FAKE DATING WITH BENEFITS MY BILLIONAIRE BOSS (Ophelia Corrigan) novel Chapter 53

CHAPTER 53

MON

Her body trembled under my fingers, and I felt every single contraction, every uneven breath slipping/past her parted lips. The presentation kept going on stage, lights dancing over the audience, and there we were -tucked away in the shadows, pretending we were just two professionals watching a meeting/

But I knew she was about to come apart.

And I wanted her to come apart.

“Simon…” She whispered my name like a plea, eyes closed, hands gripping the sides of her dress.

“You want me to stop?”

She shook her head, a low moan escaping her throat.

I pressed my fingers harder against her clit, slow and precise, and felt her body arch into my hand. She wa so close. So fucking close.

“Jamie,” I murmured against her ear. “Look at me.”

She opened her eyes, and what I saw there made me forget where we were. Desire, yeah. But there was something else. Something she didn’t want me to see.

I pulled my hand out from under her dress.

“Go to my office.”

She blinked, confused, her body still shaking. “What?”

“Now. I’ll be right behind you.”

She hesitated for only a second. Then, without a word, she turned and walked toward the side door of the auditorium.

I watched her go. Watched her legs tremble, the way her fingers pressed against the fabric of her dress like she was trying to hold herself upright.

I waited thirty seconds. Then I followed.

The hallway was empty when I reached my office. The door was cracked open, and I pushed it, stepping inside and closing it behind me with a click.

Jamie was standing by my desk, arms crossed over her chest, her expression a mix of defiance and want.

“What do you want, Simon?”

I crossed the room in three strides, reached the row of curtains, and yanked them shut. The daylight disappeared, replaced by a dimness that made everything feel more intimate.

I locked the door.

TO 29 Tue Sep 29 JIMT

FAKA DATING WITH BENEFITS MY BILLIONAIRE BOSS

“What do I want?” I took a step toward her, then another, until she was trapped between me and the desk. “I want to know why you’ve been avoiding me.”

“I haven’t-”

I grabbed her face with both hands and kissed her.

It wasn’t a gentle kiss. It was a kiss of hunger, of frustration, of all the looks she hadn’t given me that morning. My tongue swept into her mouth, and I heard a moan escape her before she could/stop it.

“Simon,” she gasped against my lips.

“I don’t want to hear excuses,” I murmured, dropping my mouth to her neck. “I want to hear you moan my/

name.”

I spun her around, bending her over the edge of the mahogany desk. Her dress rode up, revealing the perfect curve of her ass, and I slid my hand under her lace panties, finding her still wet, still ready.

“You’re so wet for me,” I murmured, my lips brushing her ear.

“Simon, please-”

“Please what?”

She groaned, pushing her hips back against my hand. “Fuck me.”

I didn’t need to hear anything else.

I pulled her panties down, sliding them over her legs until they pooled around her ankles. The sound of my zipper echoed in the silence of the room, and then I was free, hard, dragging the head of my cock against her entrance.

“This what you want?” I asked, my voice rough.

“Yes,” she gasped. “Fuck, Simon, yes.”

I thrust into her in one stroke.

The moan that tore from her lips was muffled against the desk, and I felt her body clench around me, hot, wet, perfect. My hands found her hips, gripping tight as I started to move.

“You’re so tight,” I said, the words coming out in a grunt. “So fucking tight.”

She answered by pushing back against me, and I sped up my rhythm. Each stroke was deeper than the last, each movement making her moan louder. The desk creaked under her weight, and I could see her reflection in the wall mirror-eyes closed, mouth open, hair splayed across the wood.

“Jamie,” I whispered, leaning over her. “Look at me.”

She opened her eyes, and our gazes met in the glass. There was something there—something beyond desire. Something I couldn’t name, something I didn’t want to name.

“You’re so beautiful,” I said, and the words slipped out before I could stop them.

1

15:29 Tue Sep 29 MT.

FAKE DATING WITH BENEFITS MY BILLIONAIRE BOSS

Her body shuddered beneath me, and I felt her orgasm building.

mon, I’m going to-”

“Come,” I ordered, my vòice a low growl. “Come for me, baby.”

She shattered.

55 yourney

The cry that tore from her lips was muffled against the desk, and I felt every single contraction, every pulse around me. The grip was so tight I could barely move, and the sensation pushed me right over the edge.

“Fuck, Jamie-” I buried myself in her one last time, and the orgasm hit me like a truck. My vision went dark, my body shook, and I groaned her name against the curve of her neck.

We stayed there for a long moment, panting, sweating, tangled up in each other.

Then someone knocked on the door.

“Anyone in there?”

The world came back in slow motion. Jamie stiffened under me, her eyes wide. I pulled out slowly. yanking my pants back up, trying to regain my composure.

Shit. Who the hell could that be?

I waited for Jamie to pull herself together before I walked to the door.

When I opened it, I came face to face with her intern.

The kid stood there, wearing that expression of someone who just found something he wasn’t supposed to. His eyes scanned my face, then slid past me, landing on Jamie behind me.

I didn’t need to turn around to know what she looked like. Hair messed up. Lips swollen. That post-sex glow anyone with two brain cells would recognize.

And from the look on the kid’s face, he had more than two brain cells.

“Ms. Collins?” The intern’s voice wavered. “The staff is waiting for a few words from the head of the legal department. They’re calling you back to the auditorium.”

“Okay. I’ll be right there, Ethan. Thanks for letting me know. But wait… how did you know I’d be here?”

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify