Page 19 of Billionaire's Black Assistant

“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned, feeling her sheathe him more tightly within her walls of velvet and honey. Much as Sheri didn’t want to let down her guard and try to show at least some restraint, it was becoming an uphill venture. There was this gravitational force dragging her into a free fall towards Dean, putting him at the center of her subconscious.

“Baby, I’m going to come,” she whimpered, staring deep into his eyes as he pumped in and out of her. “I can’t fight it anymore.”

“Then don’t,” he growled. “I got you, princess.”

She moaned as he joined their lips, caressing her tongue with his and then sucking her tongue into his mouth. Her hands cupped his stubbly jaw, lost in the exhilaration of feeling him inside her, around her, taking over her system. She came, coating him in her wetness while her vaginal muscles milked him. Her orgasm blasted into the base of her spine and surged her upper body forward. She screamed, feeling him pound her harder and harder.

It was perfect, moments later, to have him flood her insides with his hot seed, triggering those brain-numbing aftershocks that stretched out her toes and fingertips.

Long minutes later and Sheri still couldn’t move. Dean had rolled off her at some point, but now he positioned himself atop her once more, though keeping his weight off with his arms on either side of her. “You okay?” he teased with a soft smile, which seemed to tell her he’d spoken the truth when he’d said he wasn’t all talk.

Well damn, he’d sure convinced me, thought Sheri. But she said, “You came inside me.”

Those piercing gray eyes gleamed. “And I never do that – never go without a condom. But I’m clean, I assure you. And from your recent employee screening and evaluation file, I know you are, too. And, that you’ve been on the Pill for a year.”

That hint of smugness she seemed to catch in his tone had Sheri finally coming to her senses. She pushed on Dean’s chest till he moved aside, then she swung her legs to the floor. But when she stood up, he tugged her down onto his lap, her back against his chest as he sat propped against the pillows. “And who said you could go?” he asked in her ear, his hands coming round to tease her breasts.

“I need to clean up in the bathroom and then change. We can’t stay in here much longer. The crew…”

He turned her chin with his hand and made her face him. “This isn’t some meaningless, random romp, you know that don’t you? Being inside you when you come, feeling your soft curvy body against mine, the picture of me sliding in and out of you – I don’t think I can stop.”

“But what about us working together? Wouldn’t this make things uncomfortable?”

“If you’re worried about something like that, then why did you do it?” he growled. Sheri didn’t feel ready to confess that she planned on leaving the job soon anyway.

“Let’s just take this one step at a time,” she gasped. Dean had spread open her legs and pushed two fingers inside her. He only just barely toyed with her clit, but she was pushing up, trying to intensify the pressure of his fingers over and inside her vulva.

It seemed impossible to be so turned on again, so soon. Yet here Sheri was, riding his fingers, matching those thrusts jabbing so unerringly on her G-spot. Her nails dug into his thighs spread just outside hers, her body taken over by that familiar tide of ecstasy. In seconds, she was coming, her juices flooding Dean’s hand. As she leaned back into him, she felt his hardness prodding the base of her spine. She didn’t even think twice about it, but shifted her hips, gripped his base, and then lowered herself on his shaft.

She heard his throaty rumble of pleasure and felt him sink his teeth into her shoulder. This time was as rough, filthy, and wet as before. Dean held her tight and bounced her up and down on his stem, till Sheri was reduced to a whimpering mess. She could never describe how good it felt with him inside her, plunging fast and deep with each thrust.

His hands went down the front of her body, massaging her breasts then down to her folds, spreading and manipulating them as they swelled hungrily round his invading shaft. Desperately close to coming, Sheri moaned and begged for him to finish her. Dean chuckled darkly, seeking her clit and strumming it roughly and quickly. Coupled with his hard thrusts, she was soon ripped apart with her most violent orgasm yet. His powerful arms around her held her from flopping off, while keeping them fused as he, too, soon claimed his release.

It was much later when they’d both showered and changed that Sheri let her mind take on anything else. Her thoughts went to Guy and she felt the heaviness of guilt. But then she reasoned that she hadn’t broken her promise because she definitely wasn’t going to date Dean. She’d succumbed to her physical needs, but she wasn’t about to put any romance or emotions into play with a man like him. She’d hold out for as long as it took and never let herself even dream of something deeper. So when it was time to go, she’d have no regrets. But at least there’d be these red-hot memories, which she knew would be burned into her pores and even her bones.

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