Page 12 of Sins and Secrets

“I’m not going to keep biting my tongue right now. You say that your office is a safe space to talk, so let’s talk.” Her eyes narrow as her gaze drifts up and down my body, lingering on my mouth for a little too long. “You’ve always been in a position of power with the famiglia. You were one of the heirs. You have money. You didn’t have to be worried about being killed for breathing the wrong way. You could pay to take care of any problems you had. Or kill them. You never would have been brought into a meeting and told that snitching was the same as having a safe space to vent.”

Scowling, I shake my head. “What was that little quip you said about not knowing you? I’m sure that the same applies here. Make no mistake, Billie, this offer is only being extended to you because of who your father is.”

“And I will not be taking you up on that offer.” Her hand flattens on my chest, and I know that she can feel my racing heart.

Being so close to her, hearing the sharp tone in her voice, as if she is barely holding herself back from unleashing everything that’s on her mind, is a turn-on. I want her and I fucking shouldn’t.

“You should think about what you’re saying.”

“I would rather die than sit here and vent to you. I’m not a snitch. You can take your offer and shove it.”

There it is. Her breaking point. I’ve pushed her far enough that she’s done playing nice.

Heat radiates between us as her gaze drops to my mouth once more. It is an invitation that is getting harder and harder to resist.

Especially when she looks at me like she wants to fuck me.

I exhale hard, knowing that I should take a step back. Instead, I press my body flush against hers.

“Billie, don’t say shit you don’t mean. Right now, you’re tiptoeing across a very fine wire.”

Her devilish smile is going to be my undoing. Billie leans back, the neckline of her dress pulling lower and showing me more of her body than I should see.

“I’m not saying anything I don’t mean.” Her tongue darts out to lick her bottom lip. “I happen to like playing with fire. And I could use a distraction right about now.”

“That is not what this is,” I say, my voice husky as I reach up to wipe a streak of mascara away from the corner of her eye. “I told you that you could speak freely in here. I know that you’re going through a lot. But I’m not about to be a distraction for you.”

She chuckles and hooks a leg around my hip, arching back and grinding herself against me. “Are you sure about that? You seem like you might like it.”

As much as I want to push her away and tell her to get out of my office, I can’t. I want her and she is offering herself to me, even if she is going to regret it in the morning.

Ever since she came back from university two years ago, she’s been a wildcard. Every time I think I’m close to understanding what is going on in her head, she changes the game.

Maybe this is just another game for her. Distract me so she can do something when my guard is down.

I shake the thought from my mind as she moves back on the desk and hooks her other leg around me. The skirt of her dress falls around her hips as her toned thighs squeeze my hips. I groan, the last shred of self-control I have gone.

My mouth captures hers in a searing kiss as my hand closes around her neck. If this is what she needs to distract herself from her life, then I am more than happy to oblige.

She moans as my tongue tangles with hers. Billie fists my shirt and pulls me closer, as if there is a way to get rid of the non–existent room between us.

Her body is hot against mine and my cock throbs at her core.

My hands move up and down her thighs, fire igniting everywhere I touch. I groan as I grind into her.

Her little moans only drive me on as I grab her hips and pull her harder against me.

Billie’s fingers sink into my hair as my teeth sink into her lip.

As I roll my hips, pressing my cock harder against her pussy, her legs tighten around me as she grinds onto me.

I kiss my way down her neck, sucking and biting on the sensitive flesh until she is writhing against me. Her fingers make quick work of my buttons, popping them open. She slides her hands over my shoulders beneath the shirt, her nails digging into my back.

It’s only the sharp bite of her nails into my skin that reminds me who I’m about to fuck on my desk.

I jump away from her like I’ve been burned, buttoning up my shirt. Billie slides off the desk and combs her fingers through her hair. Her eyes are wild as she looks at me and her already full lips are slightly puffy.

Why the fuck did I have to pull away from her?

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