Page 38 of How to Blow It with a Billionaire

I could have come on the idea alone.

“God yes,” I breathed. “Yes, please.”

He gave a shaky laugh. “This is my office, Arden. I keep pens here, not lube. And there are ways I don’t want to hurt you.”

I’d gone without once before—it hadn’t been the worst thing in the world, and it would have probably passed into actively okay if the other guy had been just a touch less eager to plunge his manspear into my succulent dudehole.

But thankfully it wasn’t an issue tonight.

“It’s okay,” I said. “I was a Boy Scout. I came prepared.”

I gave him a little push so he was standing between my legs. Then, putting my years of dedicated yoga to good use, I took an ankle in each hand and split myself like a wishbone.

He was staring at me. At…well. A quite specific and currently very exposed part of me. And having him do that hit me right on that perfect edge between exciting and embarrassing where they got all muddled up. It needed a word. There must have been one in German.

“You were a Boy Scout?” He sounded a bit preoccupied—almost as if that wasn’t at all what he was really thinking about.

“For five minutes or whatever. Before they kicked me out for being a raging queer.” I smiled at him, in what I hoped was a winning manner, and flexed some intimate muscles in a saucy wink. “Now about that fucking me till I scream thing?”

His glanced up, as swift and sure as a wolf scenting blood, and as ferocious. “Don’t move,” he told me.

I’d been feeling pretty audacious with the whole do-me move but I hadn’t quite anticipated being stuck like that. All laid out for his taking. Bound by his command.

But, holy shenanigans, it was hot.

I whimpered earnestly. “I won’t, Mr. Hart.”

And was rewarded by a low growl of approval and pleasure from Caspian. I was glad to see him fumble very slightly with his belt as he released his cock. We were both so fired up I thought he’d slam into me like a train. But he came into me neither carefully nor roughly, just relentlessly, filling me up slowly so that I felt every inch of him as he took possession of me.

There was enough lube to ease his way, but the deep stretch was almost an echo of pain, and it made me pant and cling tight to my ankles. By the time he was all the way in I was moaning softly at the back of my throat, my sweat slicking the glass beneath me. I loved this. Holding him inside me. That kind of oh hey, there’s a man in my body. The slight physical and emotional shock of it. And the way it made me feel vulnerable and strong and right all at the same time.

He pulled out partway, adjusted his angle, and hit my happy spot so perfectly I had to turn my face into my shoulder to smother the epically grateful noise I made.

He caught my chin and pulled my head back. “Don’t do that.”

“I’m not going to—?”

“There’s nobody to hear but me and I want to hear you.”

“O-okay.”

It turned out, that was straightforward. I wasn’t sure how successfully I’d have been able to hold back if I’d tried. He fucked me mercilessly, with a precision and a power that left me an incoherent trembling mess on his desk, my whole body rocking with the thrusts I held myself open for.

Being fucked that way, and helpless to do anything but take it and feel it, was insanely intense. My hands were slippy and my legs were aching and my arse stung a little bit from his thrusts but somehow, that just made everything even better.

Best of all, though, I got to watch. I got to see him pushing into me, framed by the V of my legs, the tender skin of my thighs looking paler than usual in contrast to the dark nylon of the stockings. I got to watch my cock bouncing between us, hard and flushed and shiny with precome, my balls drawn up tight beneath. And I got to watch him. Gorgeously unraveled with his tie askew and his hair mussed from my fingers. Perspiration gleaming at his temples and this tight line of concentration between his brows. The strained ecstasy in his half-closed eyes and the softer bliss of his parted lips, like an untouching kiss.

That was when the phone rang.

It gave me such a fright that I arched right off the desk, my arse death-clamping around his cock.

“Whu?” I gasped.

“That would be the call I was expecting.” He sounded impressively calm considering he was literally inside me.

“Oh…um…awkward.”

I expected he would either pull out or that we’d unconvincingly try to ignore the call. What I didn’t expect was that he’d take it.

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