Page 9 of The Billionaire's Knight

She nodded. “Levi will figure it out. I promise you that.”

“I know. You’re the best. It’s why I hired you.”

“Not me,” she reminded him. “I’ve been fired.”

“That’s because I can’t be around you for more than thirty seconds without wanting to touch you. Strip you. Slide my cock deep until your crying out my name again.” He moved so she was cornered between him and the wall. “Tell me you don’t want me inside you again.”

Her breath was shaky. Her tongue flicked out to slick her lips as she swallowed. He ran the back of his fingers along her cheek, unable to keep from touching her. “Tell me, Gwen.”

“And you’ll let me walk away.”

He thought about lying, but his head was already shaking. “I can’t.”

“Jase. It was one night.”

“We both know it was more than that,” he admonished.

She laughed, but he knew it was nerves and not amusement.

“It was one night,” she repeated, as if she needed to remind herself of that.

“Isn’t that how relationships begin? One night leads to another and another until you’re in my bed permanently.”

“No,” she denied. “Not with us.”

“Why?” he challenged.

“Look at us.” She waved her hand back and forth between them.

“I’d say we fit nicely together.” He moved into her, aligning his hips with hers so his rock-hard erection pressed between her thighs.

She groaned but shook her head. “You’re a billionaire, Jase. You can have any woman you want.”

“Yes,” he agreed. “And I want you.”

“Ja—”

He took her mouth, claiming her. His hands gripped her hips as he pressed harder against her, flattening her breasts against his chest. She stood still for a few seconds, then with a groan, she caved, wrapping around him like a vine and clinging tight. He slid a palm around to cup her ass and lift her against him.

He had her pants undone and shoved down before his brain computed what his hands were doing. Her fingers brushed his cock as she worked his slacks open. Then his cock was wrapped in her grip, and a groan rose from his chest as she slid her hand from base to tip, thumb brushing over the head.

“Fuck!” he growled between his teeth.

He took her mouth again, dipping his fingers between her thighs and thrusting two inside, loving how wet she was. He wanted her in his bed. Permanently. But for the moment, they wouldn’t even make it out of the room.

“Tell me yes,” he commanded.

She growled at him. He pressed his fingers deeper, curling them and hitting a sweet spot that had her whimpering.

“Say it,” he demanded, nipping her earlobe.

“Yes,” she hissed. She jerked one leg free of her clothing and turned her back to him, leaning over the counter.

He palmed her ass as he stepped up close behind her. He helped lift her up onto her toes while he bent until his cock slid along the seam of her sex. He teased them both for a few strokes then guided his shaft toward her entrance, nudging the tip inside. With a groan, he sank deep, not stopping until his balls tapped her skin. She did that throaty growl again, her sex tightening around him like a vise. One hand reached back to grip his thigh, nails digging in.

“Fuck me,” she ordered, and it was as if the invisible leash holding him back snapped.

He rode her hard, pounding into her sex while she mewled and punctuated the air with more commands. Harder. Faster. Deeper. Those were the ones she yelled most, and he was happy to oblige. He fucked them both into oblivion. A whole fucking parade could have gone through his house, and it wouldn’t have made him stop. Not yet. Not until…

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