Page 39 of Faking it with My Billionaire Bosses

Sonnie spun around in my arms. “I think she wants him to fuck her but they’re trapped, posing for the artist. I bet she’s soaking wet and whimpering for him. Her arched back, her strained throat…she’s probably squeezing the part of him inside her, praying it’s enough to get her off but knowing she needs all of him to come.”

I felt precum leak from my tip and swallowed a curse. I was seconds from yanking up her dress and fucking her right there against the statue. All my blood was flowing straight to my dick and I was having a hard time remembering why that was a bad idea.

“Mr. Taylor! Hi! We were so glad you could make it!”

Sonnie stepped away from me and I took a secret moment to adjust my dick before turning around to see what was coming at us. I immediately recognized the founder of the charity, Kyle Ross.

Struggling to regain my composure, I stepped forward and held out my hand. “Mr. Ross. It’s good to see you again. Thankyou for inviting me. Let me introduce you to my girlfriend, Sonnie Morgan. Sonnie, this is Kyle Ross. He’s the founder of To-Go Green.”

Sonnie’s cheeks were bright red as she stepped forward and held out her hand to Kyle. “It’s nice to meet you. I’ve actually heard all about your charity. The bar I worked at until recently had a red solo night until I read through your website. I followed my boss around complaining at him until he canceled red solo night and refused to buy plastic cups ever again.”

A sense of jealousy washed over me that made me want to peel off my skin and put on something that fit better. I lightly tugged at the tie around my neck as Kyle smiled back at Sonnie with every tooth in his head on display.

“That’s amazing!” He reached out and lightly touched her shoulder. “Honestly, it’s people like you who care that end up making the biggest difference.”

I wrapped my arm around her waist and held her close, making sure Kyle saw he needed to keep his hands to himself. “Sonnieispretty amazing.”

Kyle took a step back, getting the message, and nodded at the stairs. “Dinner’s about to start. You guys won’t want to miss it.”

Sonnie turned into me as soon as Kyle disappeared up the stairs and rested her hand on my chest. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say I heard you turn into a growling bear for a moment there.”

I shrugged and slid my hands around to her ass to cup it. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

She stood on her tiptoes to kiss me. “Must’ve been a passing motorcycle.”

I glanced around the mostly empty first floor of the museum and back down at her. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes.” Her fast answer let me know it was true. She didn’t need to think about it at all. She knew she trusted me.

“Come here.” I tugged her after me as I made my way to a corner that’d been created by two large statues. There was a sense of privacy, but it wasn’t a lot. There were still glass walls everywhere. The statues would provide just enough cover.

Sonnie looked around once we were in the small space and bit her lip. She saw the same things I did. There was a strip of that glass wall visible from our spot. If someone walked by, they’d be able to see us. The first floor had cleared out, except for security guards at the entrance.

“I need to be inside you.” I gripped the hips of her dress and started to inch it up in the front. “I can wait if you need me to, Cupcake. Just say the word.”

She unzipped my pants and reached in to pull out my dick. It was a tight fit with how hard I was but she managed and then she hiked her leg up around my hip and gripped the back of my neck. “I’m dying here, Drake. Do it.”

I impaled her on my full length with one quick thrust. Slipping my hand over her mouth, I pressed my forehead to hers and quietly swore as her muscles squeezed me. The feeling was instant, better than anything I’d ever experienced. Lifting her other leg to wrap around my hip, I held her with one arm around her back and met her gaze. It was wild with desire as I rocked my hips forward and moved back fast enough that her body kind of swung back into mine. The sensation of her body swinging down on my dick was heaven.

Sonnie kept her arms and legs locked around me while I fucked her. She cried out into my hand but the sound was muffled enough I knew no one else would hear it.

Something about the jealousy I’d felt made me possessive as I stopped moving and gripped her face. “I need both of my hands. You need to bury your beautiful mouth into my shoulder and stay silent. Okay?”

She nodded and did as I said, but the moment I gripped both of her ass cheeks and started pumping her body up and down my length with hard, powerful strokes, she let out a sound that caught the guards’ attention.

I heard one of them coming closer and kept my cock buried deep in Sonnie. She was mine and my caveman brain wanted to mark her as such before letting her go. When Sonnie tried to lift her head to see why I’d stopped moving, I growled. “Stay still.”

I made sure her dress was covering her ass and what we were doing and shifted my grip higher just as the guard walked into view.

He looked us over and raised his brows. “Is everything okay?”

My voice was full of gravel as I spoke. “Yeah. She’s just having a bad day.”

Sonnie was frozen, her entire body stiff at the sound of someone close by. Her core kept fluttering around my length, though. I couldn’t tell if she was doing it on purpose or if it was involuntary.

“Does she need anything?” The guard stepped closer. “They put in some kind of sensory overload room on the other side of this floor. It’s a nice quiet place if you want to take her over there to calm down.”

I looked down at Sonnie and saw her biting her lip. “Do you need that room, Cupcake?”

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