Page 47 of Her Billionaire Bossholes

Leo's touch becomes bolder, his hands gliding along the curves of my body with a hunger that matches my own. The coolness of the tiles beneath me contrasts with the fiery heat that surges through my veins, and I arch my back in anticipation, yearning for his skin to meet mine.

He captures my lips once more, this time with a fierce intensity that sets my heart ablaze. Our tongues dance together in a passionate tango, exploring and tasting as if every moment is a treasure to be savored. The world around us fades into insignificance as our bodies become the only existence that matters.

With meticulous care, Leo trails his kisses down my neck, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. Each touch ignites a thousand exquisite sensations that ripple through me like waves crashing upon the shore. His hands roam freely, expertly mapping out the landscape of desire painted on my skin.

When his lips find the swell of my breast, teasing and taunting, I gasp.

"Oh, yes," I moan, arching toward his mouth.

And then, without so much as a warning, he slides his thick cock through my wet folds and fills me to the brim. In that moment, the world fades away, and we are nothing but me and him, intertwined in a dance of raw passion. Leo's thrusts are slow but deliberate, each pulled back and then driven forward with a force that sends shivers up my spine. He groans softly against my neck, his breath hot and heavy as he pulls me closer, melding our bodies into one.

I lock my legs around his waist, my fingers clutching at his back, digging into his skin as he pulls me tight. Our bodies create a perfect rhythm, each thrust a symphony of pleasure.

"You're so fucking perfect," he confesses in a breathless voice.

As he sets a furious pace, our skin glistens with a sheen of sweat, a testament to the intensity of our lovemaking. His grip on me tightens, pulling me close as if he can't bear to be apart from me even for a moment. I wrap my legs around his waist, holding him close, feeling him within me, becoming one with me.

His hands travel down to my hips to hold me in place as he starts to buck his hips recklessly against mine as though he can't control himself. I watch him, completely entranced. He's so beautiful, head hanging back and mouth hanging open as he fucks me roughly. His body is a work of art in motion, every muscle tense and flexing with the power of a wild animal. His breath comes in ragged gasps.

His hips start to twitch, and I can feel the electricity building in my core. I grip his back tighter, wanting to feel every inch of him inside me. My breath hitches as he thrusts harder, the room now filled with the sound of our bodies meeting, the only thing that exists in this moment.

Leo's breath grows ragged, the words he speaks now broken and strained. "Fuck, Charlie. I can't hold back any longer..."

I lift my hips to meet his, urging him on, coaxing him to take me deeper. I want this. I need this. Every thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through my body, making my heart race and my mind spin.

His lips find my neck again, his tongue darting out to taste the saltiness of our skin, mingling our flavors. I whimper at the sensation, my eyes rolling back in pleasure. My pussy clenches around his cock, desperate to hold on to him.

I moan out his name, my voice hoarse and ragged. I'm so close, so very close to the edge, and I know he is too. The room is filled with the sounds of our bodies slapping against each other, the only thing that matters in this moment.

Leo's hands grip my hips tightly, holding me still as he thrusts into me. His breath is ragged and heavy, his body a blur of motion. He's so beautiful, his muscles taut and glistening with sweat.

But then, something changes. His thrusts become softer, gentle, and he gathers me against him with a loud moan as he shoots his thick stream into me. I moan, my body automatically responding to him as I come on his dick and cling to his body.

"Shit," he huffs, burying his face in my neck.

I think I might love him, too.

39

JACKSON

"Hi," Charlie greets, clad in tight black, with a sweet but reserved smile. "Ready to go?"

I let my gaze explore every inch of her body, buzzing over the fact that I don't have to do it on the sly anymore. "Ready."

Her posture is all formal and professional, but I don't miss the knowing look in her gaze as she gestures for me to go ahead of her. We enter the headquarters for another pharmaceutical company that has been vying for BioCore's partnership where an overly animated assistant, looking fresh out of school, escorts us to the meeting.

This one is the one,I tell myself confidently.I can feel it.

More importantly, I can feel Charlie's protective gaze as it moves from me, to our surroundings, and back to me. The sensation nearly gives me chills. She drives me crazy.

Brought back to the moment by the abrupt absence of chatter, I realize that I've been led into the meeting. I smile and unbutton my suit jacket, taking a seat. "Good morning, everyone." I nod to Anderson and Collins before introducing myself to those across the table. "Jackson Harris. This is my personal bodyguard, Miss Moore."

"Shall we get started?" Collins urges, glancing indiscreetly at her wristwatch.

The room is filled with the low hum of anticipation as the pharmaceutical company's representatives begin their well-rehearsed pitch. They speak confidently, their words flowing seamlessly, like a symphony of knowledge and expertise. Charts and graphs litter the large conference table, each one meticulously designed to highlight the potential benefits of a partnership between our companies.

Charlie stands not too far from me, her presence a reassuring anchor amidst the sea of formal attire and intense gazes. I steal a glance at her, captivated by the way her eyes flicker with intelligence and determination. It's as if she understands the intricate dance that is about to unfold in this meeting, knowing just when to step forward and when to let me lead.

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