Page 117 of The Billionaire Boss and the Barista

“You don’t have to,” he panted in a voice like gravel. But the tension of his body belied his words.

Emma withdrew, his cock leaving her mouth with a pop. She rubbed the head of it against her breasts, sliding it between them and pushing her breasts together.

Following her lead, he pistoned back and forth.

“That’s good,” she crooned in praise. “But I want you to fuck my mouth first and then me.”

Emma loved the sounds he made when she sucked him off.

Her words were like a match to gasoline. Garrett’s nostrils flared and he nodded sharply. Reaching out, he took her hair, wrapping it around his wrist. Using the hold, he guided her, urging her over his cock faster than she’d been going—although not as deep.

She tried to slow him down, so she could urge him a little farther, but he stopped her, telling her without words that he wanted it fast and hard. She compensated by pressing her lips more firmly around him, shaping her mouth to make him moan.

He let her suck him for a few minutes before he pushed her back onto the mattress. “I ca-can’t,” he panted, crawling over her.

His body covered hers. Emma welcomed the weight of him pressing her down, even as strong hands ripped her panties.

“Don’t stop,” she pleaded when he paused to push down his pants. “Like this.”

She took hold of him, wrapping her fingers around his length and wiggling until he was poised just at her entrance. Then he was forging into her, still dressed but open and bare where he needed to be.

Emma arched up, welcoming his thickness and heat. She clutched at his shirt, urging him to thrust.

Not that he needed the encouragement.

Garrett’s control was threadbare. Undulating under him, she tugged him down with his shirt, pressing his bare chest against her breasts and drawing her up until the whole length of him was gripped tight inside her.

The friction of his shirt and pants against her naked skin added another layer of sensation to what was already too much pleasure.

The push and pull of him was addicting. Every drive built that delicious friction higher and higher, until she was crying out, her cunt throbbing around him. The orgasm broke her open even as he pinned her down, rocking and grinding her into heaven.

She felt more than heard his muffled cry. His hot breath fanned her temple and his shaft jerked, sending a spreading warmth that overflowed her, spilling out onto the sheets.

Emma fell back on the mattress, her legs splayed open, muscles lax, incapable of movement.

Garrett groaned and rolled off her. Summoning the energy to turn her head, she checked out the glistening skin of his chest and abs with satisfaction. “I brought some of your ties in my overnight bag.”

Twisting, he lay on his side, a little pucker between his brows. “Thanks. But you know I keep part of my wardrobe here, including spare ties.”

“Oh, I know.” She stretched, enjoying the way his eyes moved over her body. Hungry and reverent at the same time. “I just wanted to make sure you had enough.”

His head lifted off the mattress, bemused. “Enough for what?”

The grin she gave him was downright wanton. She turned on her side and ran her toes up his pant leg. “That depends. How strong is your headboard?”

Chapter Forty-Seven

EMMA

Emma dozed on and off throughout the morning, rousing when she felt her hands being bound to the headboard.

“It was your idea,” Garrett reminded her, his breath against her ear.

There was plenty of slack in the ties and she was comfortable. But despite the amount of sex they’d had last night, her body warmed at the thought of fulfilling his fantasy to this extent. “It was. But where did the blindfold come from?”

A dense but airy fabric had been slipped over her eyes.

He pushed the blindfold up onto her forehead, his grin that of a man temporarily satiated after last night. But they both knew the hunger was there in the background, like a firecracker ready to be lit.

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