Page 36 of The Damaged Billionaire

“Because it is so unprofessional. People talk, Tennyson,” she says, stepping even closer, not backing down. I love the fire in her eyes.

“She is a nice woman, pretty too,” I say with a shrug, sucking in my cheeks to keep from smirking at the combustible look in her face.

“Pretty? You think she is pretty?” she says, her voice pitching up an octave, again leaning closer. Our chests are almost touching, her breathing rapid, and I can feel her about to come undone. I need her to.

“Sure, she seemed to like what she saw too,” I say, ready to punch my words in. “Seemed like a woman who knew exactly what she wanted and had no issues in going for it. I like that. Maybe if I—”

“Shut up and kiss me already,” she cuts me off with a huff, and I don’t hesitate. We fall into each other without a care for what we are doing or where we are.

I pull her to me, my hands grabbing her hips as I smash my lips against hers. Her hands wrap around my neck, pulling me to her, just as my tongue sweeps out and delves into her mouth. Tasting her, having her lips on mine, it feels even better than I remember.

“I feel like I have been fucking waiting an eternity for you,” I murmur, our moves frantic, not dissimilar to in that hotel room in New York all those months ago. I’m not lying. I have imagined this moment many times over, but the thoughts don’t even come close to the real thing.

“We need to lock the door,” Willow pants, her hands already on my belt buckle as my fingers glide up her bare thighs, pulling up her dress.

“Door is locked already. But we need to be quiet, even though I want to make you fucking scream.” Her dress now around her waist, my trousers already undone, her hand delves into my briefs. My breath hitches as she palms my cock, feeling all of me, hot, ready, and hard.

“God, I need this, I need you,” she says breathily, and I grab her around her ass, turn us around, and sit her on my desk. I have had sex in a lot of places, but my office is not one of them. However, right now, I would fuck Willow anywhere, my need to have her overcoming any moral sense I have left in my body.

“I need to taste you,” I grit out. As good as it feels to have her touching me, I want my mouth on her even more. Dropping to my knees on the floor in front of her, I spread her fantastic legs and run my hands up the side of her thighs. I groan when I see a damp patch on her panties.

“God, you are so wet for me, Willow, so goddamn pretty,” I murmur, taking it all in.

“Tennyson, please…” she begs, and I nearly come undone at her tone.

“Fuck.” I kiss up the inside of her thigh, my hands on her ass squeezing her muscle and moving her closer to the edge. I don’t wait. Pulling her underwear to the side, my mouth is on her in an instant, my tongue swirling, my lips sucking.

“Oh my…” Willow gasps out, her head falling back, and I look up at her from where I am between her legs. I am enraptured by her. Her hair flows behind her, landing on my desk. Her body arching, hands gripping the desk on either side of her. Her knuckles are white as her perfect tits jut out, begging for attention. Legs are wide and open for me, and she has me on my knees. I want to drown in her.

“You are so good at that…” she murmurs, biting her lip as her eyes find mine.

I close my eyes and suck on her bud, feeling her hips rock against my face. I never want this moment to end.

“Tennyson…” Her moaning my name is everything, but then her hand lands in my hair and her hips rock even more greedily. My girl likes my mouth on her, and I am glad, because it is fast becoming my favorite place to be.

“Come for me. Come on my face. Give yourself to me,” I groan, my tongue and mouth working together in sync, and I hear her pants increase, her grip in my hair tightening.

“Tennyson… Oh God, Tennyson,” she moans quietly before I hear a small high-pitched breath, and she shudders. I growl, feeling her orgasm around me, tasting everything that she gives me. I don’t stop. My cock is hard and throbbing and I fucking need more of her.

“You look so fucking hot half-naked on my desk. I have no idea how the hell I am supposed to work here now without thinking about your perfect wet pussy,” I grit out, standing in front of her while lowering my pants more and stroking my cock.

“Give me your cock. Now,” she demands, reaching for me. All professionalism has flown out the window, her need for me just as high as mine for her. I grab my wallet and pull out a condom, rolling it on, loving her eyes on me the entire time.

She leans forward, her hand wrapping around me, and I grip on to my desk with one hand as my other runs up her body. I open her blouse a little, wanting to see her perfect breasts sitting high and pouty in a black lace bra that I already know is expensive, her scent wrapping around my nose and digging into my chest.

“I’ll give you my cock any fucking time you want.” I hold her underwear to the side and enter her in one swift movement.

We both moan simultaneously as I fill her. It feels like heaven. When I start to move, her hands grip my shirt as her legs wrap around my waist. I grab her ass, keeping her close to me, my movements now fast, pounding her so fucking hard I can’t slow down.

“Are we going to stop pretending now and act like fucking adults?” I grit out to her, slamming into her over and over.

“Only if you promise to fuck me like this…” she moans, biting her lip, her eyes lust-drunk.

“I want this pussy every damn day. It’s mine. I want to eat it, play with it, fuck it, make it clench, make it quiver. I want to push it to the edge, then let you explode. One night with you had your body engraved in mine. I want you for days, weeks, months. I want to be with you on the regular. Now let me make you come, Cupcake, because I'm in charge now, and I want to fuck you here on my desk before you spend the entire night in my bed. Do you understand?”

My tone is demanding, matching my movements. I want to own her. This woman who is ferociously independent, smart, sassy, sexy, and fucking managing things in her business like the boss that she is. I want her to beg, to moan, to pant, to come undone every single time I touch her. I want her to be mine.

“Yes, yes, I understand,” she says on a moan as I move my hand to her clit, wanting her to come again.

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