Page 16 of Billionaire's Black Assistant

Her fingers grabbed the lapels of his coat and tugged him to meet her darkened gaze. “See? We have our priorities crossed. You’d deprive me of my job just to have your way. And to answer your question, no. I’ll never go out with you.”

Dean’s eyes flashed. He squeezed her bare ass hard and she gasped, brown eyes glowing with angry passion. The next moment, he was pulling her up, feeling her grip his shoulders as he positioned her on the counter, his body between her parted legs. His already straining erection was in direct contact with her lace-clothed sex at this height, and this time, he didn’t hold back from grinding into her with purpose. Biting hard on her bottom lip, Sheri ground on him right back, her knees hooked up on either side of his hips.

Dean’s brain had turned into a misty swirl of all manners of lusts and provocations.

“Let me down,” she said, as she calmly stared into his eyes.

“Cool customer, aren’t you?” he chuckled. “Even when I can feel your moist heat calling to me between these sexy thighs, you still mouth your little demands.”

He had his fingers digging into said thighs, loving his sexy, thick, ebony beauty with all these dangerous curves. “You’re a smart woman, Sheri. You know there’s only one way this can go.”

She leveled a glare at him through her thick black lashes, remaining silent.

“So don’t keep lying to yourself. Or to me – though I know it’s your own little defense mechanism. But guess what, princess…you already made one big mistake,” he said huskily, as he tugged the bow at her neck loose. “And that was letting me taste you.”

He bent down and kissed her hotly, with an unsuppressed delight. “You should have known it would never be enough,” he growled against her lips. He grabbed her knees and wrapped her trembling legs around his waist. Then, he lifted her off the counter, her arms instinctively encircling his neck as his hands cupped her ass. Keeping her balanced on his hips as they kissed hungrily, he took them in the direction of the master suite.

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Sheri expected to be set down once they reached the suite, but instead, Dean propped her back against the wall and with her legs and arms still wrapped around him went on kissing her. They’d never kissed for so long and with such abandon before. It was turning her on to feel his desire, to savor it on his tongue stabbing against hers.

Gasping, she tore away. “Are you sure we have time for this? The financial reports…”

“I don’t care about any of that right now, princess,” growled Dean. “I’m more focused on teaching you a lesson.”

Now what did I do, she thought with an inner shiver of anticipation. His eyes were gleaming, as he finally turned her from the wall and carried her to the middle of the room, where he let her slide down his body till her feet were planted on the floor.

None of this was supposed to be happening. But she was past the stage of being able to stop him. And, it was crazy, wicked, and impossible to resist.

“So, what next?” she taunted, keeping her bravado in place to hide the quaking in her body from the waist down. His little waiting game, with that ice-and-fire stare of his, was turning her on – just like everything else about him.

“Dean?”

“Take off your skirt.” The rasp in his voice made her spine tingle. “Peel it down your thighs. Slowly.”

She couldn’t fight back her triumphant smile, loving the deep, dark shadows in his gray gaze. She’d never seen such lust glowing in a man’s gaze.

She unzipped the skirt from the side and slowly edged it down her hips and down to her ankles before bending to draw it off each foot as she stepped out of it. She straightened and then waited for more instruction.

“The blouse comes off, too.”

She had to bite down on her lip or she’d have had a full-on grin. Taking her time, she unbuttoned the blouse and let it fall off her shoulders and down her arms to the floor behind her.

Dean’s finger beckoned her silently to come forward, and so she did, legs surprisingly steady, even with the way her hidden tiny folds quivered and jellified.

Sheri stood right before him and submitted to his scrutiny of her every curve. She felt him reach out and trailed an index finger over the rim of her lacy, skimpy boy shorts. “I just realized how much sexier these are than even thongs,” he murmured thoughtfully, tracing the edges that rested on her stomach and thighs and then round to where they barely encased her round, bouncy ass.

“And, I love how the white contrasts against your chocolate-caramel skin. Very mouthwatering. Turn around, Sheri.”

She obeyed and gave Dean full view of her voluptuous orbs, her gloriously trim waist and upper body, and then down again to her ass and those beautifully toned legs.

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