Admit You Want Me (Irresistible Billionaires 3)

He came back behind me and checked the door, locking it.

“I said, take it off,” he said again.

Oh… he was serious. I twirled some of my hair around my finger. That look was on his face, the one he gave me before he made me come calling his name. I pulled the scrunchy out that had been holding my hair up in a high ponytail and shook it out.

“Keep going,” he said. I took the top of my tracksuit off revealing a ratty, discolored band t-shirt underneath, not unlike the kind he used to wear. He laughed again. “That’s awful, get it off. The Missy I know wouldn’t be caught dead in anything like that.” I pulled the t-shirt off, laughing. He came up to me and we kissed. Heat burned through me. Feeling his body against me again was so right. It literally hadn’t been that long I couldn’t believe the way my body reacted to him.

“Are you sure we can do this?” I asked, breaking the kiss to take the rest of my clothes off. I had answered the question myself already.

“I own this company, who’s gonna come for me?” he asked. “Wait a minute, you technically work f

or me, don’t you?”

I laughed. “Not anymore.”

“Well,” he said with a smirk. “Then what are we waiting for?”

33

Easton

I couldn’t believe it when I saw her, and then I saw that fucking outfit and I really couldn’t believe it. Now that she was naked in my office, I had stopped asking questions. I was nothing but grateful. Believe it or not, I had never had sex in my office before. Now that I thought about it, Missy and I were going to have to make up for that.

She stripped down in front of me, down to her underwear that was thankfully her usual beautiful pieces; not whatever the rest of her outfit was. I needed to ask her where she had gotten that stuff, there was no way it was part of her usual wardrobe.

I could find out about that later, right then, she was practically naked in my office. I took my shirt off.

“The couch,” I said. She giggled and walked over, sprawling out on the couch. I went and dropped to my knees, pushing her legs apart. I made sure that I maintained eye contact as I ate her out. She moaned and I shushed her which made her laugh. Before meeting her, I had never had public or semipublic sex. These days, it seemed to be all that we did.

I used my hand, fingering her while my tongue was on her clit. She covered her mouth, so she didn’t cry out when she had her orgasm. I watched her, completely hypnotized. I didn’t know how anyone so beautiful had become a part of my life. What was even worse was the fact that I had almost lost her.

I got up and got the rest of my clothes off. Getting down onto the couch with her, she was already wet and ready for me. Even though I was technically on the clock, I wasn’t in a hurry. We took our time. It was so obvious. It had been clear from the start, but now there was absolutely no denying it. She was the one. She was the only woman I wanted, the only woman who I could even imagine spending a life with. Our life. I never thought about it in those terms, finding a life partner and making plans on an us basis instead of an I basis, but I knew she was the one.

I was leaning over her, supporting most of my weight on my arms, but she pulled me down so we were chest to chest and we were kissing. I couldn’t wait until I was calling her my girlfriend, until I was calling her more than that, until she was doing the same for me.

I didn’t want to come before she did, so I broke the kiss and knelt upright between her legs, fucking her steadily as I worked my tongue on her clit. She whimpered and moaned until she finally had an orgasm. Once I knew she was satisfied, I didn’t hold back, going fast and hard until I blew my load. I never thought the day would come when I used the couch in my office to have sex and truly, this was the best use of it that I had seen thus far. I eased out of her and flopped down onto the couch at her side. We were both panting. For a little while, neither of us said anything, we just kind of laid there enjoying each other’s company.

“Easton?”

“What is it, babe?”

“Do you forgive me?”

I raised my head and looked at her. “Of course, I forgive you, Missy. What kind of question is that?”

“Okay, I just had to make sure.” I laughed and wrapped my arms around her.

“After that stunt you pulled coming in here looking crazy, was I supposed to say no to you?”

“If you did, you would’ve had every right to. What I did was so foul, I wouldn’t be shocked if you wanted nothing to do with me.”

“Well, you’re right, what you did was foul, but I know that you wouldn’t be here right now if you weren’t sorry.”

“I can’t even begin to explain how sorry I am, Easton. I hate the fact that I hurt you and I would do anything for your forgiveness. That little outfit can be just the start, if that’s what it’s going to take.”

I wasn’t going to put her through trials in order to prove that she was sorry. She had already proven it to me. She had gone above and beyond to put away her pride and make herself look foolish for me. I didn’t want her to feel like she had to do that, but I was touched that she took it upon herself to really drive the point home. The truth was, I had never been mad enough to completely turn her away when she did come back to me. No way. I loved her. Maybe it’d taken her a little longer to realize that she loved me too, but when it all came down to it, I knew that I meant something to her.

“I’m not holding anything against you, Missy. In fact, that appearance on the red carpet has actually boosted our publicity so maybe I should be thanking you for that a little bit.”