ve wanted her, and judging by the way she’d said my name earlier, the feeling was mutual. It took everything in me not to pull her from the water and bring her to the bed, wrap my fist around her wet curls and fuck her from behind until she was screaming my name.

“I have,” she moaned, her voice guttural.

“You know how badly I’ve wanted to bury my cock in your tits?” I asked, my voice silky in contrast to the rippling water. “Fuck you until my cum glistens all over your chest. And then have you walk around the office without cleaning it off so everyone knows you’re mine?”

She moaned, then cried out, her hips bucking so hard water splashed over the tall sides of the bathtub.

The vibrating sound underwater stopped, but her breathing took longer to slow. “That was... what...”

I bit my lip, allowing myself one last look. “I’ll be in the hallway when you’re ready to talk.”

Using every bit of self-control I had left, I exited the suite, going into the empty hallway. When I was by myself, I reached into my pants, angling my dick down to get it more comfortable because this erection wasn’t going away. Not until I took care of it.

But now that I was out of the room, away from her intoxicating body, I dropped my head against the cool white wall. What a fucking idiot I was. I’d come upstairs to look at the room, and I should have left the second I realized it was occupied.

But seeing her like that in the tub had sent my mind haywire. I deserved a medal for keeping my hands off her. But if I had my way, I wouldn’t be holding back for long. I’d been trying to quell my thirst for her, like it was even possible. But the only way to truly rid myself of this need was to sate it, and I knew how.

I just hoped she’d agree.

I got out my phone, pulling up the document I needed, and then waited for her. A few minutes later, when Farrah came out of the room, her cheeks were still pink, her wild curls pulled into a wet twist atop her head. She wore her clothes from earlier, but their messy, wet appearance just turned me on more.

“Gage, I am so sorry,” she began, but I pressed a finger to her full lips, and she shuddered, closing her eyes.

The feel of her under my finger sent a jolt of desire straight to my dick, so hard it hurt.

“Don’t apologize,” I said, dropping my hand. “In fact, I should be the one apologizing. The second I saw you, I should have stepped away.”

She didn’t argue.

“But I... couldn’t,” I breathed. “If I’m being honest, I’ve been attracted to you since you walked in for that interview, and holding myself back has been torture.”

She folded her arms across her chest, drawing my attention to her beautiful breasts. I wished yet again they were uncovered. That I could feel them. Taste them.

“So what do we do?” she asked, her voice breathy. “Because I’ve had some not-so-holy thoughts about you. But I can’t afford to lose this job.”

My jaw clenched. I knew what I was about to ask was crazy, and a woman like Farrah would never agree, but I had to try, because missing a chance to make her feel as good as I wanted her to... I’d regret it my whole damn life.

“We can walk away and pretend this never happened,” I said. “I’ll resume officing at my main office, giving you the space you need, and we won’t have any meetings unless Mia is present.”

Her face wore every one of her emotions. She was upset, angry, maybe even a little confused. “Or?”

“Or, you agree to a non-disclosure agreement explicitly stating that this will not affect your work and that we’ll keep our arrangement private, and I’ll pleasure you exactly the way you deserve.”

She caught her bottom lip between her teeth, looking into my eyes.

“The choice is yours,” I said, but I couldn’t help myself from trying to persuade her. “Look, I’m too busy to give you the kind of relationship you deserve. But you just got divorced, and I’m guessing you haven’t found a way to get back out there.”

She looked away, confirming my suspicions. My hopes.

Because if I knew of another man touching her, I’d want to throttle him, even though I didn’t have the right.

“It’s not exclusive and it’s not a relationship,” I said, “but it’s a way to get what we need without making things complicated in our personal lives or at work.”

A resolute expression crossed her face, and for a second, I deeply feared that I was going to lose my interior designer and get slapped with a lawsuit, or at least get slapped across the face like I deserved. Maybe both.

Instead, she said, “Where do I sign?”

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