Page 43 of Mid-Thirties Slightly Hot Mess Female Seeking Billionaire

"No." I shake my head because it’s quite flattering to be carried by a strong, muscular man, especially when you’re not skinny. It makes me feel like I’m light as a feather, even though I know I’m not.

He heads down the hallway to an open door and walks inside. I’m in awe as I look around. We’re in his bedroom, and it’s the most masculine bedroom I’ve ever been in. His walls are dark charcoal, and there’s a huge king-size bed in the middle of two dark night tables. Two brass light sconces give a warm hue to the room. He drops me unceremoniously onto the bed and then climbs up beside me. He reaches down, and I feel his fingers running down my calf toward my shoes. He takes off my pumps and drops them onto the ground. His fingers are nimble and soft, and I shiver at his touch.

"Feeling comfortable?" he asks, and I nod slowly. I’m comfortable but super out of my element. Is this really going down?

"What are we doing?" I ask him, even though that’s the stupidest question I’ve ever asked. It’s quite obvious what we’re about to do. I just don’t know if we should be doing this. And when I say we, I mean I. Do I really want to hook up with my boss?

A voice in my head starts laughing, as if that’s the stupidest question I’ve ever asked myself. Of course, I want to hook up with him. I have since the first time I ever saw him.

"What do you mean?" He stares at me like I’m crazy. He looks around the room and then at me. "We’re in my bedroom, on my bed."

"Well, don’t you have a no-fraternization policy at the company?" I ask softly. I hate to bring it up, but it’s his rule, and I don’t know if he’ll be upset with me if he breaks it.

"Well, I think, technically, we’re okay. The no-fraternization policy is technically about people dating." He smirks. "We’re not dating. We’re just having some fun."

"Okay," I say, nodding slowly because nothing he said is a lie. It doesn’t feel great to hear that we’re not dating or that he doesn’t want to date me, which is what I assume he means, but it’s not like I want to date him, either. I barely know him. At least, that’s what I tell myself, so it doesn’t hurt quite so badly.

"Plus, I think we both know that lots of people hook up at the company, right?"

I stare at him with wide eyes."I don’t know." I hope he’s not trying to get me to snitch. That’s the last thing I want to do to my fellow coworkers.

"Don’t worry," he says, laughing. "I’m not going to ask you who at the company is hooking up. We both know that it happens."

"I mean, I’ve heard that perhaps it happens."

"It doesn’t matter," he says. "The point is, hooking up is fine, and even if it’s not, I don’t care because I’m the boss, and I can do whatever I want."

"You are going to drive me crazy with your I’m the boss shit," I say, not knowing how to respond.

"I’m going to drive you crazy?" he asks. "What do you mean by that?"

"I mean, this is kind of weird, right? That we’re here, I’m in your room, it’s a workday, and…"

"Shush," he says, pressing a finger on my lips. "I think we can both agree that this is something that’s been on our minds for a while."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, our sexual chemistry." He reaches up and starts undoing the buttons on my shirt. I stare at him and nod slowly. I’m glad to hear that he has felt it, too, and it isn’t just in my head.

"You barely noticed me this week though. You didn’t even know who I was before."

"As soon as I saw you in that bar and we made eye contact, I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind." He pulls off my shirt and stares at me in my bra. My heart is racing so rapidly that it may pop out of my chest.

I watch his eyes turn dark and stormy as he looks me over, and I try to push my breasts forward and suck my stomach in.

"You’re fucking hot," he says as he reaches over and grabs the back of my neck and pulls me closer to him. It’s hot and powerful, and I love that he’s taking charge.

I reach over, touch the side of his arm, and squeeze his muscles. He leans down and kisses me again; this time, his fingers run up and down the side of my body. He then pulls my bra straps down and slips them off, my nipples pebbling in the cool air. His lips move to my neck, and he kisses down toward my breasts before taking one of my hardened nipples in his mouth and sucking. It’s my turn now, and I reach up and start unbuttoning his shirt.

If I’m going to have no top on, he is definitely going to have no top on. I can barely process what’s happening, but I know I don’t want it to stop. My fingers fumble around on his shirt until I finally get all the buttons open. He leans back a little to give himself enough room to maneuver, pulls his shirt off, and throws it to the ground. I’m in awe as I stare at his tan, muscular chest. There’s a sprinkling of hair, but it just makes him even sexier. He licks his lips and then reaches for my skirt. He grabs it and pulls it down swiftly, tossing it to the ground so that I’m now lying there in only my panties.

"If I’m only going to be in my panties…" I trail off, raising a questioning brow toward his pants. I watch him pull them off, and my mouth goes dry as I stare at him in a pair of black briefs that cling to his body. He’s hard, and I can see the outline of his cock in the material. From what I can see, it’s big. Really, really big. He smirks as he leans back down and runs his fingers between the valley of my breasts toward my belly button. I think he’s about to stop, but his fingers keep on going straight down into my panties. My eyes close of their own accord at the sensation as he slips his fingers in and rubs against my clit. He can feel that I’m already wet, and he growls slightly before pulling his fingers out and sucking on them.

Holy hell, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

"You taste sweet, just like I knew you would. Sweeter than strawberry wine. I could lick that pussy dry and still thirst for more." He growls, and my stomach flips.

I wet my lips, which, along with my mouth, have become ridiculously dry. I’m sweating, and my heart is racing at the enormity of what’s happening. Is this moment real?

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