Billionaires Runaway Bride

He opened one eye and peeked at me. “Don’t you like my space? I think it’s awesome. I had all the cabinets built to my specifications and the desk to match. Look at this.” He pressed a button on his desk and the cabinets across the way slid forward and a flat screen rose up from the back and turned on.

I leaned my head against his. “That is damned impressive, but with us both working together all day, I don’t want to go home for you to work some more. You spend too much time in the office as it is, and you’ve been known to hole up in there for days.” I kissed his cheek and he gave me a sideways glance.

“Are you trying to seduce me out of an office? I’ll have you know that designing offices is a hobby of mine. I’ve customized each one in every house I’ve bought.” I rolled my eyes playfully and looked around the room with my lip curled.

“Then, I don’t see any reason we have to have one.” I wouldn’t really fight him on the office, but teasing him was the most fun I’d had in days.

“If I don’t have an office, then I couldn’t hold you in my office chair.” His brows wagged up and down and he brushed his fingers through my hair.

“Or kiss me?” I met his eyes and trailed my foot against the length of his calf and ground myself against his lap.

“Mhm. No office kisses like this.” He brought his mouth to mine and, gripping me tight, he lifted me up and sat me against his desk. “You want to know what else I couldn’t do?”

My breath quickened and I leaned back on my arms and lowered my eyes to the thick bulge in his pants. I reached for his buckle, but he waved a finger at me.

“No, none of that; or this.” He extended the finger and placed it on my chest and trailed it lower, pinching the buttons on my blouse until all were undone.

He slipped his hand inside and let it fall open, unhooked my front-closing bra, and released my breasts from the cups. It felt so right. So good. He dipped his head and took a tight nipple into his mouth, beckoning a moan from my throat.

“I think you like my office.” His whisper was warm against my breast. He slipped his hand down and hitched one of my legs up around his hip.

I ground my heel into his ass and lifted the other leg to do the same, rolling my hips upward. He ground his hard length against me, leaving me wanting far more than I had at the moment. I wanted to peel him out of his pants and grind on his bare cock. The thought sent a raw heat between my legs that kept my hips in motion. “I don’t know. I’m still not convinced.”

He stepped back and unbuckled his pants, and with a few quick motions, he freed his cock. I wasted no time taking it in my hand and stroking, and he kissed me as he worked up my skirt and tugged down my panties, which dangled around my knees.

“Do you want me to take it off?” I whispered against his mouth as I stepped out of the scrap of lace.

“No, leave it on.” He pushed the skirt up farther and my ass hit the cold desk. His shaft rubbed against my front, hot and throbbing. Then he knelt down and buried his face between my thighs and lapped his tongue in long strokes against me.

I bucked against him, the pleasure building deep inside of me. He gripped my ass to urge me forward, grinding his mouth against me. As he attended to my clit with soft, slow sucks, I came apart.

He slipped his finger inside and curled it upward to work my spot, creating more moans that seemed to erupt of their own will. I moaned even louder as he slipped a second finger inside and thrusted them both deep. He worked me like that as he licked and suckled at my clit, and all the while, his other hand twisted and pulled on my nipple.

He pulled free and stepped back, stroking his cock, pumping it twice as he smiled and met my eyes. “Are you thinking about my new office now?” He laughed, but I sat up and

pushed him back into his chair and dropped to my knees.

“I’m focused on the bedroom, but I might reconsider an office.” I trailed my hand down his chest and placed my hand over his, where I forced him to pump it for me. Then I nudged his hand aside and took over.

“On what condition?” The word strangled from his throat as I took him into my mouth, working his shaft with my palm as I cupped his sac.

As I kneaded his heavy load, I relaxed my throat and took him deeper. His length entering my throat caused a spasm that had me retreating, only to push my limits seconds later. Soon enough I was used to the sensation and I bobbed my head on him like a pro until I felt him twitch in my mouth. His nut had ascended, threatening release, and I pulled away to edge him. His mouth hung open as he panted, then I met his eyes as he stroked my hair.

I licked him, my tongue teasing his tiny slit and rim. Then I took it deep again and tightlipped him all the way to his base and back to milk him.

He worked his hips against me, thrusting until his breath hitched and he cursed. “I’m going to come, Luna.”

He nudged against me, but I didn’t let off; instead, I pulled off to his rim, keeping his head locked tight in my lips and sucked hard as his release exploded in my mouth. The taste of him tingled on my tongue, the salt and sweet awakening my taste buds as I swallowed his gift. But I didn’t stop. I kept nursing him slowly until he’d spilled every drop.

Finally, I pulled away and wiped my mouth, but he gathered me up from the floor and in a quick motion, lifted me up to his desk and pulled my ass to the edge. He palmed his cock, still hardened for me, before sliding into me in one sharp thrust. Overwhelming pleasure burned through my center.

I screamed out and clutched his shoulder. It was the kind of taking I’d craved, and I felt myself settle around his girth with each thrust. He pumped into me steady and hard and as the release built up inside me, he ground himself, greedy and relentless, until it bloomed around him. Then he quickened his pace and pounded me through my climax as my voice splintered from my throat, reminding me how tender it had been.

Once I stilled, he lifted me up against him, holding me so close I could feel his heartbeat.

He stood, holding my behind tight in his grip, and when I thought he’d drop me, he turned us around and kicked the chair out of the way. Suddenly, my back was against the wall, and I ground myself against him, gripping his shoulder as my breasts crushed against his chest while he kissed my neck. He lowered his head and captured my nipple, pulling it hard. I orgasmed again, my body going limp in his arms as he turned and placed me back on the desk.

He planted tender kisses along my neck as his cock worked in and out in a steady rhythm. He moaned against my mouth and kissed me, his tongue mingling with mine as he pumped hard twice and his cock pulsed deep with his release. He pulled away, leaving me satiated and limp. He shuffled around and pulled up his pants.