Page 13 of My Boss is a Billionaire

Because I’m not a smart woman. Not when it comes to Liam Jacobs.

I don’t remember knocking, but suddenly the door flings open. His large body takes up most of the frame. He’s got one steely arm planted against the door casing, his hip is cocked, and his grin is crooked. He’s shirtless, wearing only a pair of navy sweats hanging low on his hips. His feet are bare. I love bare male feet. They look so strong but make the man appear more vulnerable at the same time.

“You’re late.”

“I’m right on time, and why did you assume I’d even come?”

“Because I’m a smart man, and you’re a smart woman.”

He steps aside, and I enter.

He’s freshly showered, and the steam is still drifting from the bathroom, but the scent of whatever soap he used tickles my nose.

I am in so much trouble.

Why can’t I stay away from this man? I don’t even like him. Not really. And he’s my new boss. Aren’t there rules?

What the fuck am I doing here?

Liam takes my small hand in on one of his as though he knows I’m about to bolt. With his other, he removes the clip from my hair. He sweeps my hair aside and presses his lips to my neck, just below my ear. The bastard.

I shiver.

“I’m glad you came.”

“I shouldn’t be here.” I turn to face him head-on.

He cups my face with two giant hands and tilts my head back. “But you are. And I’m glad. Because now I can do this.”

Liam kisses me. His lips are gentle at first but become more demanding as I inch my arms around his waist and step closer to the curve of his body.

Just like the previous night, my clothes seem to disappear, and before I know what’s hit me, I’m flat on my back, and Liam is sucking on one of my nipples.

“My God, your skin is so soft,” he murmurs, his words a throaty rumble. “And so delicious.” He uses his free hand to squeeze my other breast, his thumb grazing back and forth over the rough tip. “You smell so good, like vanilla. You tasted so sweet last night. I can’t wait to have my tongue inside you again.”

He says the sweetest things.

I push him to his back and sprawl over him. “My turn.”

Liam moves his legs apart, arching his back and adjusting the pillows behind him. His gaze meets mine as he shifts around on the bed to find a more comfortable position. The cocky bastard interlocks his fingers behind his head, gives a flex of his biceps, and grins. “I’m not going to stop you.”

Using my tongue and starting at his neck, I lick a path to his ear, where I grab his earlobe with my teeth and tug.

Liam moans in pleasure.

I move down his chest, licking every inch of skin I come across, nibbling here and there until he squirms in pleasure. I spend some time playing with his nipples until they are tiny hard pellets beneath the pad of my thumb.

He likes when I bite them.

I move down his belly, sucking a path across his well-defined abs, tasting the salt on his flesh, smelling the soap from his shower. I trace a line with my fingertip from his navel to the root of his very hard, large erection.

He sucks in a sharp breath. The sound hissing between his teeth.

I sit back and stare at him, taking in every inch as he glances up at me with an amused smirk on his face. “You like what you see?”

“I do.”

“Then do something about it.”

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