FAKE DATING WITH BENEFITS MY BILLIONAIRE BOSS (Ophelia Corrigan) novel Chapter 46

CHAPTER 46

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The hot water streamed down my back, washing away Oliver’s blood and the bitter taste of the fight with Jamie. I braced my hands against the tile, my forehead pressed to the glass, and let the steam engulf me.

“You’re the last man I’d picture falling for inc.”

The words echoed in my head like a curse. And the worst part was, she was right. I’d spent years building that reputation, hiding behind jokes and disposable hookups, and now I couldn’t blame anyone but myself for her not believing in me.

I shut off the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist. Hair still dripping, I pushed open the bathroom door.

And froze.

Jamie was in my bed.

Not just in my bed-she was wearing my t-shirt. The white t-shirt I’d tossed over the armchair earlier today. The fabric was too big for her, hanging loose over her shoulders, but it ended right at the top of her thighs.

She was on her side, one arm under the pillow, her breathing calm and steady.

My eyes traveled down her body-the curve of her hips, the line of her spine visible through the thin fabric.

“I said I’d take you home,” I said, finishing with my hair.

But she didn’t seem to hear me.

I should wake her up, grab my keys, take her back to her apartment like I’d promised. It was the sensible thing to do.

But I moved slowly toward the bed.

Then she shifted.

It was subtle, almost imperceptible. A lazy movement as she rolled onto her back, and her leg lifted slightly, knee bending. The t-shirt rode up a little more.

The black lace thong was right there, exposed, and I stopped breathing.

The fabric was minimal, an insignificant triangle of lace that barely covered what it was supposed to cover, and I could see the silhouette of her through that fabric, the rounded, perfect shape, the lips of her pussy hinting beneath the lace.

My mouth went dry. My body reacted before my brain could process, the blood rushing south too fast, the towel suddenly insufficient.

I ran my tongue between my lips and narrowed my eyes at her.

15:28 Tue Sep 29 ) MT.

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Her eyelids fluttered slightly-an almost imperceptible movement, but I was trained to notice details.

he little minx wasn’t asleep.

She was faking it.

Of course she was.

She’d realized I was hurt. And instead of apologizing, she was using exactly what she knew undid me to make that hurt disappear.

The worst part?

It was working.

I moved closer to the bed, sat down on the edge of the mattress. She didn’t move, but I saw the slight tremor in her lips, the way her breath caught for a moment.

My thumb found the black lace, sliding over the thin fabric until I felt the heat, the moisture, the perfect shape of her under my fingers.

My thumb pressed deeper, sliding along the opening of her panties, feeling the wetness already gathering there. She moaned again, louder, and I saw her legs part slightly-a silent invitation.

I kept going, moving my thumb in slow circles over the lace, pressing exactly where she wanted it. Her breathing grew more ragged, her lips parting, her body arching slightly against my hand.

Then she buried her face, pressing her nose into the pillow-and spread her legs wider for me.

My cock was already rock hard under the towel, pressing against the fabric. I leaned over her, my bare chest almost touching her shoulder, my lips brushing her ear.

“I know you’re awake, Counselor.”

She bit her lower lip, eyes still closed. But she didn’t deny it.

I dropped the towel.

My cock slapped against my stomach, hard and hot, and I heard her breath catch. My fingers found the black lace, pulling it aside, and the sight of her-wet, ready, open-made my body shudder with want.

I gripped my cock with one hand, lined the thick head up at her entrance, and pushed in slowly.

“Simon…” she moaned deliciously, feeling every inch of her opening for me.

She was so tight, so hot, and I felt every pulse, every involuntary contraction gripping my flesh.

I kept pushing in, slow, deliberate, feeling her body react to every movement. Her eyes were still closed, but her body couldn’t lie-her hands gripping the pillow, her hips moving almost imperceptibly, the muffled moan against the fabric.

I pushed deeper, and she moaned into the pillow, her body finally yielding completely. I started to move, slow at first, feeling the pleasure build with every stroke.

15:29 Tue Sep 29 MT.

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