FAKE DATING WITH BENEFITS MY BILLIONAIRE BOSS (Ophelia Corrigan) novel Chapter 44

CHAPTER 44

MIE

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Simon’s hand clamped around the back of my neck and shoved me down against the leather of the back seat. My knees hit the upholstery first, then my hands, and I was on all fours for him before my brain could catch up with what was happening.

His hand slid up under my dress, found my panties, and ripped them off with one dry pull.

“Simon-”

“You want to end this?” His voice came rough against my ear, settling in behind me. “Then end it.”

He notched the thick head of his cock at my wet entrance and sank in to the hilt in one thrust.

A moan tore out of my throat, muffled against the leather. He was so big, so hard, and I felt every inch of him filling me like it was the first time all over again.

He gripped my hips and started fucking me in earnest.

“You want to leave?” His question came between strokes, each word punctuated by a drive that knocked the breath out of me. “Want to call this off, Jamie?”

My hands slipped on the leather as he picked up the pace. The strokes were deep, brutal, and I felt the head of his cock bottom out inside me with every movement. The car rocked, the windows already starting to fog with the heat of our bodies.

“No-” The word came out broken, more moan than answer.

“Then why are you trying to run?” He pulled my hips back, driving even deeper, and I screamed against the leather. “Why are you scared, Jamie?”

“I’m not ” Another thrust stole the words.

His hand slid under me, finding my clit, and I arched my back at the sensation. His fingers moved in circles while he kept fucking me, and I felt the orgasm start to coil low in my belly.

“You feel that?” He murmured against the back of my neck, his breath hot and uneven. “You feel how much I want you? How perfect we are together?”

The condom was hot inside me, so hot I could feel every pulse of him, every shift. He didn’t stop-didn’t slow down, didn’t give me a break. Just kept fucking me with that intensity that made me forget my own

name.

“Fuck, Simon-”

“Come.” The command came rough, almost a growl. “Come for me, Jamie. Now.”

The orgasm hit me like a wave, my body clenching around him while I screamed against the leather. My legs shook, my arms gave out, and I collapsed against the upholstery while the waves of pleasure kept rolling through me.

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But he didn’t stop.

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non kept fucking me through the orgasm, each stroke prolonging the sensation, keeping me in that liquid state of ecstasy until I could barely breathe. And then he pulled me up, his chest against my back, his hand finding my throat and squeezing lightly.

“Look at me.”

I turned my face, and our lips met in a sweaty, desperate kiss. I could taste my own moan on his lips, could feel the heat of his body against mine, could feel every tensed muscle as he finally let go.

I was sweaty, breathless, completely undone.

“Is this your way of making me give up ending things?” The question came out hoarse, trembling, my fingers still tangled in his hair.

He laughed against my lips, a low, rough sound.

“Is it working?”

I pulled back just enough to look at him. His eyes were dark, his lips swollen, and there was a vulnerability in his expression I’d never seen before.

“Let’s go to my apartment. There’s more.”

The car headed for the penthouse while I tried to pull myself together, my fingers pressed to my temples.

When Simon parked in the underground garage, my legs were still shaking. My dress was wrinkled, my hair a disaster, and from the sting on my shoulder, I was pretty sure he’d left marks.

Jesus.

Simon killed the engine and stared at me through the rearview mirror, his eyes still dark, hungry.

“Stay there.”

I watched Simon get out and only then noticed the designer black bag he’d pulled from the glove

compartment.

What the hell was in there?

1 I wanted to ask. I really did. But something stopped me. Maybe it was the fact that I’d just been ruthlessly

fucked in the back of his car. Maybe it was the fact that I wasn’t sure I wanted to know the answer.

Simon opened my door and offered his hand. I took it, still dazed. When my heels hit the concrete, my legs almost gave out.

“Easy,” he murmured, his hand finding my waist.

“I’m fine,” I lied.

He kept his hand on my waist as we walked to the elevator. Then, almost without realizing it, he laced his fingers through mine.

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I should have let go. There was no one here we needed to perform for. But I didn’t.

wasn’t until we stepped into the penthouse that I broke the silence.

“What was in that bag?”

Simon paused mid-step. Turned to face me, one eyebrow raised.

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