Page 38 of My Billionaire Boss Crush

"Alex," I whisper, my voice heavy with longing. "All I ever wanted was to hear that you feel the same way about me. I want to be with you too, not just as a friend but something more." I smile up at him so broadly that my cheeks hurt.

His eyes burn with a fiery determination, his grip on me tightening. "I want nothing more," he growls, his voice laced with primal need.

As his confession hangs in the air, the room seems to shrink, drawing us closer together. The weight of unspoken desires and repressed emotions lifts, leaving only a charged anticipation between us. The air crackles with palpable tension as if the world itself holds its breath.

In that pivotal moment, the barriers that had constrained us crumbled, leaving only raw, unadulterated desire in their wake. Our lips collide in a fervent and passionate kiss, unleashing a whirlwind of pent-up emotions and hidden fantasies.

My heart pounds in my chest the moment our lips meet in a passionate and fervent kiss, our bodies now mere inches apart.

When we finally break apart, gasping for breath, our eyes meet with a newfound understanding. The kiss has set in motion a chain of events that will reshape our lives, challenging us to embrace the intensity of our connection and navigate the complexities that lie ahead.

The intensity of Alex’s gaze holds me captive, his eyes revealing a hunger that mirrors my own. Time seems to slow as we inch closer again, the anticipation building with each passing moment.

When our lips meet again, it's a collision of emotions, a convergence of longing and pent-up desire. The touch is electric, sending shockwaves of pleasure through every fiber of my being.

In that instant, the world fades away, leaving only the sensation of his lips moving against mine, his warm breath mingling with mine. It's a kiss that speaks volumes, a symphony of unspoken words and shared yearning.

With every gentle caress, every tug of his lips, I feel our connection deepening. It’s a connection that transcends the boundaries of our friendship.

Time loses all meaning as we get lost in the taste and texture of each other's lips. It's a dance of passion, an exploration of the depths of our shared desire. Our bodies gravitate closer as if drawn by an irresistible force.

Fingers tangle in hair, bodies press against one another, and the world outside the room ceases to exist.

But it's not just physical desire that fuels the kiss; it's an affirmation of the emotions that have been swirling between us. As the kiss deepens, the intensity builds, yet we remain in the moment, savoring the connection, the raw honesty of our feelings.

“We should stop,” Alex suddenly whispers against my lips.

Unwilling to let go, or let this end yet, I tighten my arms around him, letting my tongue explore every inch of his mouth until he moans with desire, and I can feel the evidence of his arousal against my hip.

“Blair…” He whispers, stopping the kiss while I try not to protest loudly.

“Don’t stop, please.” I don’t care that I may sound desperate right now. There’s nothing I won’t do to keep kissing Alexander Graves.

He stares at me, his eyes completely darkened as he swears while tugging at his hair. I can see from how taut his muscles are right now that he’s barely keeping his control from slipping. “Baby, I could get greedy if we continue.”

Hearing him call me “baby” in that deep, sexy voice of us makes me weak in my knees, and all thoughts leave my head. I grip his shirt tighter. “Maybe I want you to get greedy,” I whisper, biting my lips. He mutters something under his breath, and I press my body closer to him. “Make me yours, Alex.”

My fingers reached behind me as I tried to unzip my dress, but for some reason, my shaky hands wouldn’t cooperate. I let out a gasp when he suddenly turned me around without another word and unzipped my dress with it, watching with satisfaction as it pooled at my feet, leaving me in nothing but my pale pink underwear and heels.

“You are breathtaking, Blair,” he whispers into my ear, causing my blood to pump faster and my breath to hitch. “Do you have any idea what I’m going to do to you?” he asks, his fingers tracing my arm and leaving me wanting more.

His lips, soft yet demanding, begin to leave kisses slowly, across my neck, behind my ear, and on my shoulders while I shiver with delight. I feel my thighs clench, and the wetness of my insides is enough to let me know that I am beyond ready to be ravished.

He suddenly turns me around again to face him, and I gasp at the unadulterated lust shining in his enchanting eyes. I moan gently when he leans down and captures my lips again. His kiss is demanding, and I whimper when his lips coax mine, and our tongues meet. His hands come around me, and he pulls me against his body, his hand kneading my derriere gently. His other hand comes to rest on my breast, cupping and squeezing it gently while his arousal presses against my thigh.

I grip his flexed and deliciously muscular biceps when he suddenly gets on his knees before me and unbuckles my heels, pulling them off.

As soon as he’s done with that, his lips trail their way up my thigh stopping to inhale my scent when he reaches my apex and then proceeds to my hips and stomach, and he dips his tongue in my navel, eliciting a throaty moan from me.

It’s pure torture.

“Please,” I beg. Although I’m not quite sure for what, I just know that I want to feel him inside me.

Spurred by my plea, Alex picks me up and carries me into his room before gently placing me on the bed. He kneels above her, my legs in between his as he yanks off his shirt and unbuttons his pants, all the while holding me captive with his searing gaze.

When he’s done undressing, he grabs my ankles, parting my legs before leaning down and kissing me in between my legs. Squirming as I find myself unable to remain still, I release a rather high-pitched moan when he bites down gently on my clit and blows on it after.

His hand reaches up, and he dips his finger into the cup of my bra, pulling it down to free my covered breasts. He lets out a satisfied groan at the image of my bra holding up my swollen breasts and hardened nipple while I claw desperately at the sheets.

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