Page 12 of The Billionaire Alpha's Assistant

“You liked that, didn’t you?” I whisper, stroking her through her underwear just enough to torture her some more.

“Mmm.” Alex’s cheeks are flushed a delicate shade of pink, and the way she’s biting her lower lip makes me want to rip all of her clothes off and claim her right here — right now.

“I need you to say it,” I rumble, removing my hand and pulling another whimper from her lips.

“Yes,” she whispers, her flush deepening.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I liked it.”

“You like it when I punish you?”

There’s a long pause and then, “Yes.”

I let out the breath I’ve been holding. I know what that admission cost her, and I intend to reward her for her honesty.

Tugging the gusset of her panties aside, I slip a finger inside her. Her tight little cunt sucks it right in, and my dick throbs in my pants.

Damn. She’s so fucking wet and slippery that all I can think about is what it would feel like to have her sweet pussy wrapped around my cock.

Adding another finger, I start to pump my digits in and out, and Alex moves against me. I reach around to her front, sliding my hand down her mound until I find that hard little bundle of nerves. I work her swollen bud in tight circles, filling her again with my fingers.

Alex moans and slams her hips against my palm, her eyes squeezed shut.

Damn. She is so fucking sexy, bent over my desk with her ass in the air. All I want is to barricade my office door, sink my cock into her soft wet pussy, and spend the rest of the week making love to her.

But Alex is my assistant, and I’m an alpha wolf. I can’t fuck my human assistant, no matter how much I might want to.

Frustrated by that realization, I slam my fingers into her harder until I hit the very end of her. Alex snaps her hips back to meet me thrust for thrust, and a second later, I hear a loud crack!

Alex staggers to one side, and I freeze.

Looking down, I see that the heel of her shoe is broken. I just keep slamming into her, though, filling her with my lust, my exasperation, and all my pent-up sexual energy.

A sudden cry rips out of her throat, and I bring my free hand around to cover her mouth. I feel her teeth sink into my finger, and I draw my hand back with a hiss.

Oh, fuck. She’s done it now.

I don’t care that she’s human — that she’s totally off-limits.

I’m going to show her who’s boss in here.

Fumbling with the top button of my pants, I tug down my fly and reach for my cock. But just before I can pull it out and ram it down Alex’s throat, the phone on my desk rings.

Shit. The light along the side tells me it’s Vivian, and I realize I’m late for a meeting.

If Vivian can’t reach me by phone, she’s going to assume I’m held up on a video call, and she’s going to come grab me in person.

Double shit.

Releasing my cock, I reach around to glide my fingers between Alex’s gooey folds. I start to work her clit in furious little circles until a strangled moan escapes her lips and her juices spill down my fingers. Her pussy spasms around me as I slam my fingers in and out, milking every drop of her nectar.

Only when she’s still and spent do I slide my fingers out of her and suck her cream off each one. She tastes so sweet, it almost kills me not to eat her out.

I want to thrust my tongue inside of her and spend the afternoon giving her orgasms, but I crossed a line just now, and I don’t know how I’m going to fix it.

Wordlessly, I tug her ruined thong back into place and yank her skirt down over her ass. Alex straightens up — slowly, gingerly. Her ass must still be sore.

A button has come undone from the top of her blouse, revealing the nude lace of her bra and several inches of creamy cleavage. Her nipples are two hard peeks teasing me through her top, and only the threat of Vivian bursting in is enough to make me rip my gaze away from her tits and go back around to the other side of my desk.

I clear my throat and sink down onto the ridiculous yoga ball, staring at my cold vegan lunch.

I never got my dick out of my pants, and Alex still fucked me. I’m going to make her pay for this.

I open my mouth, but no words come out. There are no words for this.

Alex carefully tucks a stray hair behind her ear and straightens her disheveled skirt. She reaches around to tug the broken heel off her foot and then takes off the other. She doesn’t seem to notice her gaping blouse, and the sight of her perfect tits moving around in the lace cups of her bra is enough to make me salivate.

Shoes in hand, she slinks barefoot out of my office and closes the door behind her.

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