Page 104 of The Billionaire's Wake-up-call Girl

The wallpaper is smooth and cool on my cheek. His breath is ragged in my ear, all desperate desire and vulnerability.

Massive hands grip my ass, massaging it, grinding my pussy against the wall, kind of making me hump the wall.

Humping the wall is definitely not an activity I would’ve thought up on my own, sitting around bored on a Saturday night or whatever. I’d reach for the vibrator long before I’d go for humping the wall, but it’s incredibly pleasurable with him lewdly pressing my flesh.

“I’ve been thinking about this ass all day long,” he says. “I’ve been thinking aboutthisall day long.”

I want to say something sassy, but the language-formation part of my brain seems to be offline. Maybe the pleasure center of my brain annexed it, needing more space to put up dome-topped skyscrapers and rocket launch pads and other phallic things.

He slides his hands around to the fronts of my thighs, pulling up my dress, baring my legs. “What the hell do you think you’re wearing?”

“You don’t like it?”

He rumbles his displeasure. “Do you like being impudent?” he asks, pressing a finger into my wet folds. My breath hitches at the contact.

“Yes, I like it,” I say, trembling with excitement. “Yes, I do.”

Liking it more by the minute.

He grabs my hair and yanks my head back, looking into my eyes while he does me with his finger. Observing and assessing, sexy scientist that he is, adjusting his stroke for maximum, delicious, excruciating pleasure.

“What was that?” he asks, voice gravelly with desire.

“Yes,” I breathe, melting in his hands. “I like being impudent.”

“God. That smart mouth…that smart…” Instead of finishing his sentence, he kisses me while stroking me nearly to oblivion.

Nearly.

Just before I’m about to come, he releases my hair and lets off on my pussy.

I’m about to protest, but I don’t—his feral gaze steals my words away.

He grabs the neck of my dress in a two-fisted hold. With just one harsh yank, he rips it asunder—simply tears it in two. I gasp at the suddenness of the motion. At the blast of cool hotel room air hitting my naked skin. Rough fists yank down my bra.

We’re doing the savage thing now. It’s savage go-time!

He pulls me flush to him. His breath saws in and out, gravelly with desire. He holds me so tightly that the hard circles of his suit coat buttons jut into my flesh. “You come here,” he growls into my ear.

It’s an unreasonable thing to say, being that I can hardly be closer to him…unreasonable and awesome.

Without warning, he begins pulling and tearing off the last bits of my clothes. Desire throbs in my veins, right down to my clit.

He pulls me from the wall and bends me roughly over a chair.

I clutch the arms, heart racing.

“Wider.” He kicks my legs apart.

I can barely breathe. He’s doing something back there. What? My whole body yearns for him to touch me again.

I press back, nudging him with my ass. “Where’d you go?” I say. “You know the wake-up-call girl can’t spend all day with just one client.”

“What’s that?” he growls.

“You heard me,” I say.

Suddenly he slaps my ass. Actually spanks me! “The wake-up-call girl will spend as long as I need.”

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