Page 61 of My Bossy Billionaire Attorney

“What?”

I place my hand on either side of her body, leaning in until I can see her visibly swallow. I trace the sleeve of her shirt with one hand while the other gently cradles her waist.

“What is going on?” Savannah asks softly, but she doesn’t push me away. “Michael.”

“I’m going to kiss you,” I say with certainty, “Then I’m going to bend you over this desk and I am going to do some very wicked things to you.”

She smiles and very softly, I touch my lips to hers. I hear her take a breath and my fingers rest on the pulse of her neck, feeling it quicken. Her lips part gently, and I smile when her arms encircle my neck, coming to rest on my shoulders.

There is no hurry in the way we kiss, taking our time to explore each other. I temper my lust, knowing that we were greedy the first time, and this time, I want to memorize her scent, the sounds that come from her lips, and the curve of her body.

I nibble Savannah’s lips as she whispers my name, tracing the slope of her throat with my lips, then my tongue. My hands stray lower as I stand up, pulling her against my body. She responds in kind, grinding on the desk, pressing close until there is no space between us. Where her moans start, my deep-throated groans end.

When I pull away to rest my head against her forehead, she smiles.

“I thought you said you were going to do wicked things to me, with my body bent over your desk?”

I laugh. “Yeah, but I want to be patient and I also remembered that my door isn’t locked. I don’t need anyone walking in on us because I won’t stop.”

Her eyes widen in excitement at my words, and she hops off the desk.

“Off you go then.”

When I turn around, she’s perched on my desk, her jeans on the floor and the shirt completely unbuttoned. The satin of her underwear calls out to me and keeping my eyes trained on hers, I undo one button of my shirt after the other, getting to my pants when I reach her.

With a smooth move and a gasp from Savannah, I bend her over the desk, tracing her body with my eager hands.

Her breath quickens and I hear each intake of air as loud as the beating in my chest as need swells in me.

I cover her body with mine, cupping her face for a kiss.

“You taste…amazing,” I murmur against her lips. “Sinful, like a desire that a man can get accustomed to. Addicted to.”

“I could be your addiction,” she says with a sexy smile.

I nod, nudging her legs apart with one hand while my other loosens my belt and undoes my zipper. My pants fall to the floor.

“I should have stashed some condoms in my drawers, but I didn’t think this was going to happen,” I tell her.

Savannah turns her face to look at me, a sly grin playing on her lips.

“So, we’re playing a game of Russian roulette right now?”

Her explanation pleases me so much I grin.

“Yup. But the cartridge isn’t a bullet. It’s going to be how fast I can pull out when I’m buried in you,” I explain, touching the spot between her legs.

She whimpers, rocking her body back and forth against my hand.

I sweep my fingers over the satin panties, rubbing her with the fabric in place. It gets wet instantly as Savannah’s whimpers grow into loud moans and her hips buck faster.

My boxers become tighter as my erection strains against them, begging for a chance to make Savannah’s warmth its home.

Unable to keep going, I pull her panties down and thrust in, groaning when her walls close tight. She gasps, reaching back to hold me.

Placing my hands on her back, I thrust into her—hard, fast, with a reckless abandon that she matches feverishly, beggingme for more.

Her muffled moans, my belabored groans, and the overwhelming deliriousness send Savannah over the edge with a shudder that racks through her body and leaves her body slack. I don’t stop though, even as her walls convulse around me and a succession of orgasms roll through her.

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