Page 21 of My Grumpy Billionaire Soccer Star

I sweep my hand over the desk, and I slap her ass on the spot. When I pull back, I don’t think of catching my breath before unbuttoning her shirt. Besides, who says I can’t do both at the same time?

Rachel’s cheeks are red, her eyes filled with desire but also with doubt. She reminds me of Jessica again, and a wave of painful nostalgia washes over me. But the bare, perky breasts that shoot in front of me make those thoughts vanish like the wind. I pinch a nipple, and she lets out a stifled moan, making my zipper beg to be unzipped.

“This is wrong, Vaughn. We should be doing this—oh my God . . .” She gasps when I free my cock from its prison.

No better expression in this world would have told me she wanted this as much as I do, and I let her know that by whispering it in her ear.

“So stop pretending.”

A look of surrender flashes on her face, and that only fuels me even more. I undo her pant buttons, and in seconds, I am already inside the lush heat of my secretary, fucking her as if my life depends on it!

She writhes, gasps, and moans with each stroke. Her legs wrap tightly around my waist, pulling me into her wetness, urging me on even more as I fuck her even harder.

I feel my orgasm approaching. This feels so damn good that I don’t want it to end soon, but I’m not in control. I empty my loadinto her, letting out a loud groan of pleasure. She pulls me in by the neck, her breath coming in quick gasps, her nipples digging gently into my chest with each breath.

Post-nut clarity hits hard as soon as I come down my high mountain of bliss, and the realization of what has just transpired hits me like a moving train.

I step back and regard Rachel, who quickly averts her gaze as soon as our eyes meet. But I see enough of her face to notice a crimson blush rise up her cheeks. She hops down from the table, confused and disoriented, and starts dressing up—all the while, avoiding my eyes.

I feel I am not able to utter a single word, and I hate it. But what could I have said to my secretary at that moment?

“Hey, Rachel, this should not have happened, and I am sorry for fucking you?”

“Oh, don’t worry about it. It’s just sex, and everything will just be fine.”

But would it? Would everything truly be fine after this? Shit. I’m done fucked up.

I watch as she storms out of my study, and despite the deep feelings of regret plaguing my mind, an unreasonable urge to follow her swept through me. What we just had felt so normal and so real.

Snap out of it! It’s still wrong!I scold myself, a wave of shame sweeping over me.

And with the last ounce of self-control, I stayed put and just watched.

Chapter nine

Chapter Nine

Rachel

Ireach into my purse for my apartment keys, shaking my head in disbelief as the reality of what has transpired in Vaughn’s study sinks in even deeper.

How could I have let it go that far?

Just as my door clicks open, my eyes catch my reflection in a nearby glass window. My cheeks are still flushed, and wild hair frames my face. I glance at my bruised lips, and I shudder when I briefly relive the sensation of Vaughn’s lips imprinted against mine like a brand. I can still feel the warmth of his body, which feels so real.

I shake my head vigorously, trying to clear my thoughts, and gently push the door. The sight before me—my beloved Archie—made my heart both melt and sink at the same time.

It hadn’t even crossed my mind during the drive from Vaughn’s to my apartment that I had forgotten to purchase groceries. But as I open my front door and see Archie gazing up at me with his welcoming eyes, guilt washes over me.

Poor cat.

He must have heard my footsteps across the hallway and come to welcome me . . . and demand for his food, which I have utterly forgotten.

But I don’t blame myself. How on earth would I have remembered when I just had the best sex of my life with my boss? I guess this is what they mean when they say they had their minds blown away!

I pick up Archie from my doorstep and walk into my apartment. I place him on the couch and head straight for the shower.

Archie is waiting for me outside my room when I step out after throwing on some casuals. He trots behind me as I make my way to the kitchen to prepare some food.

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