Page 67 of Hello Billionaire

Farrah: Your schedule actually let me get some work done. Although I wouldn’t mind a repeat of what happened Monday morning.

Gage: What about tomorrow night? Can you get a sitter last minute?

Farrah: I promised the kids we’d watchInside Out.

Gage: Saturday?

Farrah: Caleb’s coming to watch Levi’s game, and he promised to be on his best behavior, but I think after what happened last week, it wouldn’t be a good idea to go out all night with my boss... no matter how much I want to.

God, I wanted to be with her again. Something about Farrah was so addictive. And not just being with her in bed. When we’d spent the night together last week, it was the most I’d laughed in months. Maybe even years.

Gage: You’re killing me.

Farrah: Text me Saturday night after the kids are in bed.

Farrah: But until then...

A picture came through our message thread that I’d never be able to get off my mind. Farrah stood with her back to the camera wearing only a black lacy thong. The dark material contrasted her pale skin, and her curly hair spilled down her back. The way she positioned herself, I could just imagine digging my fingers into her hips and railing into her from behind.

Gage: Have I mentioned how much you turn me on?

Farrah: Maybe once or twice. But it’s nice to hear all the same.

If she liked to hear it, I’d tell her. Every damn day, I’d tell her.

Gage: You are the sexiest fucking woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. Not just because of your body and the things I want to do to it, but because of how you exist in the world.

Three dots appeared on the screen, disappeared, and then appeared again.

Farrah: What do you mean? I’m just... me.

I paced in front of the window, wondering how she could not know? Her essence was exactly the thing that drew me to her. But if I laid all my cards out there, I could be giving her the wrong message. This was a strictly physical relationship, and we both needed to remember that.

So I carefully typed out my words and waited for her to reply.

Gage: Seeing you every morning is like watching the sun rise in the sky. And that ass? Better than the fucking moon.

Farrah: Thank you for the smile. Goodnight, Gage.

Gage: Goodnight, Farrah.

But I scrolled back up to the photo of her perfect ass. This woman kept surprising me.

Knowing I wouldn’t get any more work done, I shut down the computer and left my office. The entire building was quiet, save for a nighttime security guard who walked our floor. I made it down to the parking garage and then drove back to my place, taking the elevator all the way to the top floor, where I lived in the penthouse.

Usually, I’d head to the kitchen and make myself supper, but I went to the bedroom instead. That photo of Farrah had been on my mind the entire drive, and I knew I wasn’t getting rid of this hard-on until I took care of it.

I went to the shower, propping my phone on the soap holder, open to the photo of Farrah, and turned the water on hot. I slipped out of my clothes and stepped in, letting the pressure berate my skin.

Taking my cock in my hand, I pumped it, staring at Farrah’s ass, the sexy way her thong disappeared between perfect, fleshy cheeks.

I’d pull her thong aside and tease her hole, feeling how wet she was for me. God, she turned me on like no other woman ever had. She’d moan, wiggling her hips back, trying to get me to sate the need we both felt.

Instead, I’d wrap my fist through her hair, pulling her back until her chin lifted and the back of her head was against my shoulder.

“Farrah, baby,” I’d say, my voice low. “Patience is a virtue.”

“I don’t want to be patient,” I could practically hear her say as the water continued to beat a steady stream against my bare skin.

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