A Secretive Deal with My Billionaire Boss (by Gregory Ellington) novel Chapter 447

Alexander

I stood abruptly, lifting her with me. She wrapped her legs around my waist automatically, her arms locked around my neck.

I turned and laid her on the couch, following her down so my body covered hers. The position let me press my cock directly against her pussy, and she gasped at the contact.

"Fuck." I rocked against her, grinding into her heat through too many layers of clothing. "Feel what you do to me?"

"Yes." Her nails scraped down my back. "Alexander, please."

"What?"

"I don't know. Just... don't stop."

I kissed her again, slower this time. Savoring the taste of her. The feel of her body beneath mine. The way she responded to every touch.

My hand found her breast again, kneading the soft flesh. She arched into my palm, her hips lifting to meet mine.

I broke the kiss to trail my mouth down her jaw, her neck. She tilted her head, giving me better access, and I scraped my teeth against the sensitive skin there.

"Fuck." Her voice was breathy, desperate. "You're driving me crazy."

"Good." I bit down on the junction between her neck and shoulder, not hard enough to leave a mark but enough to make her gasp. "You've been driving me crazy since the moment I saw you again."

My cock pressed harder against her pussy, the friction building. She rolled her hips, matching my rhythm, and the sensation was almost too much.

I slid my hand down her body, over the curve of her hip, around to grab her ass. I squeezed hard, pulling her tighter against me.

She moaned, her fingers digging into my shoulders. "Don't stop."

"Wasn't planning on it."

I kissed her again, swallowing the sounds she made. My tongue explored every inch of her mouth while my hands mapped her body through her clothes. The swell of her breasts. The dip of her waist. The soft curve of her ass.

She tasted like coffee and something sweet. Something uniquely Madison that I'd been craving since the moment I walked away five years ago.

My hand moved back to her breast, squeezing roughly. Her nipple was hard beneath my palm, and I pinched it between my fingers until she whimpered.

"Too rough?" I asked against her mouth.

"No." She bit my lip. "Perfect."

I groaned, the word sending heat straight to my cock. I ground against her harder, chasing the friction that built between us.

Her legs tightened around my waist, her heels digging into my lower back. The pressure pushed me deeper against her, and she gasped at the sensation.

"Alexander." My name came out as a moan. "Oh god."

"That's it, baby. Say my name."

She did. Over and over. Each time breathier than the last. Each time making my cock harder.

I slid my hand down her body again, this time slipping it between us. My fingers pressed against her pussy through her jeans, finding the heat radiating from her core.

She bucked against my hand, seeking more pressure. I gave it to her, rubbing in slow circles that made her whimper.

"You're so fucking wet. I can feel it through your jeans."

"Shut up and kiss me."

I smiled against her mouth. "Bossy."

I kissed her again, harder this time. My tongue dominated hers while my fingers worked her pussy through the denim. She was soaked. I could feel the dampness seeping through the fabric.

Her hands fumbled with the buttons of my shirt, managing to get two undone before giving up and just gripping the fabric instead.

I pulled back just enough to look at her. "Having trouble?"

"Your stupid buttons are impossible."

"They're normal buttons."

"They hate me." She tugged harder, and I heard a thread pop. "See? They're fighting back."

I laughed against her mouth. "Just rip it."

"I'm not ripping your shirt."

"Why not? I'll buy another one."

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