Page 52 of Her Billionaire Bossholes

I need all of him.

Letting his hard cock pop from my lips like a sucker, I crawl up over him and kiss him deeply. He paws at my clothes like an animal, grunting as he rips my pants to shreds and smacks my ass.

"Fuck, Charlie," he growls in my ear. "You drive me insane."

Yanking the cups of my sports bra down, he takes my nipple into his mouth, nipping, sucking, and licking with such passion that I could come from that sensation alone.

"Caleb," I beg breathlessly.

He rolls us over, mounting himself above me as he slides my thong around my ass to open me up. Easing himself in, I watch him grit his teeth through the pleasure. I bite my lip but moan around it, lifting my hips toward his. He grabs my waist and slides the rest of the way in, taking my breath away.

Caleb gradually picks up speed, his eyes fixed on mine, communicating the intensity of the connection between us. Each lunge brings him closer to the climax we both crave. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him as close as I can get him.

"Don't hold back," I remind him, digging my nails into the meaty skin of his back.

As he thrusts deeper into me, our bodies glistening with a mixture of sweat and arousal, the room around us fades away. The only sound is the echo of our ragged breaths and the wet slapping of skin against skin. Caleb's gaze never leaves mine, and I see the raw, unbridled passion in his eyes.

I can feel the tension building within me, like a coiled snake waiting to strike. Caleb, sensing my urgency, picks up the pace even more, his hips moving faster and faster. Each thrust brings me closer to the edge, and I know I'm teetering on the precipice of ecstasy.

I let out a desperate cry, my back arching off the floor, and Caleb tightens his grip on my hips, driving into me with unyielding force. "Caleb!"

He leans down into a deep, intense kiss, sealing the deal between us, committing to this moment of desire and passion. I can feel his breath on my lips, his body trembling, his heartbeat pounding against my chest. Caleb thrusts harder, deeper, and faster, each stroke a powerful plea for release, increasing the fire within me.

Suddenly, he slows, pulling out momentarily, looking me in the eye with a fire I've never seen before. He slides his hand between our bodies and starts to stroke his own throbbing member, his eyes never leaving mine. He grunts, his hands tense around his shaft, and I can feel his resolve fraying as the moment we've been waiting for inches closer.

I watch him, mesmerized, as his eyes roll back, and his lips part. His expression is one of sheer ecstasy, and I can't get enough of it. His muscles draw tight and his breath hitches as he starts to come, a thick white shot landing on my stomach before he suddenly shoves his cock back inside me and nuts inside of me. He fucks his seed into me like a wild beast, growling and cursing.

I can feel Caleb's warm jism spurting into me, and I love it. The feeling of him filling me up like that is just ... wow. My entire body is trembling, and I can feel the waves of pleasure washing over me like a warm blanket. I moan and cling to him, my nerves reaching a fever pitch. The pleasure is overwhelming, my body convulsing as I am pushed over the edge. My pussy clenches around him, milking him of his release.

"Come," he commands.

And just like that, my world shatters in ecstacy. With one final thrust, I do just that, arching my back and screaming beneath him, my orgasm taking over my entire being. The room is filled with the sounds of our ragged breathing, our bodies slamming together in a primal dance of lust and desire.

As I come back down from the peak of my climax, Caleb collapses on top of me, his weight pinning me to the cold, hard floor. I wrap my arms around him, pulling him closer, our sweaty skin sticking together. He kisses me deeply, gently biting and sucking on my lips, his tongue exploring my mouth as if it's the last time.

I run my hands through his wet, tangled hair, letting out a contented sigh. We lay there, our bodies still intertwined, basking in the afterglow of our intense lovemaking. The air around us slowly fills with a sense of calm.

"That was... intense," he says, still breathless.

I'm about to shoot back a reply, but then it hits me why I dragged myself to the gym in the first place: Debbie, the BioCore leaks, and the possible spies working for Caleb, Jackson, and Leo. The gym, the place where you'd expect smoothies and reps--and apparently fuck--suddenly feels like the set of some covert spy flick.

Questions pile up - how deep is she into this mess, and what's the real story she's hiding behind those poker-faced smiles?

Caleb gently pulls away from me, his eyes locked on mine. "Are you okay?" he asks, concern evident in his voice.

This time, when I open my mouth to speak, words do come out. Just not in the right way.

"Your secretary is leaking the company information."

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CALEB

"What?" I sit up too fast and my head starts to spin, dizzying me with a mix of lingering euphoria and the new shock.

"Debbie," she repeats from the floor. Her face has lost nearly all of the emotion from before, blank and unrevealing as she stares at the ceiling. "I don't know why, but... we issued IDs to everyone and it's her ID. Why would she do that?"

Charlie, slightly dazed, just lays there with a look of betrayal so raw one might think she's known Debbie as long as the rest of us.

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