Page 64 of The Billionaires' Prize

“It’s like you’re reading my mind.”

She hums, and the sound shoots straight to my dick. “I try.”

“What am I thinking right now?” It feels good to be playful with her. To relax enough to tease. Everything is better with her in my arms.

19

KATHERINE

Alex stares down at me with a mixture of challenge and confidence in his eyes.

“You’re thinking you’re ready for your lunch.” My stomach is a tangle of knots, but I hold his gaze.

I might be sure of his desire for me, but I’ve never done anything like this at work. The door is shut. I know Charlotte and Roman will play interference, but?—

“I’m starving,” Alex murmurs, sinking to his knees.

Holy smokes.

My breathing turns to shallow pants as his hands skim my hips. He’s going to turn me into a ball of melted goo if he’s not careful. My anxiety skitters away when his fingers slip beneath my skirt, ghosting over my thigh highs. He’s so self-assured, and it’s rubbing off on me, leaving me bold and wanton.

He could have no idea how I’ve fantasized about this over the years.

But as he shoves my skirt up to my waist, his lips kissing all the inches he reveals, I realize maybe he’s been daydreaming about secret rendezvous, too.

He groans when he reaches my pale pink panties.

I always dress for myself, but I love that now I get to share all the pretty pieces I’ve collected. That he clearly likes them.

Alex nips my hip, his hands going to the elastic, then tugs it down.

Cool air rushes against my heated flesh. I step out of the panties, and he tucks them into his pocket. My stomach does a flip, but I don’t protest because the possessive move sends a tidal wave of arousal through me.

His eyes are almost black as he meets my gaze. There’s something incredibly sexy about a fully clothed man on his knees, ready to worship me. He’s straight out of my daydreams. I might not get any work done for the rest of the day, but when his hands glide up my legs, I don’t care.

“So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, looking his fill.

I close my hands over the edge of my desk and spread my legs a little.

The first touch of his tongue to my clit sets off a tiny firework in my brain. Ididn’timagine how good it was with him the other night. How he seems to know exactly what I need when I need it.

My jaw drops as his licks intensify. Deeper. Longer. Quick little flutters. And everything in between.

His hands spread me wider, his grip utterly possessive, like he’s not going to let me get away. Like I’d go anywhere when I want nothing more than to stay right here in this bubble with him forever.

My nipples feel like marble beneath my bra, ready to poke through the fabric. Every breath makes them more sensitive, pressing them tighter and tighter.

He hooks a hand beneath my right leg, lifting it over his shoulder. My elbows give as he spears his tongue into my pussy. So eager. So thorough.

He’s going to make me scream, I just know it.

Alex reaches around me, shoving things off my desk so I can lie down. So hot. How does he know? My brain turns to mush. My body feels hazy and light, like I’d float right off the desk if he wasn’t holding me down with those big hands.

I want those hands all over me. Inside me. Stretching and pleasing me.

I sink back, too boneless to hold myself up.

“Spread your legs, Beauty.”

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