Page 45 of My Bossy Billionaire Attorney

I tug down the camisole, snapping the tiny straps in my way. With no barrier between us, I bend my head low, covering her breasts with my palm and my mouth.

Soft whimpers from her mouth reach my ears—pleasant, stirring, and urging. I cup her breasts in my hand, teasing her nipples while my tongue traces the slope of her neck.

“Michael,” she breathes.

“Savannah,” I reply hoarsely, jerking hard when her hand strays to my pants and covers the bulge squeezing lightly.

Savannah’s hips grind forward, stealing harsh groans from me and pushing my control close to the point of no return. I place both hands around her waist as my teeth mark her skin—biting softly.

She moans my name louder, and her actions become more impatient as her hands struggle to get my zipper down.

“Why. Won’t. This. Go. Down?”

I chuckle at the frustration in her voice.

“I have to stand up for it to do down,” I manage to get out, as every move she makes is one pleasant torture after the other.

She makes a noise of disapproval, so I do it myself, lifting her butt with both hands. Her satisfied sigh follows the sound of my zipper coming loose.

Fuck—

“Savannah,” I groan when, unabashedly, as her hands dig into my pants, wrapping around my cock. “I want to fuck you.”

“Good,” she nods. “I want that too.”

I laugh. “You’re a bad girl, wanting to break the rules.”

She nods as her fingers stroke my lengthup and down,milking the lust that brims to the surface, almost tipping me over.

“I am. But it has to be worth it. Right now, I can’t think of anything else that I want more.”

I lift her—both legs wrap around my waist and I take her to the bedroom. It takes work—with her kissing every inch of my body that keeps my brain from performing the simplest of tasks.

I place her gently on the bed before taking off the rest of my clothes. I place them on the chair in the room, only to turn and see that she’s taken hers off, too.

I shake my head, chuckling.

“Someone’s ready,” I say excitedly.

“I am. Are you?”

“I’m whatever you want me to be,” I tease.

In a flash, she raises herself from the bed and pulls me down with her.

“Here,” Savannah wraps her legs around my body. “This is where I want you to be.”

“Well,” I brace my body on my arms to look at her, “it’s where I want to be, too.”

Slowly, patiently, like someone savoring the best moment—our eyes locked—I slip in. A harsh groan escapes my lips, and a moan from Savannah echoes in the room when I’m fully sheathed.

“Michael, I—”

I nod, going still and feeling her walls contracting around me. Squeezing me. Taking me in, in the very best of ways.

“This feels…incredible.”

She nods. “Yes, I want more.”

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