Page 23 of The Billionaire's Assistant

The exquisite heat of him, the way he swallowed around me, was driving me insane. He wrapped a hand around my shaft and stroked as he slid his lips along my length.

I had to close my eyes, knowing I would come instantly if I kept watching, but when he drew me deeper and began to do things with his tongue that seemed impossible, I opened my eyes. The sight of him with his lips stretched around me nearly made me choke.

He looked up at me. His eyes dark blue were filled with heat. Jesus, he was loving this. This amazing man who could have anyone he wanted was sucking my cock and loving it.

I swayed as the room began to spin. Miles took hold of my hips, steadying me, but he never stopped working my dick. As he kept going, I fought the need to come. I wanted this to last as long as it could. Fuck, I wanted it to last forever, not that I would survive too much longer.

My pulse was going dangerously fast. Could I really hear it? Was it that loud? A moment later, I realized the banging I heard was someone knocking on the door, not actually my heart about to explode.

Panic flooded me, and I tried to push Miles away.

He resisted my efforts, then very slowly pulled off my cock, using his tongue to tease the slit before he yelled, “I’m busy.”

“Where the hell is your assistant? I thought he was at the gala.”

“He’s busy too.”

I bit my lip to keep from laughing hysterically. The situation was absurd. It was like something from a movie, not something that would actually happen to me.

“This is important,” the man—was it Frank?—yelled.

Miles ignored him and took my dick back down his throat.

When I gasped, he brought his hand up and covered my mouth. He sucked me harder, taking me even deeper, humming around me. I was so close. I was going to come with somebody banging on his door. Someone who thought enough of themselves that they would dare. What if they got in? What if they saw?

Miles used his grip on me to tilt my head down. When I looked into his eyes, he smiled around my dick, and swallowed the last inch of my shaft. I was lost. I pushed at his shoulders, trying to let him know, but he didn’t move. Seconds later, my climax washed over me, and the world dimmed. There was nothing but the intense sensation of pumping out my cum down his throat. Down the throat of Miles Montgomery, CEO of Montgomery Enterprises, my boss.

I’m not sure how long it took for me to truly be aware of my surroundings again. The knocking and yelling had stopped, and Miles was looking up at me, satisfaction on his face, like a well-fed predator.

“I…um…what about you?”

He smiled as he came to his feet and one smooth motion. Somehow his tuxedo didn’t even look wrinkled, and here I was still wearing my shirt and tie, pants discarded. And no doubt my hair looked like hell, even though I couldn’t remember anything happening to it.

Miles walked around the desk again, grabbed his rolling chair, and pulled it around so he could sit in front of me. He spread his legs, unbuckled his pants, and pulled out his cock. It was thick and intimidating, but that didn’t keep me from licking my lips. I wanted to taste him, and—God help me—I wanted to feel him inside me. I shouldn’t trust him, but I did. Somehow I knew he would make it so good for me. This was dangerous. It was going to blow up in my face. I was going to be sorry, but right then I felt too good with the high of my climax still coursing through me.

He wrapped a hand around himself and started to stroke. I pushed away from the desk, taking an unsteady step, but he shook his head, and I froze. Damn, it was hard to disobey him. “Don’t you want me to…?”

“Not yet. Not tonight.” His voice was lower and rougher than usual. His throat was probably sore from sucking my cock. The thought made me shiver, and it made my cock stir, wanting to come to life again.

He must have noticed, because his smile widened. “Tonight you’re just going to watch, watch and think about exactly how much you want it.”

“Are you serious?”

“I’m always serious.”

I leaned back against the desk again, not sure I’d be able to stay on my feet.

Miles’s head dropped back against the headrest as he tightened his grip on his cock, groaning as he gave himself a long, slow stroke. My knees threatened to buckle, and I held on to the desk as tightly as I had when his mouth was on me. Not only did I need to steady myself, if I let go, I was going to close the space between us, drop to my knees, and lick the precum that was beaded at his slit.

He’d told me to stay put, and I wanted to please him. What did that say about me? I wasn’t sure, but in that moment I was able to push the thought aside. He was so fucking gorgeous. He looked so filthy splayed out in his chair, pants open, cock out. I imagined riding him like that, straddling him, sinking onto him. I suddenly hated that I’ve never done that. I’d never let a man fuck me. How pathetic was it that I’d waited this long?

Miles brushed his thumb over his slit, then brought it to his mouth. He held my gaze as he licked off the drop of precum. I wanted to kiss him, to taste him off his own lips. He made me want anything and everything. I wished I was more experienced.

“I want to lick you clean. Please let me.” I couldn’t believe I’d gotten those words out, but the wide smile Miles gave me made the embarrassment worth it.

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