Page 15 of My Best Friend's Billionaire Brother
I imagine getting her alone in a room, her standing before me, her chest rising and falling as I stalk toward her. I imagine hooking my finger under the strap of her top, sliding it down her shoulders, doing the same with the other side until her breasts, perky with pink erect buds, slip free.
I’d take one into my mouth, suckling and biting softly until she moans, the sound filling the room, my ears, my very soul.
Fuck.
I reach down to grasp my already hard cock in my hands, squeezing gently and then pumping slowly.
I imagine pushing Josie toward the bed, her slipping out of her dress, leaving her completely and utterly naked before me. Taking hold of her shoulders,pushing her back against the bed, crawling over top of her. I’d position myself over her and then plunge into her soft, soaking center.
I grit my teeth, imagining the feel of her around me. How she would welcome me into her. The way her eyes would widen at the feel of me inside of her, her mouth opening in a perfect O.
Will.
She’d moan my name softly.
I’d pump faster.
Will!
I’d reach down to play with her clit, rubbing softly, faster and faster.
Will, Will, Will.
My name would tumble from her lips like a prayer, like a chant she wouldn’t be able to stop. I’d fuck her harder and harder.
My name is the only one you’ll remember. The only name that matters, I’d say to her.
I pump my dick faster, bracing myself against the shower wall, gritting my teeth as my climax nears.
I imagine Josie screaming my name, screaming unintelligible words, her pussy clenching around me, her head thrown back in ecstasy, her breasts bobbing.
And with a deep groan, I explode.
I slump forward, both hands on the shower wall, panting, those dirty images of Josie at my mercy still etched in my mind.
I open my eyes, staring at the water as it rolls down my legs and circles the drain. God. I’m fucked now, aren’t I?
Chapter 9
Will
It’s well past the end of the workday when I finally shut my laptop and stand up from my desk. My plan to get drinks with Turner is the only thing stopping me from continuing to work well into the evening.
Things with the new job have been going well. Exceptionally well, honestly. The transition to CFO has been smooth, the job is everything I wanted, and it feels nice to finally let Dad take a step back from his empire and move toward retirement. I know that’s what both he and Mom want. I’m hoping that my being here will give them the confidence to eventually fully step down. Travel the world, get a dog, just relax.
I check the time on my phone. I’m supposed to meet Turner in twenty minutes in an upscale bar in Back Bay. I should make it there just in time.
I head to the parking garage of the tall, skyscraper our company is located in, in the heart of downtown Boston. It doesn’t take me long to drive to the bar, and I manage to find a good parking space just a block away.
When I walk in, I see that Turner already has a table for us. A high-top in the back corner. He waves me over, and I take a seat.
“How’s work? You just come from the office?” he immediately asks. He pushes a Corona toward me, having already ordered.
I smile. He knows me so well. “You know it. A lot going on.”
Turner shakes his head. “When are you going to learn to relax? You’ve got more money than you could ever know what to do with. What’s your motivation for working anyway?” he jokes.
I roll my eyes. “I’d be bored out of my mind, that’s the motivation. Besides, my parents’ legacy is important to me. They built this company, and I intend to make sure it continues thriving.”
