Page 83 of Until You (Forgive Me)

“And?” Christian asked.

“Apparently, White and Partners would like a meeting to go over the paperwork. Toby seems to think this is all perfectly standard, and if that’s the case. I should have everything wrapped up by the end of next week.”

Her voice sounded light, but there was an underlying tone that tugged at the centre of his chest.

Christian sat down in his chair and pulled Isabella towards him.

“Do you want me to come to the meeting with you?” he asked.

Isabella ran her hand over his hair.

“You don’t need to,” she said. “You’ve done more than enough. This should be straightforward... but thank you. You don’t know what it means to have you in my corner through all of this.”

Christian looked up, cupping her head in his hands, drawing her lips to his. Their kiss intensified. Isabella lowered herself to her knees in front of him.

“Maybe there is a way I can say thank you,” she said, a mischievous twinkle in her eye, as her hands went to the button of his suit trousers, popping it open and lowering the zipper.

Christian groaned, his eyes flying to the door.

“It’s all right,” Isabella said. “I flicked the lock when I walked in.”

Christian’s eyes opened wide. This was going to be a first for him. His office had always been a place of work, never play. Play was something he kept very separate.

He watched as Isabella freed him from his boxers and licked her lips, her tongue running up the underside of his growing erection before using it to swirl around and over the top, lapping at the beads of excitement leaking from its tip. Christian dropped his head back against the chair, his eyes never leaving the woman on her knees before him. He couldn’t believe the look of pleasure radiating from her eyes as she guided his length deep into her mouth and throat. Her gaze never leaving his as she moved him in and out. He moaned, low and deep. A sound echoed by Isabella, the vibrations against him, causing his toes to curl.

This woman!

Before he lost total control, Christian gripped Isabella under the arms and lifted her effortlessly onto his desk, kicking his chair out of the way. Sliding her dress up around her waist, he slipped his hand into her panties, finding her hot and wet. She had clearly enjoyed what she had been doing to him.

“Hmm, I don’t want to waste a moment. This is a first for me,” Christian admitted. “But I’ve always fancied sex on my desk.”

Isabella raised an eyebrow, the look on her face one of amazement. “You’ve never had sex in your office? I thought that was what all billionaire businessmen did.”

Christian choked. “What gave you that idea?” he said, his fingers thrusting deep into her body, making her back arch and her breath catch.

“Well, they do in all the books,” she said breathlessly as he stroked the inside of her channel, making her body quiver with the need for release.

“Well, this billionaire has spent the past eight years making his billions. Not having sex in his office,” he said, his thumb flicking over her swollen bud, making her body shudder.

Pulling her panties to one side, he lined himself up at her entrance. “So this is very much a first for me,” he said as he slowly entered her, feeling her body stretch around him, her arousal drawing him in.

“Oh gosh,” Isabella gushed, her eyes rolling back in her head.

Her toned legs wrapped themselves around his waist, pulling him closer.

Christian pulled back before slamming back into her.

“I’m never going to look at my desk in the same way again without seeing you spread out, your body welcoming me.”

His words seemed to turn Isabella on, her channel quivering around him.

He leant forward, capturing her mouth with his and drinking down her moans as he pushed forward again and again until the telltale pressure built low in his stomach. Using his thumb and forefinger, he pinched at Isabella’s clit, her body almost rising off the desk as her orgasm detonated, her inner walls squeezing him tight in this position. He clamped his mouth on hers, swallowing her scream. He continued to move, drawing out her orgasm before his own body shuddered and jerked as he emptied himself deep inside her.

Isabella leant back on her elbows, a huge grin on her face, their bodies still joined. “Maybe I should come and visit you more often.”

Christian groaned, pulling back before cleaning Isabella up with a tissue. “I would like nothing more,” he said. “But I’m not sure how much work I’d get done.”

Isabella leant forward and kissed his lips. “I wanted to make up for this morning,” she said, her hands sliding down his body as she readjusted him back into his boxers before zipping up and re-buttoning his trousers.

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