Page 45 of The Billionaire's Assistant

“There will definitely be a later.”

“I might actually need dinner first,” he said.

“I’ll give you anything you want. Right after I give you this.” I pushed into him again harder this time, making him slide along the mattress.

I bent him double again. He arched up, fighting me just enough to make it fun. But I saw the spark in his eyes. “You like this.”

He nodded. “I didn’t know I did, but I do.”

“I have so many things to show you.”

After that, I couldn’t talk anymore, I worked myself in and out of his tight ass until there was no more holding back, until the whole world was filled with my need to come. I let go, driving against him, spilling myself into his body and collapsing on top of him.

He wrapped his arms around me to hold me there.

I protested. “I’m too heavy for you.”

“No, you’re just right.”

We lay like that for a while. Ben petted my hair as I rested against him, and we breathed to the same rhythm. Being here in bed with him, relaxed and not having to pretend to be anything else but a man with a guy he cared about, felt almost as good as being inside him. I knew he found my world overwhelming, but somehow we would make it work, because after all, I got what I wanted.

When I began to worry that the cum on his chest would dry and stick us together, I forced myself to sit up. He gasped when my cock slipped out of his ass.

“Sore?”

He shook his head. “It’s not bad.”

“Let’s run you a bath. You can soak while I cook dinner.”

He frowned. “You really cook?”

“I do. I learned when I was a kid. We had an awesome cook. She was…a lot warmer than my parents, so I spent a lot of time with her. She taught me, then it became something I did as stress relief.

He laughed. “I can see you taking something many people find stressful and using it as a stress reliever from your high-powered job.”

“Come on.” I took his hand and pulled him to his feet. He wavered, and I steadied him with my hands on his waist.

“Are you all right?”

His gaze met mine, his eyes still dark with desire. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt better.”

“Good.” I brought him in to my bathroom, and his eyes widened as he looked around.

“Wow, I guess I should’ve assumed you’d have an orgy-sized tub to match your orgy-sized bed.”

“Only the best for me. Orgies are messy though.”

He grinned. “What we just did was messy?”

“True.”

“And surely you don’t wash your own sheets?”

“No, it’s not that. It’s just…I’d don’t want that many people to focus on. I like to dedicate all my attention to just one man or woman. I want the person I’m with to feel special.”

“You do a good job of that.”

I kissed him, just a gentle press of my lips, but it made him shiver. Before I forgot what I was doing, I turned on the shower. “Let’s get rinsed off, and then I’ll run a bath for you.”

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