Page 85 of The Billionaire Boss and the Barista

It was a mistake. Garrett’s gaze snared hers, holding her entire being immobile. “Because I wanted to.”

Her lips parted, her instinct to argue with him. But he reached down, running his big hands down the curve of her butt and thighs. He took hold of her just behind the crease of her knee.

His gentle but uncompromising grip opened her legs. He dragged her up his body, not stopping until they were wrapped around his waist.

Emma gasped at the heat and hardness touching her so intimately.

He walked forward with her in his arms, carrying her effortlessly down into the sunken living room.

Her ass landed on the back of the couch. Garrett propped her up there, his hands cupping her cheeks and kneading with firm strokes.

She parted her lips in silent invitation.

His hand took hold of her long hair, wrapping it around his fist. Then Garrett’s taste exploded in her mouth.

Emma made a noise both feminine and desperate. Her vision blurred so she closed her eyes, focusing on the feel of his heat and the roughness of his roaming hands.

Garrett tore his mouth off hers, pressing a line of kisses to the side of her neck and up her cheek to her ear. “It’s okay, baby. I’ve got you.”

He pressed her into the couch, grinding his hard length between her legs. It was like he ignited a fire. The heat of it radiated from her pussy out to the rest of her body.

Emma’s mouth gaped as she clutched at his shoulders with shaking hands. “O-oh.”

That dark gravelly voice came again, wrapping like rough velvet all around her.

“Feels good?” he asked, rubbing more of himself against her until he was abrading her sensitive nipples with his pecs through the silky material of her nightgown.

“Yes,” she moaned as he rolled his hips, hitting a sensitive spot just right.

Whimpering, her fingers went slack. She would have fallen backward but his strong arms wouldn’t let her. Instead, they guided her over the back of the couch in one smooth, controlled move.

Desire made her nipples harden and the walls of her sheath clench. And he knew. Garrett was aware of his effect on her, his every touch calculated to make her melt.

“Don’t worry, Emmy,” he murmured, lowering over her in a wave of heat and muscle.

“I know what you need,” he said, holding her hands down by the wrist and rubbing his cock against her panties, which were so wet at this point they may as well not have been there.

Soon that didn’t matter. Garrett backed off moving down her body, taking her cotton briefs with him.

She expected her nightgown to follow, that he would pull it up and off her. Instead, he pushed it down, baring her breasts while trapping her arms at her sides.

“Fuck, you’re perfect.”

His fingers caressed her right mound, tweaking her nipple until it throbbed.

Garrett’s eyes glowed like coals in the candlelight, reflecting the dim light in such a way that it appeared as if they were litfrom within. But it wasn’t just hunger in his eyes. There was something else. Something almost reverent.

One of his fingers grazed the dip of her cleavage.

“Absolutely perfect,” he breathed before that big hand fully settled on her breast, squeezing gently.

The sensation of his rough hand on her bare breast was too much to process. She trembled, heart aching when her shiver seemed to pass through him as well. And then his hands were gone, replaced by his mouth.

Emma moaned, her legs drawing up convulsively. They tightened around his waist, a move she thought he didn’t even register until he pinned her down with his weight.

She loved it. The heat, his rough silky skin, and the pressure of all that muscle bearing down on her. It filled an ache she hadn’t known she’d been feeling.

Garrett was licking and sucking her breast, whispering words of praise about the softness of her skin and how perfectly her curves filled his hands.

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