Page 66 of A Billion Dollar Romance
I looked down at her, legs spread wide over my desk to reveal her perfect pink center, wet and glistening. I’d come inside her this morning, had bounced her on my cock in my bed until we were both panting and sweaty and had needed a cool shower before getting dressed for work, and I wanted to kneel between her legs and open her up with my fingers, to taste myself inside of her and feel her tighten against my tongue, but…
“Such an eager student, Miss Taylor,” I said, gripping her by her pretty ponytail, pulling her head back gently to devour her with a kiss. I flipped her over, her skirt still up around her waist and her round ass pale and inviting against the dark wood of the desk. She propped herself up on her elbows as I tugged her head toward me to arch her back. “You always were, weren’t you?”
“With a professor like you, how could I not be?” she said with a flirty smile over her shoulder, and then gasped, her words falling away as I slid home in one smooth, powerful thrust. “Oh,oh–”
“Shh, quiet, sweetheart,” I reminded her, with a tug on her hair. “Be a good girl for your professor, remember?” I felt her nod in the pull of her ponytail. “Hmm?”
“Yes,boss,” she said, and I grinned.She was asking for it.
I remembered, suddenly, the way her playful protestations had turned to moans when I’d carried her over my shoulder to the bedroom, and felt my cock twitch inside her tight heat. I smoothed a hand over her ass, and then–
The sharp gasp that escaped her at the light swat of her ass could have been simply one of surprise.
But the clench of her walls around my cock was unmistakable.
“Fuck,” I gritted out, thrusting into her harder. “You want more, sweetheart? Here?” I smacked her again, lightly, and she moaned.
“Quiet, Miss Taylor,” I said, but smacked her a third time, on the opposite cheek, the sound making my abs clench. Her ass was pink where my hand had been, and I was so,soclose, my balls tight as I fucked into her hard enough that the solid desk was shaking, but I had to get her there first. I tightened my grip on her ponytail, then slipped my other hand up inside her sweater again, over one of her lacy bra cups, squeezing and massaging her breast.
“Yes,” she moaned, but softly. Her hips rocked back against mine. “Please,please…” She was sofuckingsweet.
“I want you to come on my cock, Miss Taylor, but you have to be quiet, my good girl,” I said, and pinched her nipple. She gasped out ayes,and then, as I fucked deep into her, one, two, three–
“Oh,” she said, so quiet I could barely hear over the soft slap of my hips on her ass, the sound of my own breath chasing hers, and her knees buckled as her body tightened around my cock, dragging my release from me, the surge of her orgasm milking me until I was shaking and drained and my own legs felt treacherous underneath me.
I collapsed over her, feeling the rise and fall of her back against my chest, reveling for a moment in the afterglow before she wriggled her ass, squirming away.
“We have to clean up,” she said when I hummed and pulled her closer. She was right; I pulled out, tucking myself back into my pants, then digging in a desk drawer for a pack of tissues. I found them, tugging one from the plastic package and gently wiping away the slick liquid that dripped from between Edie’s thighs with a silent roar of satisfaction. I’d marked her, and not just with the pink fingerprints on her ass. I pulled her panties up from around her ankles to cover her. She’d sit at her desk this afternoon like nothing had happened, but under her little demure skirt, she wasmine.
A vision of Edie, her belly round with our child, suddenly swam into my vision. She’d be so damnpretty–
I blinked. This was Ryan’s fault, putting ideas in my head after Maddie’s birthday party.She’s the same age I was when I had Maddie, James,he’d said, with a carefully neutral expression. And seeing her with Maddie… I wasn’t getting any younger, but Edie had time…
She smoothed her skirt over her hips, turning to face me. She sat down tentatively on the desktop.
“Did I hurt you?” I asked, suddenly worried, thankful for something to distract me from thoughts of a pregnant Edie.
“No,” she shook her head.
“You liked that,” I said with a smirk, closing in against her.
Her lip curved, and she had just opened her mouth when–
Bzzt.
“Your eleven o’clock is here for you, Mr. Martin,” came Alice’s voice over the loudspeaker, and Edie’s eyes widened for a beat before she scrambled to the other side of the desk, smoothing her hair back with one hand.
“Shit,” she cursed, and even as I hurried to do up my belt, I had to smile.
“Isn’t this part of the thrill, Miss Taylor?” I whispered, then pressed the button on the intercom. “Send them in, Alice, Edie’s just on her way out.”
“Maybe when you were my professor, but notnow, James,” she said, as I strode around the desk to the door. I rested my hand on the door handle.
“I’m still your professor, Miss Taylor,” I said. “I always will be. Yours, and yours alone. Now go,” I nodded toward the still closed door. “You’re presentable enough. But don’t forget–we’ll have revisions tomorrow night.” I swung the door open, leaving her to stammer and blush as I encouraged her out with a hand on her lower back, and ushered in my eleven o’clock.
“Boss,” Lyle greeted me with a nod as he walked past, and I shut my eyes, my lips twisting to stop the laughter that threatened to escape. I stood in the doorway collecting myself for a beat too long. “Bridget’s on her way, she wanted to run over the photoshoot and interview. We can get started on the numbers from the conference without her–”
“That would be fine, Lyle,” I said, nodding and dragging my face into seriousness. “And please, for the love of everything,pleasestop calling me boss.”
