Page 33 of My Orc Billionaire
I felt myself stretching up on my toes when I whispered, “Yes?”
He opened his mouth to answer, but instead of speaking, his gaze turned hesitant, and his tongueflicked out to brush against his broken tusk, causing him to wince.
“No!” I breathed, and to my complete surprise, I reached up to press my fingertips against the left corner of his mouth. “Don’t do that. Don’t hurt yourself.”
Something like confusion entered his eyes as they searched mine, and I forced a smile. “Abydos, you don’t need to live in pain. Whatever happened, you don’t deserve pain.”
“You don’t see my scars, do you?” he whispered.
And I melted.
With my hand pressed against his lips, it was easy enough to curl it around the back of his neck, to pull his head down toward mine. This was what I wanted. This is what I’d been desperate for.
His lips were thicker than I expected, firm and surprisingly smooth, molding over mine as I melted into the pressure. I gasped against him, careful not to brush the jagged edge of his broken tusk, and he angled his head, guiding me exactly where he wanted me. My lips fit between those tusks as if they belonged there, as if we’d been made for this.
Heat surged through me, low and insistent. My chest pressed against his as my pulse raced, every inch of me straining closer. When his tongue swept out—broad, ridged, teasing—I nearly whimpered. Sami told me orcs’ cocks were ridged like that, and the thought of him using either on me sent my arousal through the roof.
I could blame the wine, I suppose, but it was more likely I was drunk on Abydos.
He stroked along my lower lip before dipping inside, dragging that textured heat over my own tongue in a deliberate caress that made my knees wobble. I clutched his neck and shoulders, desperate to stayhere, pressed against him. I felt my core throbbing, but resisted the urge to press my hips forward and grind against him. But ohGodwas it difficult!
But then his hands tightened on my hips, drawing me closer, and I felt his erection—huge and thick—pressed against my stomach. My whole body went molten, arousal pooling deep inside me as if he’d lit a fire with nothing more than a kiss. And still he took his time, tasting, savoring, teasing with little strokes and swirls until I was mewling and damn near humping his leg.
That’s when I felt his lips curl above mine, and he used his hold on my hips toliftme. One moment I was straining on my toes to reach him, and the next, my ass was planted on the cold marble of the counter.
Dimly, I wondered where the wine had gone and if I needed to be worried about knocking it over…but then Abydos nudged my knees apart and stepped between my thighs, and I lost track of everything excepthim, and the way he made me feel.
His hands, large and warm, slid up from my hips, tracing the curve of my waist, the line of my ribs. I stiffened for a moment—just a moment, remembering how much my body had changed in the last year. And Abydos…somehow he guessed my concern.
Because his touch didn’t move to my breasts. Instead, he slid his hands around my back, spreading his palms across my T-shirt. I wondered if he could feel that I didn’t wear a bra, and if he wondered about it.
But all the while, we kissed, and I could feel myself falling forward into his arms…forever.
His lips left mine, trailing kisses along my jaw, down my throat, each press of his mouth like a brand on my skin.
“So soft,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble. “Perfect.”
Me.He thoughtIwas perfect? Did he remember who I was, who he was? He was my boss, and I…I was a human.
But in that moment, I didn’t think it mattered, because as aroused asIwas, he matched me. I rocked my hips, seeking the pressure I so desperately needed against my core, and I was met with the most perfect resistance. His cock was a hard, thick line against me, the heat of him searing through the layers of our clothing. The sensation of him, the thought of him, was driving me mad.
I wanted this. I wanted him.
“Abydos,” I whispered, my voice a plea. I clutched his shoulders, my hips moving with a mind of their own, grinding my clitoris against him. The friction was delicious, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through me.
He growled, a deep, primal sound, as his lips found the sensitive spot just below my ear. “That’s it, my little human,” he murmured. “Take what you need.”
That’s who I was to him, andthat was okay.It was enough. If that’s all this was—an employee dry-humping her boss after some wine because the power of the storm was so damn overwhelming—then that was enough.
Tomorrow I might disagree, but here and now…Ineededthis.
I gasped as I rocked against him. I could feel the tension coiling tighter, the pleasure building each time my clitoris pressed against his hard cock. I wondered what it would feel likeinsideme, that ridged cock moving within me, and the thought made me groan out loud.
And Abydos held me to him, as if I were…special.
“Gods below,” he groaned, his lips moving to my temple. “So good.”
The pressure, the sensation, the imaginary feel of him inside me—it was all too much. With a cry, I shattered, my orgasm ripping through me. I clung to Abydos, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over me. He held me through it, his hands steady, his lips pressed against my skin, occasionally murmuring quiet words I didn’t understand.
