Not Daddy Material (Billionaire's Contract Duet 2)

“Lean backward and support yourself on your hands. Now,” he ordered. I did that, almost lying down on top of him. This time he could enter me in a perfect angle from below me. He squeezed my hips tighter and started banging me hard—so hard that my throat became hoarse of all my screaming.

“I can’t take it anymore, boss! It’s so deep!”

“Yes!”

Damn! It was so intense and I was already coming again. My pussy was so sensitive but he didn’t stop even once—and it was the most pleasurable friction I’d ever felt.

“Ah! Yes, boss! It’s so good!” He continued ramming into me, despite my orgasm—which only prolonged it. Tears slid down my cheeks, because of all the immense pleasure he was giving me.

Several seconds later we were both coming hard, our climaxes mixing together in one powerful orgasm, and I felt like we were one—like we belonged to each other completely.

I fell on top of him, totally exhausted, and he let me lie down like that over him. I tried catching my breath, my body buzzing after all that unbelievable pleasure.

Oh my God. This was the best sex of my life.

Charles gave me such a huge pleasure, and submitting to him made me feel some things I’d never felt before. I got connected to him on a deeper level, sharing these immense sensations together.

This was intimate and different from all other experiences I had so far. I never knew submitting could be so empowering and make me feel that close to a man, and I loved it.

I closed my eyes, feeling my heart constrict with some emotion I’d never felt before.

After everything, I think I might be falling for Charles.

13

Charles

That was the best sex of my life. Shit. I couldn’t believe it could be like that. And with a virgin? Damn.

Rebecca was special and I couldn’t get her out of my head. Her body was perfect and the way her pussy felt was like she’d been made for me.

I loved controlling her, but what gave me pleasure was the way she followed my orders. She was giving herself completely to me, enabling me to be connected with her on some deeper level that even I couldn’t explain.

This wasn’t just about the sex. Yes, our sex was amazing and she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, but there was something else. The time spent with her felt special. I couldn’t wait to see her again. I kept thinking about her and what she was doing at the moment, and most importantly—I couldn’t focus on my work at all, constantly thinking about everything that had happened this morning and last night in my office.

Shit.

“Charles? Earth to Charles,” I heard Colten say.

I looked at Colten, my other partner, who was handling our on site duties. Just like always, he had a construction hat with him—his trademark—even though he wore a suit. Even though he looked ridiculous with that hat, he was a chick magnet, just like Grant and I, because his sandy blonde hair and blue eyes made girls go wild, or so I’d been told. “Yes?” I raised my eyebrow at him.

“We’ve been talking about the numbers,” Grant reminded me.

Right. We were at my office and we were looking over the budget numbers for the boutique hotel project.

I frowned and shoved my hands into my pockets. “Yes. Well, I’m starting to worry.”

“Why?” Colten asked me. He tapped his fingers on the construction hat, and the repeating sounds made me even more irritated.

“Will you stop that?” I snapped at him. “It’s driving me crazy.”

“Geez, somebody got up on the wrong side of the bed,” Colten remarked.

I snorted. If only he knew just how wrong that was.

“I’m starting to worry that I won’t be able to give Rebecca the money she wants to make the project profitable,” I said to Grant and Colten.

Grant looked at me curiously. “Why do you think so?”