A Secretive Deal with My Billionaire Boss (by Gregory Ellington) novel Chapter 459

Alexander

She kissed back with equal intensity, her mouth opening wider to let me in deeper. Her tongue met mine, tangling and fighting for control even as she submitted beneath me. The contradiction drove me fucking insane.

My hands found her waist, sliding under the sweater to find warm skin. She gasped into my mouth when my fingers traced the curve of her ribs.

"Cold hands," she breathed against my lips.

"You'll warm them up."

I kissed her again, swallowing whatever response she'd been about to make. My hands moved higher, pushing the sweater up as they went. Mapping every inch of skin I could reach.

She arched into my touch, her body responding even as she kept kissing me. Her hands moved from my shoulders down my chest, nails scraping lightly over my abs.

"Fuck," I muttered against her mouth.

"Problem?"

"You're distracting."

"Good." Her nails scraped harder, just enough to sting. "You deserve to be distracted after all that emotional torture."

"Emotional torture?"

"Making me cry. Making me confess I love you. Very traumatic." But she was smiling against my lips. "The least you can do is suffer a little."

I pulled back just enough to look at her face. "You want me to suffer?"

"Maybe." She bit her lip, fighting a smile. "Depends on how you make it up to me."

"I have some ideas."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." I kissed down her jaw to her neck, feeling her pulse jump beneath my lips. "Starting with getting this sweater off you."

I sat back on my heels, pulling her up with me. The sweater had ridden up to just below her breasts, exposing most of her stomach. I grabbed the hem, looking at her face.

"Arms up."

She raised them obediently, and I pulled the sweater over her head in one smooth motion. Her hair fell in messy waves around her shoulders, and underneath...

"Fuck me."

She was wearing the black lace set. The one I'd selected earlier. The one that had made my mouth go dry when she'd tried it on.

The bra pushed her tits up, creating cleavage that made my cock throb painfully. The cups were sheer enough that I could see the darker pink of her nipples through the lace.

"You're wearing it."

"You told me to keep it." She looked down at herself, then back up at me. "Thought you might want to see it again."

"I want to do more than see it." I traced the edge of the lace cup with one finger, watching goosebumps rise on her skin. "I want to rip it off you with my teeth."

"Expensive lingerie, remember?"

"Worth every penny." My finger dipped lower, brushing the top of her nipple through the lace. She gasped, her back arching slightly. "Especially when you look like this."

"Like what?"

"Like every fantasy I've ever had." I cupped her breast through the lace, squeezing gently. "Like you were made specifically to drive me out of my fucking mind."

Her breath hitched. "That's your hormones talking."

"That's me stating facts." I squeezed harder, making her whimper. "You're fucking gorgeous, Madison. Always have been. But seeing you in this, knowing you put it on for me? That's next level."

"It's just lingerie."

"What?" I kissed her inner thigh, just inches from her pussy. "You want something?"

"You know what I want."

"Say it."

She bit her lip, her cheeks going even redder. "Touch me."

"I am touching you."

"You know what I mean."

I did. But watching her get flustered was too entertaining. "Be specific."

"Touch my pussy," she said, the words coming out in a rush. "Stop teasing and just do it."

"See? That wasn't so hard." I traced the edge of her lace panties with one finger, feeling how wet the fabric already was. "Fuck, you're soaked."

"Your fault."

"I haven't even done anything yet."

"You exist. That's enough." She tried to close her legs, but I held them open. "Stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like you want to eat me alive."

"Because I do." I pressed my thumb against her clit through the lace, making her gasp. "Want to taste every inch of you. Make you come so hard you forget your own name."

"Then do it."

"Impatient," I said, adding more pressure, rubbing in slow circles. "I'm taking my time with you. Savoring every second."