Page 61 of Billion Dollar Mistake

Heavy feet tap away.

“Are you all right?” Jeremy asks me.

I nod. “Yeah.” I try to step back, but he grips me harder.

I tilt my head and we are inches apart. My mouth parts farther and I lick my lips. He catches it and another grumble or is it a growl leaves his chest.

“Tell me not to do this, Nova.” His voice is thick with desire. His hands roam over my back and down to my ass where he pushes the front of me onto his hard cock. Between my thin panties and dress and his hard erection, I moan.

“Fuck”

“Please.”

“Nova,” he warns.

“Please,” I beg, trying to get him to cave. His eyes snap away as if he’s still trying to respect me and crap, I shouldn’t be doing this. But I can’t stop. I try to think about my job, but he did offer me one. He wouldn’t take it back after we sleep together, would he?

That's what I want, isn’t it?

Yes.

“How long are we on this stupid thing for then,” I ask.

“Another ten minutes at least. Given where we are on the river and not docked,” he says, his head dropping to the crook of my neck where he nuzzles in.

“I can’t wait that long,” I breathe, tilting my hips on him.

He looks around, swearing as his mind comes up blank.

“Nova. There’s really nowhere here…” he says frustratedly.

“Maybe later.”

“Fuck that. I’ve got an idea.” He rasps, his eyes dark and burning with the same desire swirling inside of me.

“Come.” His gaze sweeps over my face then down over my body before he grabs my hand and pulls me down the stairs and to a room.

“Where are we?” I ask in a shaky breath.

“In Bentley's office.”

I look around at the dark and boring workplace. Where’s the books? It looks like a spare room. I’m pulled by the hand by Jeremy. He's leaning on the edge of the desk. A dark smoldering look on his face. I barely have time to think before he grips my hips and pulls my body between his parted thighs.

“Make yourself come,” he orders.

My core hits his erection, my breath leaves in a whoosh. “Huh?”

“Rub your wet, hungry pussy on my cock until you come.”

I shake my head at his request. “Don’t be crazy. I’m not dry humping you here.” But my voice is weak, giving away just how much I’m struggling to fight him. I should be worried that I’m in my boss's office, but my desire for Jeremy takes over.

“Nova. Do it.”

A thrill powers through me at his tone. “We don’t have time,” I say in a wobbly voice.

“You have ten minutes.”

We stare unblinking at each other. As he really looks at me, I can tell he actually wants this. And so do I. But I’ve never done this before. This is so out of character for me yet exactly what I want.

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