Page 59 of The Bossy Billionaire

“Huxe?” she says in a needy tone, and I am acutely aware she needs to come. I fucking love that my girl loves the dirty talk, yet has never experienced a man needing her like this. I position her so she is straddling me, her hands resting on my shoulders, and I kiss her roughly as I slide her skirt back up her thighs.

“Oh God…” she pants at the movement. She is so turned on right now, all it would take is for my driver to hit a speed bump, and I bet she would almost come.

“I’m going to fuck you with my fingers and you are going to be quiet while I do it.” She nods while biting that fucking lip again.

“Fuck, Luce,” I say, slamming my lips on hers as my hand delves into her underwear, and I find her soaking. “So wet, baby.”

“God, yes,” she gasps as I circle her clit with my finger before I push inside of her.

“Oh my…” she moans, her head falling backward, and I kiss her neck, sucking on her soft skin as her hips start rubbing against my hand.

“That’s it, baby, fuck my fingers.” I insert a second finger and rub the heel of my hand against her clit. It is a tight fit in the back of the car, but that adds to the pressure. My other hand runs up her back, and I grip on to the back of her neck, pulling her face to mine. I suck on her lips, my tongue sweeping against hers, and I pull her down on top of my hand as I work her over.

“I can’t… I can’t…” she pants quietly, her hips now moving quicker, my fingers fucking her hard.

“That’s it, baby. Tell me who you belong to,” I tell her, needing to hear her say it.

“You, you, you,” she pants over and over.

“Are you mine, baby girl? This pussy mine? This body is mine?” I ask her again, the sweat now forming on my brow. I have never fucked a woman in my car before. I’ve been offered a few blow jobs when in transit, all of which I’ve declined because I’ve never really felt the strong urge to take anyone while driving. Until now.

“All… All of me…” she says on a high-pitched pant that is already making me hard again.

“Come for me, Luce. Give it to me,” I growl, and her body reacts to my voice immediately as she lets out a large gasp, like she was holding her breath, and her hips speed up before she clenches on my hand. Her fingers dig into my shoulders, and my lips slam into hers as I swallow her moans and whimpers as her body squirms and shivers.

Once she is calmer, I pull out of her, rubbing her pussy slowly with my wet fingers before I slip them out of her pants and into my mouth.

“Beautiful. You are beautiful,” I murmur to her as she leans against me, now exhausted.

“The car has stopped,” she says innocently as she leans against my chest, and I grin.

“Better get into the bookshop, then. I just remembered this book that is in the health section. Page two and twelve were the good pages, if my memory is correct.” I squeeze her ass, my appetite not sated.

“Huxe…” she says in warning.

“Don’t Huxe me. Let’s get inside. The shop is closing early today,” I tell her, and she fixes herself, grabs her glasses, and runs her hands through her hair before I open the car door and step out. Leaning back in, I give her my hand. She takes it, stepping out of the car, looking a little lust-drunk, her cheeks tinted pink. I kiss her temple, keeping her close to me. As we walk across the sidewalk, I hear the snaps of cameras nearby. Two of her security men walk toward the media, raising their hands to keep them at a distance. Good to know the guys I have on her are actually doing their job.

“Shit,” I murmur, forgetting all about this renewed interest in her, and I quickly shuffle us inside and out of their view. My protectiveness of her has increased. The police still don’t know who her attackers were, and as we step inside, I realize I still don’t have any info from my guy on Dwayne. I need to close the loop on these things quickly, because my desire for Lucy is growing rapidly, and I can’t lose her like I did Amy. Because I already know that would kill me.

CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR - LUCY

I walk into the bookshop, feeling disheveled. I was caught off guard by the few paps who were outside. Nothing unusual, as they have been there for the past week, so I blame my lack of awareness of my surroundings on Huxley and his supreme skills of making me come on command. That and his dominating nature have my skin tingling and my heart racing. I have read about it in romance novels, but never actually thought that it was possible. Not for me, anyway. But my body is still shivering after what we did in the car just now, and my arousal is burning, knowing we are headed upstairs to my apartment for round two.

Dwyane looks up as I walk in and smiles before he sees Huxley behind me, his smile dropping instantly. Odd. He has been okay with me this week. I introduced him to the new security guys who are around the shop, and he’s made them coffees throughout the day, chatting with them like they are old friends.

“Hi, Dwayne.” I try to be upbeat and not look like I just orgasmed in the back of the car. It is almost closing time, so Dwayne should be packing up, but he isn’t. There are no customers, the store is quiet.

“Hey, Lucy. Stock order came in this afternoon,” he confirms.

“Great. I was hoping that—” I start to say, but Huxley growls behind me.

“Later,” he says sharply, his grip on my waist possessive, the look he is giving Dwayne not a friendly one.

“What?” I question, looking at him with a furrowed brow.

“Later,” he repeats, grabbing my hand. “Dwayne, we are closing the shop. Time for you to leave.” I watch Dwayne scowl before he snatches his bag off the floor and then stalks to the door. He throws it open before slamming it shut. Huxley walks to the door, and opening it, he says something to the two guards outside before he closes it, locks it, and turns out the lights. As he turns and looks at me, the shop now dull, the clouds over the city today leaving it darker outside, I see fire in his eyes, and the fact that the cash register needs to be reconciled and the shop needs to be cleaned is pushed to the back of my mind.

“Huxley?” I ask, a little coy as he steps toward me slowly like he is stalking his prey.

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