Page 62 of Billion Dollar Mistake

Fuck it. I need to live. For five minutes, I’ll forget about the consequences of my job and solely focus on Jeremy.

Keeping my hands on his strong shoulders I tilt my hips and feel his large erection jerk against me. His body responds so easily to my touch.

His hands sit above my ass, and he leans over as if he’s hugging me. But he slowly leans his ass farther against the desk for more stability and it helps keep him still on the next roll of my hips.

“Yes-s-s,” he stutters.

I breathe loudly as I continue to chase the orgasm. Trying to keep the same pace. I can feel myself getting more wet. Being in Bentley's office adds to the thrill.

Jeremy’s mouth trails warm air up and down the side of my neck. Never kissing me, just simply tickling me. It drives me wild. I want him to lay those lips on me. I don’t know how much longer until I start begging. For now, I swallow a whine and continue. He’s grinding his cock against me as I rock down. It hits my clit perfectly, causing my back to arch, and I moan.

He already knows how to read me. Imagine how he could control me if I let him in the bedroom. No clothes. I clench as I imagine his strong body controlling me.

My breaths quicken as my body tightens in response.

“Remy,” I mumble.

“You’re so beautiful,” he rasps, and it takes me over the edge. Unable to scream like I want to, I bite down hard on his shoulder and ride the orgasm out. His fingers grip me tighter.

When I peel myself back, his eyes are feral. And crap, I want him to fuck me right now.

“I’ll take you home.”

“Is there anything you won't do for me?” I ask in a daze as I come down from an intense orgasm.

“No.” He inches closer, dragging his hand along my jaw to the front of my neck, his thumb resting on my chin as he leans forward. Those fingers on my neck sink in harder and my heart beats wildly in response. But he doesn’t kiss me.

He pulls away. “Calm down, star. Let me get you alone in my bed, so I can rip this sexy dress off your body. I want to see all of you.”

“But—" I’m about to argue and say, “I should say goodbye to Bentley.”

He shakes his head, and it silences me.

“He’s been in the cabin for hours. I doubt he’ll be back.”

“If I get fired because of you, that job offer of yours better be real.”

“Everything I say to you is real.”

I swallow the lump in my throat and nod.

With that piece of information, I relax.

“Let’s go,” he gruffs out then grabs my hand and storms us back upstairs. I look ahead and see we’ve docked. I bite the corner of my lip with excitement. Finally.

I keep up with his steps. We’re silent as he texts on his phone like a madman with one hand. We stop next to a private car.

I’m sad it’s not a limo––what I would give to get him alone in the back of one of those. Because if we had a privacy screen, I’d be on his lap like a cat in heat.

He opens the door and I slide in. He then closes it and climbs in from the other side. He orders the driver home. We sit in the back quietly. I feel his presence and my gaze drops to the space between us. His knee touches mine, and it’s like he’s done that on purpose. The anticipation of sitting beside him and not having him is going to kill me. But it will only increase the upcoming passion.

I stare out the window as we drive. Until his voice cuts in.

“It’ll be a thirty-minute drive.”

My head turns to face him. “Okay.” I don’t really know what else to say.

His hand taps on his leg. “Come here,” he says.

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