Page 46 of Marrying the Billionaire

He spins his chair around to face me, the first time he’s done that, and looks up at me seriously. “Thank you.”

“It’s no trouble.”

His gaze finally lowers on my choice of sleepwear for the night, a sapphire silk robe similar to the black one he’s already seen. It dips low in the front, the lace balconette bra I’m wearing beneath peeking out the tiniest bit.

My breaths hasten under his watchful stare, waiting for… something.

“Do you normally wear stuff like this to bed?”

Oh God, I’m busted. No, obviously I don’t sleep in skimpy robes and lingerie. “I, um, told you how I couldn’t take all my clothes with me.”

“I thought you bought more things.”

Yeah. What you’re looking at. Time to deflect. “Do you not like what I’m wearing?”

He reaches out, fingering the silk tie of the robe. “It’s soft.”

I bite my lip, wishing he’d tug the tiniest bit to loosen the sash. “Mmm hmm.”

“You can use my card to buy whatever you need.” He continues playing with the tie, looping it around his finger. “But I do like it. I mean, it looks good on you.”

I smile, glad to have finally gotten something out of him. “Well, if you like it, I don’t need anything else.”

He glances up at me, his hand dropping, but with the tie still wrapped around his finger, it opens the robe, revealing my matched lingerie set.

His gaze drops to my breasts, traveling south over my bare midriff to the low-cut scrap of lace covering my bottom half, and back up, getting stuck on my chest.

My nipples bead under his stare, clearly visible in the bra meant purely for enjoyment rather than any kind of actual support, and his body sways toward me, eyes glazed over with a hunger that makes my belly dip low with excitement.

Have I put a spell on him? Is my plan actually working?

I move closer, his legs parting as I step in between them, his hand coming forward to wrap itself around my waist. He finally looks up, gaze burning fiercely, and I bend down, under a spell myself as our mouths meet in a hot kiss.

His other hand comes up to cup the back of my neck, his warmth sending shivers through me, and I brace my hands on his shoulders, his lips moving masterfully under mine. His grip on me tightens, urging me forward, until I can’t get any closer, his hand drifting down, guiding me to bring first one leg up, then the other, straddling his lap in his office chair, the leather cool under my shins.

I settle myself on him, both his hands palming my ass, and I let out a shaky moan, a flare of arousal coursing through me. I press into him, his cock hardening underneath me, and lick my way into his mouth, too far gone to care about appearances or whether he’ll think this is too forward. This is what I’ve wanted. What I’ve been craving.

And he’s right there with me, his tongue tangling with mine, the taste of whiskey inciting me. I cup his jaw, changing the angle of our kiss, and grind on top of him, his gentle squeezes of my ass doing more than he knows to build me up.

I rub my chest against his, the friction against my nipples making me moan aloud again, and he breaks from my mouth to trail kisses down my neck and into the valley of my breasts, my breaths harsh as his tongue delves into my cleavage. He moves to my right breast, one hand coming up to gently shape its weight, his lips flirting with the edge of the bra cup, and my chest strains toward him, hoping he’ll go further.

My hips continue to move reflexively on him, using the bulge in his pants to grind on, a rush running through me as his tongue makes contact with my nipple, swirling around it slowly. An unintelligible noise escapes me, my fingers digging at his shoulders once more, wishing his shirt was gone so I could touch the warmth of his skin.

He moves the bra cup down further, sucking gently at my breast, tingles spreading throughout me at how good it feels, how much I’ve wanted this, how long I’ve waited.

“Archer,” I pant, the sensations overwhelming me, grinding harder against him, that elusive peak suddenly there. I hurtle over it, wild as I buck against him, unable to control myself.

And it’s only as my breaths slow that the realization of what I just did sets in. Dry humped him like there’s no tomorrow, chanting his name, tearing down all the carefully constructed walls I’ve built making it seem like I’m not completely gone for him already. Revealing how little sexual experience I actually have, as evidenced by how quickly I came on top of him, when he barely even touched me.

“I, uh…” I lean back, my cheeks burning hot, looking everywhere but him. He’ll realize my true intentions, how badly I’ve wanted him from the start.

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. I was going to be smooth, seductive. Not a red-faced mess who can’t keep herself together.

I climb off his lap and close my robe, rushing out of his office, no clue what to say and no desire to stick around.

I make it to the safety of my bedroom and shut the door behind me, panting in the darkness of the room, my heart pounding. I’ll figure it out tomorrow. Somehow, in my dreams tonight, the answer will come to me of how to perfectly explain away my ridiculous-

“Serena?”

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