Page 29 of The Billionaire Alpha's Assistant

For a second, neither one of us breathes. Rafael takes me in with greedy eyes, but I don’t shrink away or cover myself.

Sinking down onto my knees, I take his enormous cock in my hands and run my thumb along its seam. Rafael groans at my touch, and when I bring the tip of him to my mouth, he sucks in a hiss between his teeth.

Emboldened, I slacken my jaw to take in more of him, delighting in the feel of his smooth shaft gliding against the inside of my cheek. I suck and pull back off him to find Rafael’s face screwed up in an almost pained expression.

I start to move my mouth rhythmically over his shaft, sucking harder with every thrust.

“Alex . . .” Rafael’s tone is part warning, part plea, and the sound of the billionaire CEO begging me to take more of him into my mouth sends a fresh gush of wetness surging between my legs.

I’ve never felt so powerful.

Rafael wants to make me his? Well, two can play at that game.

I give myself a few more pumps, taking him deeper each time. Then I open the back of my throat and take every inch of him.

A tortured cry rips from his mouth, and he grips my hair so hard that it hurts. Then Rafael pulls out, glaring down at me with a mixture of lust and awe. “You don’t get to make me come, kitten. Not until I’m inside of you.”

I drag in a shuddering breath, and Rafael’s fingers encircle my throat. My chest seizes as he tightens his hold, pulling me to my feet. His grip is hard but not painful, though that doesn’t make it any less intimidating.

It’s only then that I’m reminded how tall he is —tall and powerful.

He pushes me back until my butt hits the counter. Then he grips the back of my thigh and hauls my leg around his waist.

“I’m not wearing a condom for this,” he grits out. “I want to feel you bare.”

I suck in a breath. Rational Alex knows I should refuse, but there’s this crazy hormone-fueled other part of me that wants to feel all of him.

Rafael fists the base of his cock, lining himself up between my legs. I feel him nudging at my entrance, and my pussy throbs with need. His eyes are so bright they’re practically glowing, and every shred of hatred and resentment I’ve been harboring toward Rafael seems to melt away.

I want this man, I realize. I want him despite everything he represents. I want him despite the story I intended to write and everything that’s wrong between us.

I feel a sting as he rams into me, filling me to the hilt. And then there’s nothing between us.

I groan as his cock stretches my walls, demanding every inch of space. Rafael pulls out and slams into me again, hitting the very end of me. I cry out and dig my nails into his shoulders, and I feel him smiling against my neck.

When he finally pulls back, the look in his eyes steals my breath away, but then it’s gone as quickly as it came. His mouth comes down to capture mine, and I kiss him back with a vengeance.

Our teeth clash together as Rafael pounds into me, and I bite his lip so hard I draw blood. Rafael’s arm encircles my waist as his other hand cradles my jaw. Our breaths meld together as I press my forehead against his, savoring the feeling of his hard length filling me up.

With every thrust, I feel myself tipping closer and closer to the edge.

I shouldn’t like this.

I should hate Rafael for being such an arrogant, entitled prick.

So why does he feel so good?

Then my orgasm rips through me, and all my thoughts scatter. My pussy clamps down hard on his cock, and Rafael’s forehead scrunches.

His arms tighten around me for a moment, and then I feel the counter supporting me. Wave after delicious wave crashes through me, and then Rafael pulls out.

Hot, sticky warmth spurts across my chest, his cum trickling down between my breasts.

For a long moment, neither of us speaks. All I hear is the sound of our breathing.

The silence is terrifying, but neither of us seems to want to speak and risk shattering whatever is holding this together.

Slowly, Rafael bends down and picks his boxer briefs up off the floor. He uses them to clean me up, then tosses them in the trash. I blink as he takes a step toward me, a rare look of uncertainty flickering in his eyes.

When I don’t move away, his arms come around me, and he lifts me off the counter. I let out the breath I’ve been holding and lean against his strong chest. The sound of his heartbeat echoes in my ears, and I sigh against him.

Then, without so much as another word, Rafael carries me upstairs.

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