Page 39 of The Billionaire's Assistant

“I want to show you how good it can feel for me to open you up. I want to push my dick inside you and fuck you hard. I want to watch your face as you come.”

“God, Miles, how do you always know what to say?”

“Because we want the same thing.”

“Do we?”

I brushed my thumb over his cheekbone. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

“I want to believe that.”

So did I. “I don’t know what to say, but you…I’m not playing with you.”

“I would love to come home with you. I would love for you to fuck me.”

I closed my hands into fists to keep from grabbing him again. “If you keep talking like that, I’m going to fuck you right here.”

“No, you’re not. You’ve got your forensic accounting coming in about”—he looked down at his watch—“five minutes.”

“Then you better get out of here because I’ve only got five minutes to get rid of this.” I took his hand and pressed it against my cock.

“Maybe a record fast cold shower would help.”

I groaned. “I wish I could take you in there with me.”

He waved a hand toward the bathroom. “Go. Get yourself ready.”

Ben held some files over his own erection as he slunk back to his desk. I couldn’t help but laugh. Being with him made me happy in a way I hadn’t been in so long.

18

BEN

Several hours later, after I arranged for my neighbor to feed Felix, Miles escorted me downstairs and held the door for me as I slipped into the back seat of his waiting car.

As soon as Miles was settled in beside me, he put up the privacy screen and pulled me onto his lap. Before I could protest, he was kissing me, and in seconds I was lost to the moment, working my hips against him, twining my fingers in his thick hair. When his tongue slid along mine, I prayed we got to his home quickly. Because if not, I was going to have him right there. I’d never felt so much like an animal with anyone before.

I only vaguely heard the honking of horns, the screech of tires, and the shouts of people in the city around us as we made our way slowly through traffic. Miles pulled my shirt from my pants and slid his hands up my back. I loved the feel of his skin on mine. He teased my nipples and nibbled at my lower lip, then kissed my neck, pushing my head to the side to give him more access.

What the hell was I doing? I was in city traffic in my boss’s car. I had no business being here, but there was no way in hell I was going to stop. We made out like crazed teenagers until the driver tapped on the partition. “Mr. Montgomery, we’ve arrived.”

I had to put my hand over my mouth to keep him from hearing me laugh.

“Give us a moment, please,” Miles said.

“Of course, sir.”

Miles brushed his hands through my hair and straightened my tie. I worked my jacket back onto my shoulders, then rose as much as I could so I could tuck my shirt back into my pants. Miles adjusted himself, and once we were semi-respectable he stepped out of the car and held the door for me.

We walked through the lobby of his building as though we were nothing more than acquaintances, but as soon as we were on the elevator, Miles had me pressed against the wall, his whole body grinding against mine. By the time we reached his penthouse, I could hardly breathe.

I was thankful no one else lived on the top level because there was no way I was going to be able to pull myself together or calm down my dick before we got out of the elevator.

Miles’s shirt was hanging out of his pants when the doors opened, and I didn’t even remember tugging on it. We raced out of the elevator holding hands and laughing. With the tap of a button on his phone, his door slid open, like some kind of futuristic space station.

When I stepped inside, the expansiveness of the space shook me out of my daze. His penthouse was bigger than any house I’d ever lived in. It was gorgeously decorated in soft shades of brown, green, and cream, but I didn’t have time for more than a cursory looks as Miles led me to his bedroom. A huge bed, larger than any I’d ever seen, dominated the space. Did he use it for orgies? I pushed that thought away; I didn’t want to know.

“Clothes off,” he demanded.

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