Page 24 of Her Billionaire Protector

She lets out a little cry of surprise. “You’re in rare form,” she says, breathless.

“Only for you,” I say. I stand her up and turn her around, so we’re face to face. I sure as hell don’t want to miss an opportunity to put my mouth on those breasts. I drag her shirt up.

No bra.

She’s also in rare form. I close my lips around her nipple and tongue it. I find her mouth with my thumb, push it inside. She sucks it sopping, and I enter her to circle her clit. She always came harder on the left. I play her on both sides to drag it out until her legs quiver.

She clutches at my hair, breathing hot into my scalp, panting and huffing and thrusting against me. I know she wants to wrap this up. Mia prizes efficiency in sex. She wants to come, and then she wants me to blow my load, so we can move on with our lives.

Not so fast, love. I won’t let this end.

I pull my thumb out, and lift my mouth from her breast, and I make a big sloppy show of licking her off me. She watches me, still breathing hard, curious now, on the verge of irate.

“Are we going to finish this?” She blurts.

Yeah, she’s annoyed.

“Then what?” I drawl. I won’t match her urgency.

She shrugs one shoulder. “We go have a drink?”

It sounds normal, the way she says it. Like we’re a couple, and we’re going to be together in this moment and the next.

I wonder if my heart can take it when we’re not.

She’s so goddamned beautiful, with her wild curls mussed, lacy shirt up around her neck, breasts glistening where I’ve tongued them, her cunt splayed, one leg dangling off the conference table and the other slung over the arm of an executive chair, and I can’t help myself. I grab her, and I kiss her on the forehead.

Her brow creases, like I’ve caused her pain. “What was that for?”

“Because I love you.” Then I kiss her hard, the way she likes it, my tongue on the roof of her mouth, so she can’t say anything back.

I pick up her leg and push inside her, slow and careful this time, one hand at the small of her back to tilt her forward, dragging my shaft along her clit. She moans into my mouth.

I break the kiss. “Climb on,” I say.

Her eyes widen, angry by definition. She hates it when I give her orders. Usually she does the opposite as punishment. But for the first time, she listens to me, and wraps both legs around my waist. I groan, I’m in so deep. I slide her up and down on my cock, grinding her on me, her hips rolling, my thrusts matching her rhythm, and I want her to ride me forever.

“Oh, Armin,” she says, breathy, her head on my shoulder, and I’m gone.

I pull her off me with an urgency she understands. She kneels to take me into her mouth, and I empty into her before her lips reach past the entirety of my head. She sucks me clean. My whole body shudders, helpless with her mouth on me. I stroke my hands through her hair while I have the chance. She’s perfect.

I notice she’s got two fingers inside herself, knelt before me on the gray office carpet.

“Don’t steal my job,” I say. She smiles. I raise her up off the floor to standing and move to set her palms against the window.

She hesitates. “I don’t want to leave fingerprints.”

“Don’t worry,” I say. “This isn’t a crime.” I kiss her neck and fondle her breasts from behind, pushing up against that perfect ass, half-hard again already.

She’s a drug.

“Vance’ll treat it like one,” she says with a smile in her voice I need to ignore. Hearing another man’s name on her lips after she’s sucked my cock dry flares a hot rage across my mind.

It occurs to me that she might not have known I was in here.

After all, it’s not my office.

I want to fuck her all over again, until she forgets Vance or any other man exists.