Page 123 of My Big, Fat, Hot Billionaire Enemy
I can only nod mutely, burying my face against his thigh, too embarrassed to look anywhere.
He chuckles, a low, dark sound. Then his hand slides deliberately under my skirt, his fingers finding the damp lace of my panties.
“Hmm,” he murmurs, his fingers exploring, finding just how wet I am. “Seems someone wasn’t entirely opposed to this.” He slides his hand into my panties, and dips two fingers inside me,stretching me, making me gasp. “So wet for me, Lucy. The wettest I think I’ve ever felt you. You like being spanked, don’t you? Like being put in your place.”
My blush intensifies, spreading down my neck. I want to deny it, but my body’s response is undeniable.
Damn it.
He pulls me upright slowly, turning me to face him. My legs feel shaky. My bottom still stings. My core throbs from his touch.
His eyes are dark with possessive intensity, the earlier coldness replaced by raw heat. He reaches out, his fingers deftly unbuttoning my blouse, pushing the fabric aside. He unhooks the front clasp of my bra, freeing my breasts. My nipples are already hard, aching points.
He bends his head, taking one nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling, then sucking strongly. Pleasure, sharp and insistent, jolts through me.
I moan softly, trying to keep my voice down, my hands automatically gripping his shoulders for support. He gives equal attention to the other breast, his teeth grazing lightly, sending shivers down my spine, before lifting his head.
His gaze drops lower. He unzips my skirt, letting it fall to the floor in a heap. My panties quickly follow. Then, he scoops me up easily, surprising me again, and sits down inmyCEO chair, settling me across his lap, my bare bottom pressed against the hard muscle of his trousered thighs.
Oh god, more spanking?
But instead of punishment, his hand strokes my stinging skin gently for a moment, before sliding around, between my legs.
His fingers find my clit immediately, rubbing with expert pressure, while his other hand continuesto deliver occasional, surprising smacks to my already heated backside. The combination is… electrifying. Pain and pleasure mingling, intensifying each other.
I gasp, arching against his hand, completely overwhelmed. He masturbates me relentlessly, watching my face, reading my reactions, pushing me higher and higher.
“See?” he whispers, his breath hot against my cheek, delivering another light smack that makes me jolt. “You belong to me. Everywhere. Right here. Like this.”
Just as I feel myself nearing the edge, he stops, leaving me trembling and desperate. He stands abruptly, resting me on the chair, and sheds his jacket, tie, and shirt with impatient movements. My breath catches. His chest as usual is magnificent, all hard planes and defined muscle, courtesy of the private gym in his workplace.
He kicks off his shoes, unbuckles his belt. His pants follow, revealing long, powerful legs and the impressive bulge straining against his designer boxers.
My god, the sheersizeof him never ceases to amaze me.
He pulls out a condom, sheathes his thick, already glistening cock with practiced efficiency. And I yearn to taste that cock and feel it inside of me.
He turns back to me, scoops me off the chair, and lifts me easily onto my desk, scattering papers and files everywhere. Normally I’d care about seeing the day’s work sent flying to the four corners of my office...
But not today.
He spreads my legs wide, positioning himselfbetween them.
“Now,” he says, his voice a low growl. “Where were we?”
He enters me with a single, powerful thrust that steals my breath, filling me completely. His control is absolute, yet there’s an urgency, a primal energy I’ve only felt a few times from him, but not quite like this.
He sets a fast, demanding pace, fucking me against my own desk with a possessive intensity that’s both terrifying and unbelievably hot.
He leans down, sucking and biting gently at my neck, leaving marks I know will be there tomorrow.
Occasionally, he lifts me up with one arm, and his other hand finds my still-stinging bottom, delivering another sharp smack that sends sparks of confusing pain and pleasure through my system, making me cry out softly and clench around him.
“You like that?” he murmurs against my skin, his rhythm faltering slightly. “Like my hand on you?”
“Yes!” I gasp quietly, clinging to him. “Don’t stop! Please, Christopher!”
Oh god that was too loud, I know it was. I probably let not just the security detail but the entire floor know that I’m fucking him in my office.
