Page 40 of The Billionaire's Assistant

As I let my jacket fall from my shoulders, my eyes locked with his. I saw desire burning there as I realized we’d never been naked in front of each other. We’d only known each other a matter of weeks, yet it felt like so much longer. It seemed like he’d touched me emotionally in ways no one ever had, but now that he was going to finally explore my body, I was nervous.

He must’ve seen the concern in my eyes because he stepped closer and cupped my face in his hands. “Remember what I told you. I’m not going to hurt you. I’m going to make sure you love every second of this.”

Truthfully, I’d never meant to stay a virgin as long as I had, but I’d never trusted anyone enough to let them inside me. I wasn’t sure why I trusted Miles so much, but somehow I did. And after the things Mrs. Weeks had told me about him, I felt even better about my decision.

If this was all he wanted from me, then at least I’d have a good experience for my first time, which is a hell of a lot more than most people got. I loosened my tie, then pulled it off and let it drop to the floor on top of my coat.

Miles watched me, his eyes growing darker, his lips parting.

“Aren’t you going to undress?” I asked.

“Eventually. Right now, I want to concentrate on watching you.”

My heart pounded and my hands were unsteady as I worked to remove the rest of my clothes. So many people craved Miles’s attention. Others were intimidated when he turned it fully on them, but now, I had him all to myself. The intensity of his gaze was overwhelming, but it warmed me, made me feel like I was as special as he said I was.

I pulled my shirt from my pants, unbuttoned a few buttons, then yanked it over my head. Miles stepped forward and laid his hands on my shoulders. The way he swept them down my arms made me shiver. He circled my waist and let his thumbs slide over my ribs.

“So fucking beautiful.”

His hands moved to open the fastenings of my pants, then he pushed them and my briefs over my hips until they dropped to the floor. I wasn’t as graceful as I’d hoped as I removed my shoes and kicked out of my pants, but Miles didn’t seem to mind.

He wrapped his arms around me and pressed his hands against my back, stroking down to my ass, then clenching it, pulling my cheeks apart, brushing his fingers along the crease, and making me moan. How could I need him so badly already?

“Undress for me,” I said. “Please. I want to see you too.”

I knew he was gorgeous. I’d looked him up and found so many pictures of him online, pictures of him in a swimsuit, pictures of him with other men and women that made me feel all twisted up inside, even though it was crazy to be jealous. I wanted him to be all mine. For tonight, I could pretend he was.

I reached for his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders. He let me push it down to his elbows before stepping back to pull off one sleeve, then the other.

“Sit down on the bed and touch yourself as you watch me.”

My face burned at the thought of jerking off in front of him, but he’d done it as I’d watched, and it had seemed so natural to him. Surely I could do it too. He wanted to watch, so there was no reason to be embarrassed. I settled onto the bed, spread my legs wide, and wrapped a hand around my cock.

“That’s it, baby. Show me how you like to be touched.”

“I think you figured it out just fine.”

He smiled as he took off his tie and slowly unbuttoned his shirt, not in a desperate rush to be naked the way I had.

But I knew his calmness wasn’t real. I’d felt the wild desire in him in the car, in the elevator, in the way he pulled me immediately into his bedroom. I could see it in the tightness of his jaw and the way he held his shoulders. He was putting on a show because he could, because he had that much control, even as desperate as he was. I loved knowing he was just as unbearably horny as I was.

19

MILES

Iwas surprised I was able to manage to unbutton my shirt as I watched Ben lying there on my bed, legs wickedly spread, his hand slowly stroking his cock, mesmerized by the sight of me undressing. It was enough to make me feel like I could come in a matter of seconds. I was going to have to fight for control tonight and make myself last when the time came for me to be inside him, his tight ass gripping me.

I let my shirt join the pile of clothes on my floor and tried not to think about my suit laying there all crumpled. Marisol would faint if she saw how I was treating one of her bespoke creations, but this wasn’t time for folding and hanging clothes. That would have to come later. I unfastened my pants, and I smiled at him, holding his gaze as I slowly lowered my zipper. Ben’s hand began to move faster and he was gripping himself tighter now.

“Slow down. We have a lot to do tonight.”

“Fuck.”

“Yes. And look and touch and taste.”

I wanted to breathe him in, to have him so close to me I could feel every part of him.

When I pushed my pants down, Ben’s hand sped up again.

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