Page 58 of The Reluctant Billionaire

I bend, sliding my hands up her sides until they cup her tits. Fuck me. They sit full and heavy in my hands, encased in their beautiful lace. My morals over the money this woman likely spends on outfitting her gorgeous body fly out the window, because there’s something about knowing that the delicate, gossamer-thin lace through which I’m palming her bullet-like nipples cost a bloody fortune that goads my inner beast even more.

I’ll shred this bra, this thong, to pieces if I have to.

As I knead harder, pulling and pinching her nipples and revelling in the breathy, needy little moans already coming from her mouth, the realisation hits me that I want her to desire this version of me as much as my community centre persona. I may have been at my most comfortable there, this past week, but, like it or not, I spend most of my time in this corner office, working on my laptop rather than hammering and sawing.

I owe it to this version of myself to win her over.

I push the lace down roughly so I can roll her gorgeous, berry-ripe nipples between my fingers just as hard as I like, and I grind my erection against her.

‘Aide,’ she moans.

‘You know what?’ I tell her, my voice hoarse with desire. ‘Tomorrow, I’ll find a way to get you up against the wall in that shitty little office and bang you as hard as you want.’

I release one perfect breast and slip a hand between us, running a couple of leisurely fingers over the soaking strip of lace covering her pussy. ‘But today, I’m a CEO, and you are here inmyfucking office, on your hands and knees for me with nothing protecting you except this sexy little excuse for underwear.’

I press a finger directly to her clit through the lace, and she shudders and sobs out a strangledGod.

‘So you’ll take every inch I have to give you, and you’ll take it like a good girl. Got it?’

‘Y-yes,’ she manages, bowing her head.

‘Right answer,’ I say, and I unsnap her bra. Next, I peel her thong over that glorious arse and down her legs. She raises one knee and I slide it off, removing her stiletto as I go before doing the same on the other side.

She’s naked, and stunning, and quivering for me. I scoot backwards, giving thanks for this enormous sofa, and admire the un-fucking-believable view that is Lotta’s pussy, bare and already glistening with arousal, just for me. It’s the most tantalising thing I’ve ever seen, and I kneel, using my hands to spread her folds wide open before I put my tongue right where it belongs.

I can’t help the ravenous groan that escapes my lips as I begin to feast on her. I give her one long, decadent swipe of my tongue from front to back before proceeding to tongue-fuck her, slowly and luxuriously. I had a taste in the shower the other night, but that was pretty quick. Now, it’s just me and her, and my prep for the Permira meeting can go to hell.

Worshipping this high-maintenance princess’ body with mine? Showing her I know far better than she does that I’m capable of giving her what she needs?

That’s far more important.

As is, I’m ashamed to say, showing her who’s boss. Or, at least, showing her she doesn’t call all the shots here. I meant what I said. I have her in my office, and I won’t be happy until she’s surrendered to what we have. Till she’s come so hard and screamed my name so loudly that there’s no doubt in her mind that this version of me can own her body just as wholly as the version who fucked her, hard and slow, in her shower and in her bed.

Just the way she wanted it.

Usually, I steer clear of the CEO thing. I feel uncomfortable thinking too much about the power it gives me. Feel even more uncomfortable wielding that power.

But here in this moment, with Carlotta, it’s heady. I feel the need to win her respect and have her crave being on the receiving end of every last bit of the power I wield.

I slide my tongue out of her and move it to her clit. Fuck, it’s so swollen. I flick at it, and she pushes back against my face.

‘God, that’s amazing,’ she pants. ‘Aide,God.’

Every time she succumbs, every time I get closer to that elemental part of her, something loosens in my chest.

‘You are fucking delicious,’ I grunt out, rubbing my nose in her pussy as I pause my licking. ‘You’re going to come so hard on my tongue.’

‘I know,’ she manages.

‘Down on your elbows, sweetheart,’ I say, and I ramp up my onslaught, sliding a couple of fingers inside her as my lips and tongue lave her exactly where she needs it. Fuck, she’s so wet and tight, her muscles gripping my fingers. I add a third.

She lets out some kind of strangled noise of approval, and I finger fuck her harder.

‘Fuck,’ she says. ‘Yourbeard.’

‘Too rough?’ I ask between licks.

‘No. It’s,God,it’s so perfect. I can take it harder.’

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