Page 53 of Billionaire Accidental Daddy

I made my choice. I’m going to be one of the many women Cole Ashford has hooked up with. It will almost certainly be amazing. I’ll never forget it.

The only question is if he’ll remember it too. Years from now, when I have my company and he has control of the board like he wants, and we’ve both moved on.

I’m vain enough to want him to remember me. Remember this.

So instead of answering Cole with words, I move toward his desk. I close his laptop and move it to the side. Then I take a hand paintedWorld’s Best Dadmug and move it to a shelf. I collect the miscellaneous papers into a stack and place them on top of the laptop.

I sneak a glance at Cole. He’s watching me like a wild animal whose leash is about to snap.

My stomach flips.

Now or never.

I strip off my red sweater.

Cole gets even more tense.

Then I quickly pull my pants off. I’m standing with my back to the desk, in just my bra and underwear. The bra is black, unlined lace, which somewhat makes up for the plain black cotton underwear I’m wearing.

My fingertips are trembling. I turn away from Cole and face the desk. I’m trembling, part nerves, part desire. I place mypalms on his desk and lean forward, I feel my back arch, my hips raise.

If you don’t wantme to bend you over this desk and fuck you, I need you to leave. I don’t think I’ll ever forget those words as long as I live.

I look back over my shoulder at Cole. He’s watching me, eyes darkened by need.

“Like this?” I ask.

For one heavy heartbeat, neither Cole nor I move.

And then he’s behind me, kissing my neck, covering his body with mine. I realize too late that I’ve picked a position that means I can’t touch him. Can barely look at him. But oh, I canfeelhim. He grinds his cock into my ass as he slides his hand down my stomach, slipping his fingers under the edge of my panties. He strokes and pets me there until I’m soaked and twisting against him.

Cole runs a finger over my throbbing clit. “Let me suck it,” he growls.

I gasp. “You don’t have to...I mean I’m ready...”

His laugh is low and dark in my ear. “You think my mouth on you is about your pleasure?”

He flips me round, so that I’m sitting on the edge of his desk, facing him. He sinks to his knees and spreads my thighs. “This is for me.”

He kisses me through my underwear.

“Take your bra off,” he orders.

My hands shake as I fumble with the clasp, then toss my bra aside.

Cole groans. “Yes. good. Touch yourself.”

My hands cup my breasts. They feel so soft and full. My nipples feel so sensitive. When my nail grazes over one, I arch my back without meaning to.

“Yes,” Cole breathes. “That’s it. Put on a show for me. Make it good for me, baby.”

Maybe I should feel insulted at his brazen selfishness. But his unabashed pleasure in my body is liberating.

His thumb circles my clit through the fabric of my panties. I hear myself make a breathy, whiny sound. He nudges my legs further apart, until I feel spread, turned-on, and helpless. Naked for his pleasure.

Well, not entirely naked.

That’s when he grabs the cheap fabric and tears.

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