Page 38 of Crushing On Bestie's Billionaire Brother

“That’s a good girl.” He cupped my ass and tilted my hips so I could accept him. “Mmm, yes, just like that.” He took those same two fingers that were wet with my juices and slowly licked them, careful to not break eye contact with me.

“You taste divine, sweetheart” he whispered in my ear, goosebumps spread throughout my entire body as I nearly came from his words alone.

“Do you agree?” He put his thick fingers in my mouth, a moan escaped me as I eagerly licked them, ready for more him.

Without much more of a warning, he thrust into me, rock hard and thick, his throbbing member filled me up. If I was able, I would’ve cried out then. But my throat choked up, leaving me to express my ecstasy in the way my quivering legs tightened around his waist. The way my arms circled his broad shoulders and clung to him for everything it was worth.

He edged out of me, heated breath panting in my ear, and drove into me again. I was dripping wet with want for him, but that couldn’t take away from the sensation of his large cock stretching me open. It was passionate ruin in its purest form. My walls clenched around him, coaxing his firm shaft even deeper.

The stranger obliged, working up a steady, urgent rhythm as he pushed into me, over and over again. My mind held nothing, my body existed only to bask in his thrilling attention. He tensed between my legs, his own desire reaching a shuddering peak as he plowed into me even harder, faster.

“Oh, God.” It was nothing more than a strangled moan that fought its way from my depths.

He lifted his head, eyes blazing like fire as his gaze locked with mine. Bodies in the dark. Nameless, faceless, yet filled with a deep sense of knowing and only one goal - the ultimate destruction of the other.

“You’re close,” he whispered. “I can feel you. Come for me”

His words washed over me like searing hot lava rushing straight to my core. It was like his eyes enchanted my body to do his bidding, and with every stroke of his turgid cock, I felt myself plummeting. Closer and closer. Overwhelmed with the weight of my rolling climax as he teased it, barreling forward, to drag me over the edge.

I closed my mouth on his, wanting to keep my promise of silence but not trusting myself. He swallowed my drawn out moans as the first wave crashed through me, sending me into a thrilling spasm. Without slowing down, he fucked me as I unraveled in his arms, sweating and shaking, until finally he joined me.

With a low, guttural moan, the stranger spilled himself inside me, jerking through forceful, stilted thrusts that sent us rocking along the railing. Empty and sated, the tension seeped from his body and relinquished me from his carnal grasp.

“Earth to Liz…”

I blinked a few times, and Missy’s face swam into view, staring at me quizzically. Her short blonde hair was clipped down on one side and made her look like she hadn’t graduated high school, instead of the Masters student she was.

“Where were you just now?” she asked, cocking her head curiously.

I dropped my gaze, feeling a rush of heat creep up the back of my neck and prayed it wouldn’t touch my cheeks and give me away. She’d know in an instant that I was not, in fact, sitting at my desk capturing last week’s data.

Shuffling around some random papers to look busy, I replied with, “I think I’m just hungry.”

If I could convince her, then she’d never have to know I’d been reliving my night with that stranger from our charity event a few weeks ago. That I couldn’t get him out of my head even if I wanted to. That I wanted to be devoured again by him and discover what secrets those deep brown eyes hold.

“Well, lunch is going to have to wait.” She tapped my desk and pointed to our boss’ office. “Heather wants us to sit in on her one o’clock.”

I sank into my chair with a groan. “She always does this. She demands that we attend all the meetings but refuses to let us run any accounts.”

“Hey, now, you better look happy about being her personal lackey or you’ll put her in a bad mood,” Missy smiled down at me, a devilish gleam in her crystal blue eyes.

I pushed up from my desk with a huff. “I’m supposed to be the one mentoring you, remember?”

“Intern by name only,” she replied, nudging me in the ribs as we made our way to Heather’s office.

I had three years on her at Hope Forward, the NPO that was supposed to launch my career after college, but she already seemed to have a better handle on people-wrangling than I did. She was desperately due for a lay. No matter what I tried with Heather, I somehow always lost. My mom was always telling me to quit being so lippy and maybe then my boss would take me seriously. But she didn’t know Heather. That was a woman who didn’t play fair.

“Not there,” Heather barked without even looking up.

I froze, hovering over one of the chairs opposite her desk, unsure of what to do. Missy shrugged and took the chair next to mine. They were the only seats in the office, so I wasn’t exactly sure what Heather wanted.

“Read this.” She slid two folders across her desk. “Quick. Michaels will be here soon. I saidnotthere.”

“Maybe it’s time we get another chair in here,” I went to stand beside Missy, ignoring Heather’s seething glare as I poured over the folder.

I was a senior staff member and she treated me like a kid who couldn’t tie their shoes. Surely she didn’t expect me to be happy about that all the time.

“What do you need?” Missy asked, leafing through her folder.

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