Daddy’s Billionaire Boss

“Yes, why?”

“I’d like you to think about what changes you’ll make to this house when you live here,” I said softly, opening my bedroom door. “Unlimited budget to redecorate and rearrange things however you like when it’s your home too.”

“Mason, I don’t know if–”

Standing in the center of the room, I put my finger to her lips as I faced her. “Planting the seed,” I murmured. “Something to think about for the future.”

She looked up at me, blinking those lovely eyes slowly as she pondered. “Is it strange that you’re thinking about our future already?”

I shook my head. “Not to me. I’ve always planned ahead. But I never had any idea what sort of relationship I wanted, so that part was never planned at all. Now that I know precisely what I want, I can start planning everything else.”

Her gaze traveled around the room slowly. “You don’t seem to like bright colors, but maybe a bit of blue in here,” she said.

I unfastened the top three buttons of my shirt, watching her eyes as she stared. Watching her contemplate adapting my space to her liking was encouraging.

“Emily, I don’t want to do anything you’re not ready for. But I would absolutely love to make you feel incredible. May I do that?”

She nodded, as her teeth sunk into her bottom lip.

“If you only knew how sexy you are,” I murmured, bending down to grip the bottom of her dress. I pulled it up slowly, lifting her arms toward the ceiling. I took in each section of her body slowly, starting with her blue-tipped toes that were adorably pointing inward a little bit. As she stood before me in her light pink bra and panties, my loud exhale left me empty.

That pale, silky skin. Her lush, soft curves.

Before I realized I was touching her, my hands were gripping her hips, skimming up her sides to cup her breasts. The satisfying weight in my hands sent a wave of lust through me, stiffening my shaft until it strained against the front of my pants.

“You’re so hot, angel,” I muttered, pulling her against me for a deep kiss. “Too sweet and precious for me, but I’m a greedy man.”

Unfastening her bra, I slipped the straps down her shoulders then tossed it aside. I laid her across the bed, her peachy skin light and fresh against the dark gray duvet.

“I can’t believe that you’re greedy for me,” she whispered, reaching out to take my arm as I lay down beside her.

Her luscious breasts were absolutely incredible. Soft, but firm, with small dark nipples. Pulling one into my mouth, her moan turned into a gasp as I carefully raked my teeth across the surface.

“The problem with you, angel,” I rasped, kissing across to the other side, “Is that you’re both sexy and cute. It’s just too much for me to take.”

After licking and sucking both breasts until she was quivering, I kissed lower, circling her stomach. For a split second, I imagined what she would look like someday, round with my child, picking crayon-colored furniture for our nursery.

As I moved lower, her thighs trembled and her hips shifted. Kissing my way back up to her lips, I forced myself to lean back so that my much larger body wasn’t looming over her.

I tilted her head back, staring into her eyes. “Emily, do you want me to stop?”

She shook her head. “No. I want…” I loved the way she would laugh for just a few seconds. “I don’t even know what I want, except…everything. You.”

My mouth crashed down on hers, stealing her laughter, stealing her breath.

Her hands wrapped around my shoulders as she gasped. Her little noise liquefied my insides, making my lust spread throughout my body. My hand slid around the side of her breast, then down her side to glide against the outside of her panties.

“I want every inch of you, my angel,” I murmured. “Tell me you’re mine.”

Dragging my fingertips through her crease, the fabric was soaked straight through.

Emily’s breath caught in her throat as she nodded up at me desperately. “I’m yours.”

As I stripped off her last item of clothing, she lifted her hips to help me, then parted her thighs so my hand could caress her softest skin.

Gliding her lips against mine, my fingertips slowly lingered along her most delicate skin, tracing every little dip and fold. Her moans against my lips became louder as I parted her flesh, dipping my middle finger into her entrance very slightly.

Even though I was certain, I needed to hear it. “Emily, has any man ever touched you here?”