Page 61 of Triplet Trouble For My Billionaire Boss

He's like a drug, intoxicating, addictive.

My head swims, and I grip his shirt, holding on for dear life as I sway in place.

"What else did you think about, Annie?" he growls against my mouth.

I bite my lip, and his teeth graze the sensitive skin.

"My hands all over your body?" To emphasize his words, his hand travels down my body and back up again under my shirt. "My fingers inside you?"

I moan.

"Did you like that? My fingers inside of that sweet pussy? Making you come all over me?"

"Yes," I pant.

He nips at my neck, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine.

"What else did you think about, Annie?"

My face flames with embarrassment, but it's too late. The truth is already out.

"I thought about your mouth," I say, my voice barely a whisper.

"Where did you think about my mouth, Annie?"

His voice is a low rumble in my ear, and the heat of his breath on my skin is dizzying.

"Here?" He nips at the sensitive skin behind my ear.

"And here." He bites my collarbone, making me whimper.

"And here." His tongue swirls around my nipple through my sleep shirt, his thumb under my shirt teasing the other.

"Oh God."

I gasp and arch into him, wanting more.

"And where else, Annie?"

He lifts his head and looks at me, his eyes dark and hungry.

"I, uh," I stammer.

"Come on, baby," he coaxes. "Where else did you think about my mouth?"

"On my, uh, on my—"

"You can say it. Your pussy." His hand slides under the waistband of my shorts, his fingers slippingthrough the slick folds.

"Yes," I gasp.

"Is this what you were doing before I got here?" he asks. "Were you touching your sweet pussy, thinking about me?"

"Y-yes."

"I've been thinking about it," he says roughly. "Since that night in my office. Thinking about getting my tongue inside of you, making you scream."

My knees go weak, and I grab his shirt to keep myself upright.

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