Page 38 of Billionaire Boss's One Night Stand

“Um…” She blushed, and I stole the chance to watch her lower her gaze. Coy and shy. Demure. Goddammit, I wanted her something fierce.

“What about how this is supposed to fit… anywhere?” She cringed, relying on comedy to break the tension of this awkward moment. Making a reference to when we had sex wasn’t awkward. It only could be if it was on her mind to do it again.

I couldn’t stop thinking about it, staring at her with open desire on my face. She blinked, biting her lip and thrusting the picture she held at me, emphasizing that I should see what she was talking about.

I laughed, addicted to having fun with her. I wasn’t sure how we could ever go back to the way it was before.

“Is that for the mom? Or the baby? Or…” I reached out to turn the image upside down. “Oh. Okay, this way makes more sense.”

She glanced at it, and realization dawned as she raised both brows. “Oh. Ouch. You’re right.”

I still held her hand, where I’d shown her how to rotate the image of a Gammon product we were somehow supposed to market.

She became aware of my fingers on her, looking at them together. My skin was more tanned from all that time I spent on the boat I liked to keep tidy and nice but never had the time to take out on the water. Her fair skin was delicate, so much lighter and softer. The contrast lured me to want to see more. To see all of her.

Before I could think better, I stroked my fingertip down her thumb until she twisted her wrist, accommodating the silent plea for her to stay with me. To not retreat. To caress me again as well.

The picture fluttered to the floor, but neither of us broke our attention. I watched her stare at me, turning her hand until I could hold it better, smoothing my thumb over her palm.

A breathy sigh left her lips, and I knew, without a doubt, that she was stuck under this spell of desire just like I was.

“Matt…” She lifted her gorgeous jade eyes to me, and one look at the lust burning in them was my undoing.

“Fuck, Loren, I?—”

She shook her head, standing. But she didn’t let go of my hand.

“Me too,” she whispered. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

That was all I needed to know. We were that in sync, despite our antagonistic work relationship, that she could decode what I wanted, what I felt, and what I wanted to say.

Because she was imprisoned by this same lure that I was. She felt it too.

I tugged her closer, holding her hand and never wanting to release it. After so many weeks of watching her and lusting afterher from afar, it felt like a miracle that we were here, doing this now.

She didn’t falter, rushing toward me, still sitting. As soon as she was within reach, she leaned down over me. I caught her in my arms, guiding her onto my lap as she smashed her greedy mouth against mine.

I grunted, caught by surprise that this was finally fucking happening. That we were really caving and surrendering to the desire that hadn’t burned out that one night we'd shared, this liquid need for each other that had to be burning through her veins just like it did in mine.

“Yes,” I got out in a panted breath when she leaned back to gaze at me questioningly. Not as if she wasn’t sure about doing this, kissing me, but that we were. That this wasn’t a dream.

“Fuck yes,” I repeated after she laid another hungry, stubborn kiss to my lips.

Holding her close, I let her straddle me in the chair. She was so much smaller, so dainty and petite, that she fit perfectly over my thighs. Her arms looped around my neck in a tight cling, and I didn’t wait to brace my hands on her back to push her to me.

Her lips brushed over mine with a possessive urgency, and I didn’t try to stop her. My dick jerked awake, already so hard that I knew she had to feel it beneath our clothes. With a racing heart and desperation for her tongue to slide and mingle with mine, I didn’t dare lose a second of this perfection.

We shouldn’t. We weren’t supposed to do this, but nothing could stop me from kissing her back and grabbing her soft body with a greedy grip.

“Matt, I want…” She exhaled a harsh breath, lowering herself over me.

I smiled slowly, well aware of what she was in the mood for. I had been in the mood for a repeat with her ever since the moment I woke up and she wasn’t next to me in that bed.

“Oh, you’re playing dirty now, huh?” She groaned as she kissed me and rubbed against the erection I couldn’t hide. “Asmile?”

“What?” I asked when we parted for air. “What’s wrong with my smile?”

“I missed it.” She framed my face sweetly as she licked her kiss-swollen lips. “I’ve been wishing you’d give me another.”

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