Page 48 of Starting Over with Her Billionaire Boss

Daegan only pulled back to roll on the condom as he watched her with darkened eyes. A smoldering intensity burned with an unspoken hunger as she watched him too; it left her aching to be touched. The hunger in his eyes was like a lion stalking his prey. But this time, she wasn’t afraid. She lay before Daegan just as hungry for him.

A subtle, seductive curl of his lips made her stomach flutter with barely restrained desire as he settled between her thighs. His cock brushed her clit through the smooth silk, sending a spark of electricity through her nerves.

He didn’t make an effort to remove her panties. Instead, he pushed them aside to reveal her pussy again. In a swift motion, he leaned forward, teasing the head of his cock against her center. Her legs trembled when Daegan wrapped his fingers under them, holding her apart for him.

“Did it hurt last time?” he asked, concerned.

“Yeah.” Kinsley couldn’t lie.

“But you want more already?” There was a laugh in his voice as his thumb flicked her clitoris, the head of his cock teasing heropening with the barest push. Not even the tip, not yet. “Are you sure?”

“I need it,” she begged. She wanted to feel him fill her up, feel his hands on her body, earn the pleasure that only he could give her.

“One rule,” he pulled his hands away to lean over her and place a lingering kiss on her lips. “I’m still in control. I get to have my way with you.” She could feel a smile pulling across his lips.

“I want to feel you make me yours,” she breathed, her voice trembling. Wrapping her hands around his neck, she pulled him into a deeper kiss. Her hand drifted lower, following the tantalizing trail farther down. She ached to feel those steely abs clenching beneath her as he drove into her with wild abandon.

When he pulled back to look at her, his gaze was dark with desire, and even mischief. “I will,” he promised, his voice a low, sensual rumble that made her shiver. Slowly, deliberately, he wet his lips, drawing her attention to the sensual curve of his mouth. “If I lick it, it’s mine, right?” he asked, a wicked grin spreading across his face, full of sinful promise.

He didn’t hesitate. Moving down between her legs, he placed a gentle kiss on her soaked panties. The warmth of his lips sucked at her teasingly through the fabric, drawing out a whine.

Her legs fell to the sides, as if welcoming him home. She wanted to beg him to get them off—rip them off if he wanted. But he took his time, planting a lingering kiss on each thigh before returning to her pussy.

Daegan’s eyes locked onto hers, and the intensity of his gaze made her breath catch in her throat. “You didn’t answer me,” he murmured, a gentle yet unmistakable command. His breath tickled her ear when he leaned in closer. “I said,” he repeated, each word a stern, delicious caress, “if I lick it, it’s mine. Right?”

It was a silent dare, a tender challenge. He was inviting her to surrender to him, but with a gentleness that promised he would cherish her completely.

Kinsley’s pulse raced under the heat of his stare, her body trembling with a heady mix of nervousness and raw, aching need. She swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry as she tried to form words.

“Yes,” she breathed at last, the single syllable falling from her lips like a prayer. “Yes, it’s yours.” The words fumbled out of her mouth. Her voice was barely above a whisper as the declaration sent a shiver of exquisite surrender down her spine, a feeling of rightness settling deep in her bones. This was where she was meant to be.

Daegan was right. The professional line between them was beyond blurred; it was completely erased. What they were doing was inappropriate. It was wrong. He was the CEO, and she was his personal assistant. But them—the people behind the titles—Kinsley and Daegan? They were just right.

She reached out with shaking fingers to brush his jaw, marveling at the permission she had to touch him freely, to stake her own claim. “All of me,” she whispered, holding his smoldering gaze with her own. “I’m yours.”

The words were more than mere consent. They were a vow, sacred and unbreakable. She was giving him her trust, her loyalty, her fiercely beating heart, every flaw and imperfection; she knew every piece would be cherished and protected in his capable hands.

The scent of his cologne filled her senses as his lips brushed her forehead. “I’m going to take such good care of you,” he said, his voice a low, soothing rumble that wrapped around her like a warm embrace. All of the commanding power of his voice had been gentled to a reverent whisper by the depth of his devotion to her.

His fingers hooked into the delicate lace of her panties slowly, teasingly dragging them down her legs. Kinsley’s breath hitched as the cool air kissed her newly bared skin. Anticipation coiled tight in her belly. Daegan tossed them aside and traced a path back up her thighs. His warm hands slid beneath her thighs. Lifting them up, he parted them until she was exposed to his hungry gaze.

She could feel the heat of his breath lingering over her sensitive flesh and it made her ache, every nerve ending crying out. When he finally lapped at her folds, it was electric, a slow, deliberate stroke that set her blood on fire. His tongue delved in her, gathering her arousal before circling her entrance in a maddening caress.

Kinsley’s hips bucked, craving more. Daegan gave her what she asked for by pressing a finger deep inside her. She could feel her pussy clenching around him. He pumped it slowly, curling and stroking until stars burst behind her eyelids. His eager tongue continued to paint delicate patterns around her clit.

It was a blissful torment—everything she’d ever wanted and yet not nearly enough. Her back arched as he added a second finger, stretching her deliciously. There was a spark of pain, yet she craved that fullness that only he could give. She grabbed a handful of the blanket with one hand, and tangled his hair in the other. Holding him to her, silently demanding more.

He obliged. Lips closing around her clit, Daegan gently suckled as his fingers moved faster, harder, driving her toward the pinnacle. He feasted on her like a man starved, his groans of satisfaction vibrating against her clit.

Body drawn bowstring-tight, Kinsley was climbing higher and higher, the pressure building to an almost unbearable level. Her thighs began to shake, breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

But it wasn’t enough. Even as her body screamed for release, her heart craved a deeper connection. She needed him with her in this moment.

“Daegan,” she moaned, his name a prayer and a plea on her lips. Her fingers tightened in his hair, tugging gently, urging him up even as her hips chased his retreating mouth. “Please, I need...”

Finally, Daegan’s eyes met hers, dark with desire and shining with a love so profound it stole her breath. That was what she needed, and she knew he understood. With a wicked laugh, he groaned into her pussy and continued to claim her.

Lost in a haze of total bliss, Kinsley rocked her hips against Daegan’s eager mouth. Each swirl of his tongue and deliberate stroke of his thumb fanned the flames, ecstasy climbing ever higher inside her.

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