Page 44 of The Billionaire Alpha's Assistant

“I . . . got fired,” she rasps, hardly able to get the words out around her breathy moans. “And it wouldn’t be any good anyway. I’m . . . too close to the story. Fuck!” She sucks in a hiss between her teeth. “I can’t . . . be objective.”

“You mean it’s hard to be objective when the subject has been inside you?”

“Rafael!”

At the desperate sound of my name on her lips, I can’t hold back any longer. I shove my hand down the front of her panties and slide between her sticky folds.

She is so fucking wet.

I ram two fingers into her channel, and Alex cries out so loudly that I’m sure everyone on the floor below heard her.

“That’s right, kitten,” I rumble, pumping my fingers in and out as I work her clit with my thumb. “You’re my mate, and I want everyone to fucking know it.”

“Even though I betrayed you?” she whispers, opening her eyes to look at me with a desperation that makes my heart clench.

“You didn’t betray me,” I counter, reaching up with my other hand to stroke her silky hair. “You were just doing your job. Things are different now.”

“Mmmhmm.”

“I need you to say it, kitten,” I growl, working my fingers faster. “Who do you belong to?”

“You.”

“Good girl.” I take a deep breath, slowing my frantic pace and stroking her inner walls. “Here’s what’s going to happen now . . . You’re going to get on the desk like a good little assistant, and I’m going to fuck you hard to remind you who’s boss. Then I’m going to give you my mark so everyone knows you’re mine.”

Alex’s throat bobs as she swallows, but her cheeks are flushed with desire. She nods slowly, and I scent her anxiety mixing with her lust.

I expected her to be nervous. This is all completely new to her. She has no concept of my world or the depth of my love for her — yet.

Fortunately, I have the rest of my life to show Alex just how much I love her. I want her to have everything she’s ever wanted — including a career in journalism, if that’s what makes her happy.

It doesn’t matter what she writes about me. I’ll hire a whole fucking squad of PR monkeys to deal with whatever she dishes out. Just so long as she comes home to me at the end of the day and lets me eat her sweet little pussy.

Slowly, I slide my fingers out of her, and Alex clambers onto my desk. I rip her panties to shreds in my haste to get them off, not bothering to temper my shifter strength.

“Spread your legs,” I order, my gaze heated as I take her in — bare pussy, hard nipples, legs sheathed in those sexy stockings. Her swollen pink folds are dripping with need, that tight little hole begging for my cock.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” I mutter, bending down to kiss her.

Alex moans against my mouth, and I yank down the straps of her bra and unclip the back so that her breasts spring free. I reach down to cup one in my hand, bringing it to my mouth and licking a trail around her pert little nipple.

I want to taste every inch of her.

Dropping to one knee, I hook my arms around her thighs and pull her to the very edge of the desk. Alex cries out as I thrust my tongue inside of her, finally tasting her sweetness.

I open my mouth wide and drag my teeth across that tender bundle of nerves, licking and nipping until Alex’s legs are trembling.

My mate is close, but I need to be inside her. I need to feel her walls collapse around me as she comes.

Rising slowly to my feet, I take off my belt and unbutton my pants to free my aching cock.

“On your knees,” I order, my voice low and hoarse.

Alex gives me a confused look, and I twirl my finger in a circular motion. “On the desk. Turn around. I want you on your knees.”

Alex’s cheeks flush as understanding hits her, and she rolls over onto her knees, bare except for those tantalizing stockings and a pair of heels. Seeing her like that with her ass in the air, it’s a miracle I don’t come all over myself.

I clamber onto the desk as fast as I can and sink into Alex with a groan. Alex yelps as I fill her all the way to the hilt, and my dick pulses in warning.

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