FAKE DATING WITH BENEFITS MY BILLIONAIRE BOSS (Ophelia Corrigan) novel Chapter 28

CHAPTER 28

– JAMIE

Before I could get a word out, he had me pinned against the cold tile, his body pressing into mine with an urgency that knocked the air right out of my lungs.

“Simon-“I started, but the name died in my throat as he reached over and cranked the shower on.

Water crashed down, cold at first, then warm, and within seconds we were both drenched, the spray showing no mercy. My outfit-my favorite pink set, the one I’d picked out so carefully that morning-plastered itself to my skin, the thin fabric going completely see-through under the pressure.

“You’re ruining my clothes,” I managed, but my voice was already shaking, and it sure as hell wasn’t from the temperature.

“I’ll buy you more.” The words came out right against my lips as he leaned in to kiss me. “I’ll buy you ten. I’ll buy the whole damn store if I have to.”

“Arrogant ass,” I muttered against his mouth, but I was already laughing, already giving in.

The kiss was ravenous. Simon kissed me like he was starving, like I was the only meal he’d ever want. His hands found the hem of my top, yanking it up with an impatience that made me gasp. I held my breath as he lifted my arms, the blouse sliding off me in one rough, fluid motion. Before I could protest, his fingers were already at the button of my skirt, working it open with the kind of skill that came from experience.

“You’re really good at that,” I said, breathless.

“Lots of practice.” He grinned, that wicked smile that made me want to slap him and kiss him all at once. “So much practice.”

“Humble too.”

“Never said I was humble. Just said I was good.”

The skirt pooled at my feet, a soggy heap around my ankles, and suddenly I was standing there in just my bra and panties under the spray, while he was still fully dressed in his suit. The picture was ridiculous-me, barely covered; him, flawless in his soaking wet Armani.

“You’re way overdressed,” I observed, my hands already finding his tie.

“Then help me fix that.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. My fingers worked the knot loose, faster than I even knew I could, then moved to his shirt buttons, one by one, each one revealing more of his skin-water streaming down his chest, his shoulders, that ridiculously defined stomach.

When the shirt finally hit the floor, I couldn’t help myself-my hand slid across his chest, feeling the muscles beneath his wet skin, the heat of him contrasting with the water still pounding down on us.

“Like what you see?” His voice was rough.

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“Shut up, Hart.”

He laughed, but the sound turned into a groan when my hand traveled lower, finding his belt. I unbuckled it with a determination I didn’t know I had, yanking his pants down, and then we were both naked, the water running over us like some kind of blessing.

Simon’s hand traced down my body, found my pussy, two fingers sliding inside me.

“Ah-” The sound escaped me, involuntary, as his fingers started moving, fast and precise.

“You’re already so wet,” he murmured, pure satisfaction in his voice. “And it’s not from the water.”

“Simon…”

“What’s wrong, Counselor?” His fingers moved faster. “You want something?”

“I want you,” I managed, my voice coming out more desperate than I’d intended. “I want you to fuck me.”

His laugh was rough, almost a growl. “Now we’re speaking the same language.”

He spun me around against the glass wall of the stall, my hands bracing against it, my back to his chest. I felt the head of his cock pressing against my entrance, and then he was sliding inside me, slow at first, like he was savoring every inch.

“Fuck, Jamie,” he said, his voice strained. “You’re so tight.”

“Simon, please—”

“Please what?”

“Faster. Harder. Please.”

He gave me what I asked for.

His thrusts were brutal, primal, each one shoving me against the glass, each one making me feel every inch of him against me. The water kept pouring down, but I barely noticed-all my focus was on where our bodies met, on the rhythm he was setting, on the feeling of being completely filled.

“Like this?” His voice was ragged against my ear.

“Like this,” I gasped. “Exactly like this.”

He picked up the pace, and I was completely gone. My body responded to every move he made, my mouth opening and closing on moans I barely recognized. My forehead pressed against the glass, and for a second I thought-God, if this breaks, I’ll die of embarrassment.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he said, the word sounding so natural from him, so right. “So goddamn hot.”

“Simon, I’m gonna-”

“Come. Do it, Jamie. Come for me.”

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I screamed. The sound ripped out of me, raw and desperate, as the orgasm crashed through me like a wave. My body clenched around him, and I felt the pleasure spread through every inch of me.

But he didn’t stop.

He went faster, each thrust harder than the last, and that moment of pleasure seemed to stretch on forever. And then I heard it-a crack, followed by a splintering sound, followed by a crash.

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