Page 21 of Off Limits (Alpha Billionaire)

“I thought I told you to wait for me,” he said.

“It felt weird being in here alone,” I lied, sort of. I didn’t have to be in his room to know I would have been uncomfortable waiting around in my flimsy pajamas.

He stepped up to me. Close, too close for what would have been proper between an employer and employee. Too close for me to not think about the kinds of things about him I should not be thinking.

He brushed a hair from my brow and I shuddered. It wasn’t going to take much for him to seduce me. His hand lowered, and his knuckle traced over the neckline of my tank top.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he said, his voice low and thick.

“You shouldn’t be thinking about me at all,” I said. But it was hard to speak, hard to breathe with him so very close.

“But I do. And I know you have been thinking about me. Why else are you here in this?”

“I was getting ready for bed. What I’m thinking right now is how many nannies have you seduced? Dylan, this isn’t a good idea.”

He started to move backward toward the bed, dragging me with him. I couldn’t have resisted if I tried. I wasn’t sure whether the words were simply so that I could convince myself that this was a bad idea and that I'd attempted to resist.

But I was here in clothes that were nothing more than a thin slip of fabric. My complaints were a fabrication. The butterflies in my middle and the tingles in my core were very much excited with anticipation. The words falling from my lips weren’t exactly lies. This wasn’t the smartest course of action, but I wanted him too.

“Never. None. I’ve never once even thought about one of Max’s nannies. And I know, don’t you think I haven’t also gone through all of the eventualities in my head? I’m on your side, Jessica.”

As he spoke, he placed the most distracting kisses along my jaw. “I have feelings for you. I know you have feelings for me.”

His lips made their way across my cheek. When they reached the corner of my mouth, there was no hesitation. I turned into him so that the next kiss was on my lips. I parted for him, and his tongue slid into my mouth. Our tongues twined and danced.

My hands roamed over Dylan’s shoulders and back. Maybe this was a mistake, but right now, I didn’t care. I wanted him. I wanted the security his arms and body represented.

I tugged his shirt out from his waistband and pushed my hands up under the fabric so I could feel his skin.

He pushed his hands under my waistband and down into my shorts. He grabbed a handful of my butt and held me close. This was decadent and wonderful. I pulled away from him, but only enough so that I could pull my tank top off and kick my shorts off.

“Jessica.” My name sounded like it was stuck in his throat. “Fuck, Jessica.”

“I want you. I want you to know that I do. And that I’m not protesting anymore.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. His hands reached out and cupped my breasts. “So beautiful.”

He sat on his bed and pulled me against him, guiding a breast to his mouth. I leaned into him as he wrapped one hand around my back and sucked me in. Each pull on my nipple set my entire body on edge and curled my toes. I climbed onto his lap, the fabric of his clothes rough against my sensitized skin.

Dylan rolled me onto the bed. He loomed over me. Our eyes locked together as he slowly, button by button, removed his dress shirt. I shivered with the heat coming off him when he flicked the buckle on his belt open. He took his pants and underwear down with swift movements.

I licked my lips in anticipation of feeling him against me. I reached for him. When he slid against me, I ran my leg up along his until our hips nestled together.

His cock was thick and hot as it pressed against my hip. He made little murmuring sounds as he trailed kisses down my throat. His hands were everywhere, smoothing, gliding over my skin with feather-light touches, grabbing hold and massaging where he could.

I arched into him, wanting his lips on my skin, wanting him. He wrapped his arms around me and crushed me against his chest. His mouth was hot and demanding against mine. I sank my fingers into his hair and lost myself in the pleasure of his body. His kiss was everything I could have ever wanted, the perfect combination of demanding and tender. He took, but he also gave.

I hooked my leg over his hip and tried to close the distance between us.

He skimmed a hand into the small space I could not close up. His fingers found my pussy and began playing with my folds. I wanted his cock, not his fingers. But damn, they felt good as he slid them between my folds. I was more than ready for him.

With a growl of frustration, he rolled away and off the bed.

“What?” I asked frantically.

He stormed off but returned with a wicked gleam in his eye and a silver foil square held between two fingers.

“Right, condom,” I said with relief.

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