A Secretive Deal with My Billionaire Boss (by Gregory Ellington) novel Chapter 464

Madison

I kept kissing him, not wanting to stop. His mouth was warm against mine, his tongue lazily exploring like we had all the time in the world. Which we did.

My body was still humming from the orgasms, pleasantly exhausted in that way that only came from really good sex. The best sex. Alexander's cock had softened inside me, but he still hadn't pulled out. I didn't mind. The weight of him, the fullness, it all felt right.

He broke the kiss, pressing his forehead to mine. "We should probably clean up."

"Probably."

Neither of us moved.

"I'm serious. We're going to make a mess of these sheets."

"Your penthouse, your problem," I said, smiling against his lips.

He laughed, the sound rumbling through his chest into mine.

Finally, he pulled out slowly. I felt the loss immediately, that empty feeling combined with the wetness that came with it. He rolled off me, lying on his back beside me.

I turned my head to look at him. His hair was a complete disaster, sticking up in every direction from where I'd grabbed it. His lips were swollen and red. Scratches marked his chest and shoulders from my nails. He looked thoroughly fucked.

"You're staring."

"Can't help it." I reached over, tracing one of the scratches on his chest. "Sorry about these."

"Don't be. I like them." He caught my hand, bringing it to his lips. "Proof that you were here. That this happened."

"You need proof?"

"After five years of thinking I'd lost you? Yeah. I need all the proof I can get." He kissed each of my fingertips. "Besides, I left marks on you too."

I looked down at myself. He wasn't wrong. Bruises on my hips from where he'd gripped me. Bite marks on my breasts and shoulders. My inner thighs were probably marked too from where he'd spread me open.

"We look like we got in a fight."

"A very fun fight." He pulled me closer, tucking me against his side. "Come on. Let's actually clean up before we pass out."

We both sat up. My legs felt like jelly when I stood, and I had to grab the nightstand for balance.

Alexander noticed immediately, steadying me with a hand on my waist. "You okay?"

"Your fault. You fucked me so hard I can barely walk."

"That was the goal." He didn't look remotely sorry. "Let me help you."

He swept me up before I could protest, carrying me bridal style toward his bathroom. I wrapped my arms around his neck automatically.

"I can walk."

"I know. But I want to carry you."

"Why?"

"Because I can. Because you're mine. Because I like taking care of you." He pushed open the bathroom door with his hip. "Pick whichever reason you want."

He set me down gently on the bathroom counter. The cool marble against my bare ass made me shiver.

"Cold?"

"A little."

"I'll warm you up." He turned, heading for the massive shower and turning on the water. Steam started to fill the space almost immediately.

I watched him move around the bathroom completely naked, all confidence and corded muscle. His ass was perfect. Tight and firm, and I wanted to bite it.

"Stop staring at my ass."

"How did you know?"

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