Page 39 of My Billionaire Boss Crush

When his tongue thrusts deep into my entrance, at the same time his thumb rolls the taut end of my nipple and slowly elongates it, I know that I can’t take it anymore. I’m already so wet and far too gone to care about anything else but reaching that peak.

As if he knows what I’m thinking, Alex growls. “Not yet.” He pulls himself and takes my nipple in his mouth, the same as the second one, before pulling himself away from me. “I can’t wait anymore,” he declares and pulls open one of the lowest drawers in the cabinet by his bed.

He pulls out a box of condoms similar to the one I found in my bedside cabinet the day we arrived, causing me to say a silent prayer for the hotel attendants who stocked the rooms up with them and then drop them on the bed. “Tell me you want this, baby.” He says when he notices my eyes on the box.

I nod eagerly. “I want you, Alex.” I can’t wait anymore.

He tears off a condom, gets rid of his boxers, and rolls it up the length of him, leaving me awed at his impressive size. “I’m going to take you now, hard,” he announces, and I nod. Almost immediately, he positioned himself at my entrance and thrust into me as hard as he had promised.

My cries grow louder as my nails claw his back while he drives me crazy with pleasure. He moves slowly at first, his harsh breaths accompanying my increasing moans as he eases himself in and out until my hips begin to move tentatively against his. Then he speeds up, pounding into me in a quick and relentless rhythm which I eagerly meet as well.

His lips meet mine again, kissing me roughly this time as he keeps on thrusting, swallowing my moans. “Let go, Blair.”

My back bows, my body quivering and thighs clenching as sweat begins to gather on both of our bodies. Soon enough, I stiffen and shatter in his arms, feeling and thinking about nothing but the heady sensation that has overcome me.

Groaning loudly now, with my name on his lips, he follows swiftly after me, thrusting with careless abandon and then emptying himself into her. He collapses onto the bed, catching his breath for a few seconds before pulling me into his arms.

All I can think about as I struggle to catch my breath is how irrevocably in love I am with Alex.

Chapter twenty-two

Where Do We Go From Here-Alex

I woke up one morning in Blair’s apartment, feeling incredibly happy and excited. It’s been two weeks since she and I got together in Paris, and with each passing day, our love grows stronger and deeper, despite the shadows of secrecy that surround us.

We steal glances, exchange secret smiles, and find solace in stolen moments when no one is watching. The world remains oblivious to the truth that lies beneath our professional façade.

Yet, as we walk this delicate tightrope of secrecy, I can't help but wonder if we're doing the right thing. Will our love be strong enough to weather the storms that lie ahead? Only time will tell.

Last night had been amazing, every single bit of it, and I’m still reeling from how good it had felt to be with Blair in that way and back in Paris.

To be able to revel in her touch, kisses, listen to her moan, and watch her surrender herself to me was an honor. It’s strange to feel this settled in a relationship, considering how restless I always felt when I was with Tianna. And I know Blair and I have only just gotten started, but everything about this feels right.

I raise myself up on my elbow, staring down at the empty space beside me. I start to panic, thinking she decided to sleep in a different room, or worse, completely left because she wasn’t satisfied with last night or she changed her mind about the idea of us.

However, ease sets into my heart when I hear the water running in the bathroom. I pull myself up from the bed, not bothering to pull my clothes on, and walk towards the bathroom, smiling at how different and satisfied I look as I pass by the vanity mirror.

My erection quickly stands at attention, no matter how much she wrung me out last night, the moment I see her in the shower, sweeping her hair back as the water runs down her delectable body.

A few seconds later, after watching my fill without alerting her to my presence, I step under the shower and wrap my arms around her, smiling when she leans back against my chest. “You didn’t wake me,” I whisper in her ear as the water rains down on us.

She turns around and wraps her arms around me, lifting her head to stare into my eyes. “I didn’t want to disturb you, especially after all the hard work you did last night.” She grins salaciously.

I smirk and turn her around too quickly that she reaches to grab the wall. “You should have woken me up.” I trail my fingers down her spine. “I was looking forward to giving you a proper morning greeting.” My leg goes between hers, and I spread her other leg with it.

Before she can say a word, I thrust into her and take her against the shower wall until she’s begging for release while droplets of water continue to rain on us.

A few hours later, we’re both in the living room, seated on the sofa with Blair perched in between my legs as we munch on the popcorn that I whipped up for us to watch a movie. I plant a kiss on the top of her head, and she melts further into me.

The weight of our hidden connection rests heavily upon my shoulders even as I try to enjoy the moment. We had both decided to keep our relationship a secret back home because of how people will take it. Also, Blair isn’t quite ready to tell her father about us yet, and I understand and support her decision.

We carry a secret, a clandestine bond, concealed from prying eyes and judgmental whispers. The age gap between us is an undeniable reality, one that lingers in the back of my mind like a shadow.

Society's expectations and the potential scrutiny we might face pose a formidable obstacle to our happiness. And yet, I find solace in the depth of our connection, the genuine affection that has blossomed between us.

However, it hasn’t been easy sneaking around and trying hard to keep our relationship from everyone back at the office and in our lives. I still haven’t told Summer about Blair and me, so we spend most of our time at Blair’s apartment.

Blair sighs against me, and I realize she hasn’t been paying much attention to the movie either. I turn her around slightly, searching her eyes for reassurance. "Are you okay?" I ask, my voice laced with concern.

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