Page 39 of Billionaire Boss's One Night Stand

“Oh, yeah?” I leaned her back until she rested on the edge of the table. She jerked in surprise, but I didn’t stop there. I encouraged her to lean back, smoothing my hands up her thighs as I set her on the surface. “Then how about you give me one in return?” I asked.

She already was smiling, a sexy, shy grin that drove me wild. I didn’t look away as I reached beneath her skirt to drag her skimpy panties off her. They smelled like her cream, and I knew I wasn’t returning them, ever. They fit into my pocket, and that was where they’d stay.

Without needing to be instructed, she leaned back and widened her legs. Her pussy glistened, spread open for me.

“Just like this.” I lowered to kiss and lick at her wet entrance, but the moment she moaned and dropped her head back, I nipped lightly to get her attention. “Eyes on me. I want to seeyousmile.”

She did, staring at me as I ate her out. Leaning back on one hand, she lifted her free hand to my head. The slide of her fingers through my hair teased my scalp, but it didn’t distract me from sucking and licking at her pussy. Circling my tongue and then putting suction on her clit made her pull my head to her faster.

That was how I got her to smile like a wicked, naughty woman deep in the throes of pleasure. She fucked my face, rocking her hips to my mouth and pushing my head down. Right here, on a conference table, I pushed her to a quick orgasm. She gasped, then stilled as her thighs trembled.

And she smiled, slowly, with a dazed look of satisfaction in her eyes. She caressed me, sliding her hand lower to frame my face as I lapped up the rest of her cream.

“I—”

She didn’t finish whatever she had on her mind.

The door opened. At the first click of the hardware alerting us that someone was walking in, I cursed my stupidity for not locking it. It happened so fast. We’d fallen into each other so suddenly, almost like how spontaneously we’d been drawn to each other the night we met as strangers, that I hadn’t had the time to get up and secure us in here.

Tom strode in, and I had just enough time to flip Loren’s skirt back down. He didn’t see anything. He couldn’t have.

But it was obvious what he’d caught us doing. I was seated in my chair, facing her as she was propped on the edge of the table. Her legs were still splayed wide. My hands remained on her hips, and I bet my chin shone with her juices.

“What the…” Tom scowled, grabbing a pile of papers he must have forgotten, then slammed the door on his hasty retreat back the way he’d entered.

Fuck!

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LOREN

“Oh, my God.”

Tom turned and immediately left. He came in to grab papers and saw me, saw Matt, like this.

It was an incriminating position to be caught in. Seated on the edge of the table, the same conference table that we had been working at for so long. My legs were splayed wide, giving mybossall the access he could’ve needed or wanted to lap at my pussy like it was the most delicious dessert in the universe.

He hadn’t rolled his chair back. His hands hadn’t left the spot on my ass where he clutched me so tight and held on like he wanted to keep my ass in his grip forever. Possessive and needy. After all those weeks of resisting each other, all that time of acting like we couldn’t stand the sight of each other, he’d fallen to want me close, close enough for him to feast on.

I looked terrible. There was not a chance in hell that Matt flipping my skirt down could’ve changed a thing. Tom didn’t see anything private on me, but he certainly walked in on a private moment I should have never tried to have with our boss.

Oh, fuck. Oh, shit. Fucking shit!

A litany of profanity rolled through my mind as I shoved at Matt’s shoulders to get him to back up. The wheels on hischair spun, and as he retreated, putting his feet down to halt his backward roll, he reached out to me to reclaim his hold on my butt.

“No.” I shook my head, frantic to climb off the table. The chill of the air on my bare ass and pussy made me shiver, but even that couldn’t slow me down. I scrambled to the side before he could touch me again or try to insist that I don’t run away.

Because that was all I could do. Adrenaline spiked hard and fast, and I reacted with the debate of fight or flight. I couldn’t fight him, not when I’d initiated that first kiss and when I’d wanted this playful, sexy moment with him. I couldn’t even fight myself where my desire for him was concerned.

That left flight. I was running out of the room before I could fully comprehend how much deep trouble I was in. I didn’t think. I wasn’t sure I was even feeling anything. On autopilot, numb beyond the stark shock, I bolted out of the room and hurried toward my office to get my purse.

The hallways passed in a blur, and it wasn’t until I was out on the street, breathing in the humid, slightly stinky air from pollution and garbage, that I sucked in a deep inhale. It didn’t quell the panic that set my heart racing. It didn’t soothe me or start to show me how I didn’t need to freak out. But it gave me the steadying cue to keep going. To get further from the Richards building. Away from the man I shouldn’t have let kiss me or suck my clit like a sex god.

Tom caught us, or he more or less had. Nothing could stop him from going to HR, to that nice man named John. He had no obstacles in front of him preventing him from telling everyone in the office.

I could be fired. I could be ruined. My first big job, and that was how I was going to blow it?

I cringed as I headed down the sidewalk, angry and in disbelief that I could’ve done something so epically stupid likethis. Even if the company could be lax and understanding about employees fraternizing with each other, they didn’t want them to engage in anything intimate, forbidden, or sexual while they were on the clock. Much less choosing the conference table as the site where they’d do that.

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