The Billionaire Affair (In Too Deep)

Putting a firm hand on my calf, he lifted it and placed it on the backrest of the couch while my other foot was down on the floor. My legs were wide open with Jeremiah sitting between them, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.

Being in a physically vulnerable position didn’t feel like as big of a deal after the emotional risks I took earlier by telling him how I felt when I had no clue if it was the same for him. Plus, the low growl when he knelt between my legs and the way he was looking at me with almost that same expression of tortured ecstasy I’d seen when he came made every last hint of self-consciousness flee from my mind.

“So fucking beautiful, and so wet for me,” he mumbled, almost as if to himself. Then he looked up at me as one hand settled on my hip and the other inched its way up my thigh. “Don’t hold anything back, angel. I want it all.”

He flashed me a tight grin and tucked into me like a toddler devouring candy at a birthday party. First one finger and then another plunged into me while his tongue worked its magic on my slit. Almost instantly, I was back on that edge where I knew bliss was right around the bend.

I wanted the pleasurable sensations to last longer, but I couldn’t have held back if I tried. Since he’d asked me not to, I didn’t try. Instead, I hooked one arm above my head and gripped the sides of the couch so hard the metal might have my fingerprints melted into it by the time this was done. I opened myself up to enjoy every little thing he was doing instead of getting stuck in my head about how I had to hold out.

Within seconds, I was rolling my hips against his mouth with wild abandon and screaming out his name. Just at the right moment, he twisted his fingers to rub me deep inside and sucked my aching clit into his mouth.

Pleasure crashed into me like a freight train, running away with me as Jeremiah licked me through what had to be the most powerful orgasm I’d ever had. When I started coming down, I tried to sit up, but he pushed me back down gently. “I’m not done here.”

“No, Jeremiah. I can’t, let’s—”

His hand traveled up the length of my body so he could place his thumb over my mouth. “Yes, you can. Let me show you.”

As it turned out, Jeremiah was right. I could, and I did. Feeling boneless, I collapsed onto the couch after the second orgasm ripped like lightning through my body.

“Let’s get you to bed,” Jeremiah said, collecting me in his arms. “You okay with staying over?”

I nodded, letting my head rest against his chest as he carried me to his bedroom. I felt bad for his back, but he wouldn’t hear anything about it.

After laying me down on his monstrous bed, Jeremiah tucked me under the sheets and went to get the lights before climbing in next to me. As soon as he lay down, he gathered me in his arms and held me.

His breathing was labored, his cock still rock hard in the crook of my back. I turned in his arms and reached down, my hand smoothly gliding down his washboard abs and between the delicious lines formed by his hips as I sought out my target.

Hot and hard as granite in my hand, I squeezed his tip and felt a surge a power running through me when he made a low sound. His hooded eyes burned into mine. “You don’t have to do this, Steph. We can just sleep, ignore it.”

“Fat chance,” I whispered, rolling his pants off his hips and pushing them away from his feet with mine. “I want this too, Jer. I want your pleasure as much as you wanted mine.”

In the soft, ambient light in his bedroom, I saw his eyes widen. What felt like less than a heartbeat later, he’d lifted me on top of him and pulled off his shirt. “In that case, I’m all about giving you what you want.”

I smiled, pushing my knees into the mattress as I rose and hovered with his tip at my entrance. “I’m clean, and I’m on the pill now.”

Nostrils flaring when he caught on to what I was saying, he nodded. “I get tested with Tanner every season when they go through their panels. I’m clean too.”

Leaning down to kiss him deeply, I lowered myself onto him. Feeling him inside me with no barrier in the way was exquisite, unlike anything I’d ever experienced.

He let out a loud, masculine groan and brought his hands to my hips, thrusting in time with my movements. After he spoiled me with those two intense orgasms on the couch, I wanted to make him feel as good as he made me feel.

I soon realized he had no intentions of leaving me behind and didn’t try to convince him. We moved together, climbed together and finally, came together. Hard.

I collapsed onto his chest, breathless and boneless and sated beyond belief. My eyes were closed, and I was on the brink of falling asleep. There was one more thing I needed to know before I could call it a day. “Are we going to work tomorrow?”

“No,” he answered lazily, his voice thick and sleepy. “We’ll go in again on Monday. Sleep now, angel. Don’t worry about a thing.”

Happy with his answer, I fell asleep with a man still inside me for the first time in my life. And as long as it with Jeremiah, hopefully not for the last.