Page 65 of The Billionaires' Prize

That deep voice unravels the last thread holding me back. The door’s closed. It’s lunchtime. Charlotte would knock before entering. There’s still a little thrill at the idea of being caught doing something so naughty. Because I’ve always been little Miss Perfect who never steps out of line.

Alex, Gabe, and Kingston are helping me spread my wings.

Grinning, I spread my legs wider, and his hands coast up the inside of my thighs. The best sounds rumble from his chest. Hungry, masculine groans that tell me exactly how much he’s enjoying himself.

A thick finger teases my pussy before thrusting deep. I slap a hand over my mouth.

“That’s my good girl,” he whispers. “We don’t want you getting into trouble.”

Yep. Straight out of my fantasies.

His words make me impossibly wetter, and as he drills that finger into me, curling it just right, the pressure inside me builds. I chase it down, wanting to fly. Wanting the heat rushing over my skin to spark and catch flame and let me burn.

I whimper behind my hand, and there’s a reciprocal groan against my pussy.

A few more flutters against my clit with that talented tongue, and I step off the ledge. My orgasm carries me away in a tide of bliss, filling every corner of my body with pleasure. I cry outmy release and then bite my hand as my body locks around him, convulsing.

He holds still as I moan and twitch, trying and failing to stay quiet.

Slowly, I start to relax. Breathe. Feel the hardness of the desk beneath my shoulder blades.

But he doesn’t move.

I lift my head, looking down my body at him. Those dark eyes pin me where I lay, and a happy little shudder quakes through my torso.

“I’m still hungry,” he says.

The curve at the corner of his mouth is utterly sinful. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen anything like it. His lips are wet with my release, and he doesn’t smile much, so this is extra potent. But he’s looking at me like he could eat me for breakfast, lunch, and dinner for the rest of his life.

I might just let him.

He gives me two more orgasms before I finally convince him to come up for air. He won’t let me return the favor, which I’ll make him pay for later.

“We need to eat,” I moan from my spot on my desk. He’s turned me into a happy blob of goo. Seriously, I might not have the structural integrity to sit up.

“You’re right,” he says in a low, gentle tone that reaches deep inside me and turns up the flame. “You’ll need your strength for later.”

He pulls me into a sitting position and then helps me stand, tugging my skirt back into place.

“Later?” I ask like I don’t know what might happen later. Like I don’t have plans to rock his world.

“Unfortunately, I have two meetings tonight, but I think Gabe and Kingston are free.”

He says it like they’re in on an inside joke together. Planning when they can see me and ravish me. I rather like that. That they’re teaming up. Conferring.

Every woman should be so lucky.

He grabs the bag and slides back into his seat, offering me a sandwich from a great deli about a block away. I wobble over to the mini fridge and grab us each a bottle of water.

“And I’m going to need my strength for that,” I say, still playing innocent.

I’m still boneless, so I curl up in his lap and eat my sandwich. Bless him, he doesn’t complain. Rather, he squeezes my hip and steals a bite of my club sandwich.

Being so close to him, touching him like this, rebuilds parts of me I didn’t know were broken. Well, maybe I did. I can ignore a lot, apparently.

Once we’re finished with our food, I throw away the trash and he pulls me into a hug.

“You make me want to cancel everything on my calendar.”

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