A Secretive Deal with My Billionaire Boss (by Gregory Ellington) novel Chapter 467

Madison

"Nothing." His mouth curved into a slow smile. "Just looking at you."

"You're not looking. You're staring like I've grown a second head."

He pushed off the counter, moving around to my side. His hand found my waist, fingers splaying against my hip. "Can't help it. You're beautiful."

"I'm eating scrambled eggs. There's nothing beautiful about that."

"Everything about you is beautiful." He leaned down, his mouth brushing my ear. "Especially the way you looked last night. Under me. Around me. Coming apart on my cock."

Heat flooded my face. "Alexander. Ethan is literally twenty feet away."

"He's watching cartoons." His lips traced down my neck, finding one of the hickeys he'd left. "Not paying attention."

"Still." I tried to focus on my food, but his mouth was getting in the way of my concentration. "Behave."

"Don't want to." His teeth scraped over my pulse point. "Been thinking about you all morning. How good you felt. How tight your pussy was."

I nearly choked on my bacon. "Stop."

"Why?" His hand slid lower on my hip, thumb brushing the waistband of my jeans. "You liked it last night. Couldn't get enough of my cock stretching you open."

"Oh my god." I pushed his face away, my cheeks burning. "You're insane."

"You make me insane." He kissed my neck again, sucking gently. "Walking around in these jeans. This sweater. Looking all soft and fuckable."

"I'm eating breakfast."

"I know. Watching you eat is hot as hell." His voice dropped lower. "Makes me think about what else that mouth can do."

I jabbed my elbow into his ribs. Not hard, just enough to make my point. "Seriously. Stop."

He laughed, pulling back but keeping his hand on my hip. "Can't blame a guy for trying."

"You already fucked me last night. Multiple times. My entire body is sore."

"Good." His thumb traced circles on my hip bone. "That means you'll think about me every time you move today."

"I hate you."

"No, you don't." He kissed my temple. "You love me. Said so yourself last night. Multiple times."

He wasn't wrong. I had said it. Between orgasms and desperate kisses and moments when he'd looked at me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered.

I speared another bite of eggs, trying to ignore the way his touch made my skin tingle. "I take it back."

"Too late. Already committed to memory." His hand squeezed my hip. "Along with every sound you made. Every time you begged for my cock. Every time you came screaming my name."

"I did not scream."

"You absolutely did. Had to cover your mouth with my hand so you wouldn't wake Ethan." His breath was hot against my ear. "Your pussy was clenching so hard around me I thought you'd break my cock off."

I stabbed my fork into the eggs harder than necessary. "Can I finish eating in peace?"

"Sure." But he didn't move away. Just stood there, his body pressed against my side, his hand warm on my hip.

I managed three more bites before he spoke again.

"I want to fuck you again."

I nearly spit out my food. "What?"

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