Page 83 of Assistant to the Billionaire CEO

“Okay…one. I mean ten.”

I smacked her ass.

“Ouch! Nine. Seriously, Ace…ouch.”

“Atta girl.” Chuckling, I smacked her ass again and again, taking pleasure in her heavenly gasps and moans.

“Eight…seven…sex…I mean six…”

We continued until she counted down and her ass was somewhat red from my hand. She promised to behave after I’d softly rubbed comforting circles on her ass cheeks, and I rewarded her with a few slight strokes of her clit. It was wet and swollen and ready for me. “A little pleasure mixed with a little pain? It all melds together.”

“Oh, Ace…” She turned her head, and her eyelids fluttered.

With that, I flipped her on her back, circled my arms around her lower body, and picked her up. “Hold on tight, baby.” She immediately wrapped her legs around me. We fit together perfectly. Our lips met as I carried her to the kitchen counter. With my free arm, I swiped a wooden bowl full of apples off the table and set her down. The apples rolled off the edges and scattered all over her floor. Not that I gave two fucks.

I drew away from her to untie her robe before I pulled it open, revealing her gorgeous round breasts. I inhaled sharply as I took in the sight of her.

“You’re fucking perfection,” I murmured, my fingers teasing her pebbly nipples while I started kissing the nape of her neck. Stella groaned as I gently bit the sensitive skin there, and she threw her head back in pleasure.

She started squirming, and I kissed and nibbled my way down between her tits, until my head was nestled between her thighs, my stubble grazing her perfect little clit.

Stella continued to squirm beneath me, laughing. “Stopticklingme.” She put her hand on the top of my head and grabbed hold of my hair.

My tongue brushed over her swollen clit, softly, teasingly, with just the slightest bit of friction to bring hercloseto ecstasy.

“Oh, gosh,” she gasped, her laugh replaced by delicious moans. Her legs opened wider. “Ohh…Ace…you’re killing me.”

That was the idea—sort of. Torturing her—in the best possible way.

My tongue glided across her slick heat, brushing it in teasing circles, over and over, keeping the intensity light, not allowing her to gain enough pleasure, depriving her of what she needed the most.

“From now on, I’m the only source of your orgasms,” the beast inside me rumbled. “Understood?”

“Okay,” she whisper-moaned, and I let out a contented growl.

My hands tightened on her hips, and my tongue intensified the movement on her clit, sucking on it, playing with it, teasing it, forcing her legs to open farther as her breathing continued to speed up.

I didn’t stop—I devoured her until she was flailing around on the countertop, crying out my name, the inner walls of her pussy spasming around my tongue.

She tasted like honey—andmine.

Just. Fucking. Perfect.

“I think it’s best if you tell me where your bedroom is,” I grumbled, scooping her up in my arms again. Her legs dangled from one of my arms, and her upper back rested against the other. She was still gasping for breath, but she pointed to a door to my right. I didn’t need much more than that. Forcefully, I shoved it open, and a lamp noisily clattered off her bedside table.

I laid her down on the bed. “No escaping now,” I growled as I undid my belt buckle.

She sat up and shuffled to the edge, but I yanked her back to me and slipped her robe off her shoulders. More blood rushed from my brain, southward to my iron-hard cock.

After I got rid of my jeans and other clothes, I pushed her back down onto the bed, and leaned in further. Her eyes landed on my tattooed chest. They moved from my pecs to my shoulders and back down to my stomach. It was evident she liked what she saw. I pinned her underneath me.

“Wait… Do you have protection?” she asked.

Fuck.Where’s my head?

“Yeah. Hang on a second,” I rumbled and reached down to my jeans to retrieve a condom from my wallet. I gave myself a few strokes while she opened the foil, her eyes sparkling.

Her hands were trembling when she slid it on.

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