Page 45 of My Possessive Billionaire: Our Fake Marriage

“How’s that for convincing?” I teased.

He grinned and put his arms around my waist. I slid into his lap, straddling him like I had in the limo. Our lips met as I undid his necktie.

I slipped it from around his neck, then tossed it around my own. I smiled as I undid his top button. He smelled so good, and his kisses were fire, as always.

He kissed my neck, and I gasped sharply. I ground myself on his lap. My hand worked its way down between us and undid his belt.

Evan shifted on the seat, enabling me to undo his trousers. I fumbled his big, thick cock out of his underwear, pulling it out. I lifted my hips and started trying to work my panties off with one hand.

“Would you like me to give you a hand with those?” he asked as ifhe were the employee and I the employer.

“Yes, please,” I said, laughing as I used one hand braced on his shoulder to keep my balance.

“Okay. Whatever you say.”

He slid his hand up my hip, sending goose bumps along my flesh. Then he hooked his finger in the waistband of my panties and jerked his hand back. I gasped as my panties tore off me with a sharp ripping sound.

“There you go,” he said.

I lifted myself up into the air and slid back down onto his cock. I gaped as it slid deeply within me. My eyes fluttered closed at the sharp pinch as I settled fully upon his throbbing rod.

“I feel so full,” I gasped. His mouth was on my neck, and I clasped my arms around him. My mouth flew open in a deep moan as he mauled my neck.

I started gyrating my hips, swiveling about like a stripper. I’d never done this before. Taken the initiative during our lovemaking. He seemed to enjoy it. I writhed around on his lap, building toward the crescendo of a truly massive climax.

I let out a sharp cry as golden fireworks exploded behind my eyelids. My pussy clamped down on him with quick, tight convulsions. He came inside of me, filling me with his sticky seed.

I collapsed against him, resting my forehead on his shoulder. We filled the air with our heavy pants as our sweat mingled and cooled.

“That,” he said between pants. “Was the best meal I’ve ever had. Maybe there’s something to this domestic life after all.”

Chapter 17

Evan

“Ta-da,” she said, removing the blindfold and grandly gesturing at a sleek, brand-new yacht. It featured the perfect combination of luxury and sport, with the ability to go into a hydrofoil mode as well as all the amenities one would come to expect from a luxury yacht.

At least, that’s what the salesman told me when I bought the damn thing.

“Amanda, honey?” I spoke.

“What?”

“This is my yacht.”

“Well, it’s not like I have a bunch of yachts laying around.” She smacked me on the shoulder. “Stop being a bore and just enjoy the fact that I’ve arranged for us to spend some time together on the deep blue sea.”

It did sort of sound nice. Hitting the waves with her at my side.

“All right, I’m all in. There’s just one thing I don’t understand, though.”

“And what’s that?” she asked.

“How on Earth did you manage to arrange for the limo, the yacht, and the driver without me knowing about it?”

She blew air out of her lips, stirring her bangs.

“Oh, I think that you’ll find if you treat your people like actual human beings instead of tools or automatons, they’re more than willing to bend the rules to help you.”

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