Page 90 of The Billionaire's Assistant

“God, Miles.”

“You could have died.”

“So could you, but that’s over now.”

I nodded. It was time to forget about his family and focus on each other. “I want you on your hands and knees so I can eat your ass.”

“Here?” Ben looked down at the floor, then over at the couch.

“Anywhere, but the bed would be most comfortable.” He took off for the bedroom and I raced after him.

We both stripped in record time and then I was there, kneeling behind him, pulling his ass cheeks apart so I could get to the core of him.

I needed this so badly. I needed to touch him and taste him, to hear him whine and whimper, to have that visceral reassurance that he was alive and here, that he was mine.

I wasn’t afraid of loving him anymore, but I was sure as hell afraid of losing him. I was going to protect him no matter what. No more threats, no more chances for anyone to get to him. If I had to tie him to my bed to accomplish that, then I would.

I used my tongue on him until he was begging and thrashing, seemingly unsure if he wanted to get away or get even more of my tongue inside him. When I let go of him, I slapped his ass. “Turn over.”

He whimpered again, and I reached for his hips to help him obey.

“Please. I want you to take me like this.”

“Like this, on your knees, ass in the air, biting the pillow to keep from screaming while I take you like an animal?”

He wiggled his ass as he whined. “Please. It’s so good having you pound into me from behind.”

“Anything you want, baby.” I couldn’t get my dick slicked up fast enough. Ben cried out when I drove into him. I didn’t stop until I was buried as deep as I could go. I held myself there as he worked his hips, trying to get me to move.

“Fuck me, Miles. Now.”

I chuckled. “What if I want to make you wait? What if I want you to beg?”

“I’m begging now. Please, I need this. Need you. Need to know….”

“What do you need to know?”

“That you’re mine.”

I pulled back and thrust in again. “I am completely yours.” I began fucking him with deep, rough strokes. “You can have anything from me. Anything.”

“Just…this. Fuck me.”

I did, harder and faster than I ever had until we were both panting, groaning, desperate. I reached under him and worked his cock until we both came within seconds of each other. The room spun around me as I collapsed on top of him.

When I regained the ability to move, I slowly rolled off him and he turned to face me.

“That was unbelievable,” he said.

I nodded, not ready to speak yet.

His expression turned serious, and I tensed. “I have something to confess.”

Please don’t let there be anything else to fuck this up. “What is it, Benjamin?”

“Eudora told me about what happened to you in college, with Emily.”

I let out an audible breath. “I’m so glad that’s all it is.”

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