Page 118 of The Boss Situation

I exhale, trying to steady myself.

“Can I help you?” Billie’s smile fades into a scowl as she steps forward, fiery determination in her eyes. “Choose your words wisely, brothers, because I will leave this venue right now and not look back. The optics of that would beterriblefor both of you, and we know how much you care about image. What will you tell everyone when they ask where the diamond princess has gone?”

The silence stretches on for an eternity, the tension heavy in the air.

Weston would not take that risk, considering Billie isthe diamondof the evening. Because of her position in the fashion industry, her jewelry designs sell for ten times more than anyone else’s. It’s the only time their two industries cross paths. The resale market for her pieces is ridiculous, and only true collectors dare to bid.

“Your boyfriend is searching for you,” Brody mutters, frustrated.

“Tell Louis I’mbusyand I’ll meet up with him in twenty minutes,” she demands.

He leaves the room, escaping the four of us. I don’t blame him; I’d leave too. I want to.

Easton’s livid, staring me down before shifting his gaze to his sister. “This stops now. It’s too reckless. Both of you need to be logical. Bigger things are at risk.”

“You don’t get to tell me what I can do. Do you understand?” She glares at them, refusing to back down.

“Leave us, or I’m leaving,” she threatens, but it’s more of a promise.

“This isn’t over,” Weston says, grabbing Easton’s sleeve.

After a moment, they concede and walk away.

I turn to her, smoothing her hair down and placing a soft kiss on her forehead. “Being with you like thisisreckless.”

She smirks, grabbing my tie playfully. “Reckless is my middle name.”

“You’re stubborn as fuck,” I whisper against her lips.

“I just need a little more time with you. Please.” She grabs my hand and leads me through another room that’s connected. She opens a side door, glancing both ways, and we slip out into another long hallway. I glance behind me and see Weston and Easton arguing. She shushes me with a smirk, leading me down a narrow flight of stairs that looks like they were once used by staff. It’s low-lit, almost dark, and gives us the privacy we need.

Billie pushes me against the wall and kisses me fiercely. “I need you.”

“You have to go back to Louis right now,” I say, my hand firm on the small of her back.

Her silky dress whispers against my fingertips; the fabric barely contains the curve of her ass. My fingers trail lower down her body, teasing the seam that splits open at her thigh.

“You’re so fucking bad,” I murmur into her ear, my voice rough and commanding.

She grabs my hand, forcing it under the slit and against the outside of her panties.

“The more you deny me, the more I want you.” Billie lets out a whimper as I add more pressure.

“You need to be quiet, princess. Don’t want everyone to hear how much of a fucking slut you are for me.”

“More.”

Her hips buck into my hand as I slide my fingers into the lace, finding her soaked cunt with practiced ease. She’s hot and swollen, her clit throbbing under my thumb as I circle it slowly, deliberately. She bites her bottom lip, which is swollen from our roughness, but it’s not enough to stifle the moan that escapes when I plunge two fingers inside her, curling them just how she likes.

“This pretty little pussy is mine. Who do you belong to, princess?” I ask, my cock straining against my suit pants.

“You,” she whispers.

Her nails dig into my shoulder, her body trembling as I fuck her with my fingers. The sounds of her slickness, combined with her ragged moans, are too loud in the confined space. Her tits raise with each breath, her dress slipping just enough to give me a glimpse of her hard nipples, begging for my mouth. But, no, this is about her, about watching her lose control, about making her come so hard that she forgets where the hell she is.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” I taunt, my breath hot against her ear. “I can feel you clenching around my fingers like a greedy little whore. Come for me. And you’re gonna do it quietly.”

She nods frantically, her eyes wide and desperate as she bounces on my fingers. It’s all the permission I need. I increase the pace, my thumb pressing down hard on her clit as I pump my fingers in and out. Her body tightens, her back arching as she fucking explodes. Her orgasm rips through her with a force that makes her legs giveout. I catch her, holding her up as she convulses, her cunt milking my fingers.

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