Page 43 of The Billionaire Alpha's Assistant

When she gets to the waistline of her skirt, she pauses and cocks her head to one side.

“Keep going,” I growl. My wolf is practically in a frenzy, but I pride myself on being patient. “I need to know that my assistant isn’t trying to fuck me over.”

Alex narrows her eyes, rage and desire competing for dominance. She continues to glare at me as she reaches across her body to unfasten her skirt from the side.

I hold my breath as her skirt crumples to the floor and Alex steps out of it. She’s wearing thigh-high stockings, not pantyhose, and a lacy black thong that is torturously reminiscent of the one she had on the day I spanked her on my desk.

The memory is enough to make my cock twitch with need. Alex must be thinking about it, too, because the scent of her arousal intensifies.

“Well, well . . . an honest journalist,” I say as venom coats the back of my tongue.

The sight of her in nothing but her underwear, stockings, and an open white blouse is making her impossible to resist. My wolf wants me to punish my mate and then claim her in every possible way.

I take a step forward. Alex tips back — barely catching herself on my desk. Her breasts brush up against my chest, and I feel her hard little nipples straining against the lace.

“Thank you for telling me how you feel,” I whisper, stepping between her legs so that my upper thigh brushes her pussy. Her panties are already damp.

I move in closer, and Alex whimpers, her breasts heaving as my leg presses against her mound.

“You were wrong before,” I murmur, reaching out to cup her throat. “I don’t hate you.”

Alex’s brows scrunch together in confusion. I can feel her pulse hammering against my fingertips, her wetness seeping through my pant leg.

“But since we’re being honest . . . I didn’t fall in love with you in Aspen.”

“Oh,” Alex whispers, dropping her gaze. I can smell the bitter disappointment rolling off her.

I tighten my hold on her throat ever so slightly, then slide my hand down to the base of her neck and skim my fingers over her collarbone. Leaning forward, I bring my mouth so close to her face that my lips brush the shell of her ear. “I loved you the moment I walked through that door and saw you for the very first time.”

Alex releases a shuddering breath that dances over my skin.

“I loved you when you were the world’s worst assistant, bringing me vegan bolognese . . .” I let my fingers travel lower to skim the swell of her breasts. “I loved you in Aspen, when I kept thinking about filling that house with all of our pups . . .” I stroke one breast with my knuckles, feeling the hard little bud pucker at my touch. “I loved you when I learned that you were a journalist working to expose all my secrets . . .”

I plant a kiss along the side of her neck as I slide my hand down to cup her soft mound. Her panties are completely soaked, and the knowledge makes me grip her pussy hard.

Alex lets out a desperate moan, throwing her head back on instinct to expose the graceful line of her neck. I can see her pulse fluttering beneath her skin and long to sink my fangs into that delicate flesh. Instead, I pull her blouse down over her arms and toss it onto the floor.

“I have loved you every second since I met you, Alex. And there’s nothing you can do to make me stop loving you.”

“I love you, Rafael,” she breathes, whispering it like a prayer.

“I know,” I murmur, planting another soft kiss on her neck. “Which is why you should write the story.”

“What?” My mate’s head snaps back up, her eyes wide with shock.

“You’re a journalist, Alex — and a damn good one.”

Her lips part in confusion, so I add, “I looked you up.”

My gorgeous little human is at a loss for words, so I start to massage her through her panties. Alex moans at my touch, and her eyelids flutter closed.

I love the way her body responds to me. It’s like she was fucking made for me, and I was made to pleasure her.

“If anyone is going to crucify me in the media,” I continue, “I want it to be you.”

“I’m . . . not writing . . . that story,” she pants, grinding her pussy into my hand.

“Why not?”

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