Page 21 of Quadruplet Babies for my Billionaire Boss

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I dropped the selfie stick and gave myself over to the orgasm, my body contracting and convulsing. My breathing was shallow and erratic, and the feeling of pure sexual pleasure washed over my body.

When it was over, I lay on the bed in a puddle of sweat, satiated and smiling. I took a moment to recover before I unhooked my phone. I pulled on a robe and plugged my phone into my laptop to download the photos. I flicked through them one by one.

Seeing myself like this was erotic, an odd turn-on and embarrassing all together. I went through the photos, editing them a little, deepening the color and cropping them here and there. Not all of them were nice. Some were askew or I missed the picture completely. It was hard to focus on taking photos when I was racked with sexual pleasure.

I got four photos out of it, including one when I was orgasming, and it was fantastic.

These photos were a lot more intense than just nudes. I could have taken nudes lying on the bed or sitting up. I could have made them suggestive without giving anything away. Instead, I had opted for the rawest, sexualized version of myself. It wasn’t like me at all.

And I loved it.

I loved the side of me that was coming out. It made me feel sexy and dirty and delicious. I hoped Brent would feel the same when he saw these photos.

Before I sent them, I walked to the bathroom and climbed into the shower. I wanted to take a step back before committing to something like this. Not only was Brent older than me and I didn’t usually do this, he was my boss. Everything about what I was about to do was a risk.

Did I still want to do it? Hell yeah.

After I showered, I dried my hair and put my robe back on. I walked back to my laptop and checked the photos again. They were still very raunchy and very hot. I opened my email and attached them to a message that I sent to Brent’s personal email. The last thing I wanted was these photos on the server at work where something might go wrong and they leaked out. I

hesitated before I hit Send, suddenly nervous. This was a big step. But so was dressing seductively at work, leaving my panties on his desk, and letting him fuck me in his office.

How much worse was this, really?

I hit Send before I could change my mind and closed my laptop as if leaving it open would make a difference. I put my laptop away and dropped the robe. I crawled naked under the cover, feeling the sheets on my bare skin, and I closed my eyes. I smiled, excitement mixed with nerves bunching in my stomach. I was playing a dangerous game, and I loved it. I loved it because it was new and different, and it was with Brent.

When I had dressed to get Brent’s attention last week, I had dreamed of something like this happening, but I never thought it would be this intense. I thought a quick fuck in a closet would do the trick. But Brent was serious and dramatic, and he knew exactly what he wanted. And what he wanted was me in compromising positions. He wanted only me, and he wanted me hard and fast.

All of it was amazing. It made my stomach twist and my toes tingle, and I was constantly aroused. I felt beautiful, sexy, desirable. And I wanted more.

Chapter 10

Brent

After our meetings yesterday, I hadn’t had a lot of time to check my emails. We had gone from one meeting to the next. Day meetings had turned into dinner meetings followed by drinks afterward to schmooze with the right people. By the time we had finished, it was past midnight and I was sufficiently buzzed, the alcohol singing in my veins and the world spinning around me. I crawled into my hotel bed and passed out without taking off my collared shirt or socks.

When I woke up the next morning, my head ached dully and I was uncomfortable after sleeping in my work shirt and boxers. I peeled the clothes off me and walked to the shower naked, getting in under a lukewarm spray that did nothing for my head.

After I nursed my hangover with a bottle of water from the mini fridge and dressed in a suit for the day’s meetings, I opened my laptop. I had to meet Joe in about an hour, but I wanted to see if Rena had replied.

An email from Rena waited in my inbox, and when I opened it, it had four attachments. I opened them and gasped.

These weren’t only nudes. They were naked photos of her masturbating. And fuck, they were hot. There were only four of them, but they were stunning. She was baring it all, and the expression on her face suggested it was all real. She had taken these while she had been getting herself off. The last photo was one where she was in the middle of an orgasm. I knew it was because I’d seen that face on her before and it was sexy as fuck.

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