Page 8 of Dear Billionaire Boss
“You just—”
“I laugh when I’m nervous.” He rubs the back of his neck. “And since I read what you wrote to me, I suddenly feel very nervous around you.”
“You are?”
“I feel nothing with Gina,” he says, pushing his fingers into my hair. “But with you, it’s like my world went from black and white to color with a stroke of your pen.”
He leans in and brushes his lips gently across mine. I feel the sensation of his kiss down to my toes. When I don’t kiss him back, I can see him start to close up from uncertainty in front of me to protect himself. I grab the lapels of his jacket and yank him back towards me, crushing his lips against mine.
A growl erupts from his chest, like this kiss has awaken some beast inside him that’s been dormant for some time now. His body traps mine between him and the wall, and I feel the hard press of his cock against my belly.
His hands explore my soft curves, taking their time to caress and massage my body. I moan in pleasure as his hand finds its way beneath the fabric of my skirt. His roaming hand slides up my inner thigh and over the aching mound of my pussy. His mouth finds mine and swallows another moan that escapes me. I bite down on his lower lip when his fingertips, push aside the lace fabric of my panties and into my wet folds. In and out he thrusts his fingers and the pleasure grows inside me. I can’t think. I can only hold on to this roller coaster of pleasure. When I come, he doesn’t stop, prolonging the sensation of my release until I have to push his hand away.
GRAYSON
“We can’t do this,” she breathes out.
I chuckle and kiss a trail down her neck. “We already have.”
“I mean we can’t do this here.”
I’m so easily lost with her that it takes a moment for the reality that we are in the office hits me. Anyone could walk in and find us together.
“You’re right.” I step back, needing to put space between us. The temptation and pull of her is strong and if were to try and kiss me, I wouldn’t care where we were, I’d need to have her right there.
Maren presses herself against the wall trying to steady her breathing, and I lean against the conference table. Neither one of us says anything. Maren’s gaze drifts down to my hard cock still evident as it pushes against my suit pants. She looks back up at me.
“Are there cameras in here?”
I shake my head. “No.”
The corner of her mouth ticks up slightly. She reaches beneath her skirt and tugs down the thin lace of her panties and kicks them off to the side. She closes the few feet between us and runs her hands up my chest, pushing my suit jacket off my shoulders. My heart races as she undoes each button of my shirt and pushing it off as well. She dips her finger into my pants and pulls me away from where I’m leaning to reposition herself in my spot and jumps up onto the table. I grab beneath her knees pull her thighs apart.
I find her lips with mine again, needing to taste her sweet kiss. I unbuckle my pants and pull my cock free. I step as close as I can and position myself at her entrance.
“Do it,” she breathes against my lips.
I push inside her. She’s wet and ready for me, but still tight enough to take my breath away. I push farther. Maren lays back on her hands, moaning with pleasure with each thrust in and out of her. I increase the pace of my hips, wanting the friction between us to build to a peak that will leave her screaming my name. I grip her thighs pumping harder.
She reaches out for me. I lean forward, and she wraps her arm around my neck to hold one. I give her another bruising kiss, wanting more, and knowing more will never be enough. We push closer to our climax, both holding on to the other as an anchor to keep from drifting off and losing ourselves completely in this moment. I want to see her face when I make her come. Just the thought of it spurs me on. I can feel the release, it’s so close.
“Are you ready?” I ask, enunciating each word with a thrust of my cock inside her.
“Yes!” she cries out.
We both come together. Our bruising grips on one another leaving a temporary brand of this moment. But this is nothing temporary about how I feel. I’m was lost until Maren found me. I just need to make sure I don’t mess this up and lose her before it’s truly begun.
6
MAREN
Despite the late hour when I finally get home later, Willa catches my walk of shame into the apartment.
“What do you mean you slept with him?” Willa asks from the sofa.
I’d already called to tell her I was going to be late because I had to work, but I had no idea how late I’d be after Grayson and I hooked up. I sit down on the other end of the sectional.
“It happened so quickly. He confronted me with the letter and one thing led to another and we had sex on the conference table.”
