A Double Dose of Billionaire - Part 1

The bra I wore was supposed to be closed through the front. Riley, experienced as he was, realized it and released the metal clasp, letting my bre**asts spring free. His digits found my perk nipp**les, and they soon began to work by pinching and rolling them. He bent down and left a trail of kisses from my neck to my shoulder, all the while pounding himself inside me.

"You're beautiful, Scarlet," he said. Maybe the old, sweet Riley was back.

"I need some support, my back is starting to ache," I admitted.

"Okay." I had expected him to lead me to the wall, but he walked me to his transparent glass windows, his wood still buried inside.

His breathing was heavy. "Put your hands on the glass."

"But—"

"Do as I say."

I leaned down and planted my hands on the cool glass, baring my nak**ed body for the world to see. The building was far enough from the others—the people from the other side couldn't see into our windows, like how I couldn't see into theirs. Yet, exposed to the city streets while partially unclothed and having a thick, throbbing co**ck inside me intensified my pleasure, sending waves of excitement coursing through my body, all the way from my center to my fingertips.

"Riley, I can't hold it back anymore." My core was already clenching as hard as it could, and a cli**max was threatening to break through.

He bit my ear and said, "You don't come until I ask you to."

"But I can't. Please."

As if to taunt me more, he rubbed his fingers against my cl**it in large, rough circles.

"Riley!"

A knock on the door sounded. The possibility of somebody walking in on us terrified me but made the experience so much more pleasurable. Heat rippled and coiled around my center. I bucked my hi**ps against his, hearing the sound of our sexes rubbing against each other. Juices began to drip down my thighs, soaking the panties that Riley had only pushed aside.

"Come back in five minutes!" Riley shouted to the person outside, trying to keep his breathing in check.

The sensations of the as**sault from Riley's shaft and fingers blinded me. "I can't, Riley, please, let me come."

"Come, come for me, slut."

As soon as he gave his command, I let go of the tight coil, releasing mind-blowing ecstasy through every vein in my body. I shouted his name, not caring whether my colleagues could hear me outside. His orgasm came at the same time, and he cried out my name, too, burying himself as deep as he could, filling my core completely.

He rested inside my folds as he tried to catch his breath. When he pulled out, he left a trail of wet, sticky cum behind. I grabbed a tissue from his desk and cleaned myself up, trying to make haste. The person at the door would be back anytime soon, and now that I wasn't rutting and moaning in the midst of good sex, I actually got worried over getting caught.

I avoided eye contact, not sure how to recover into the boss-employee status after f**king him so intensely.

"I was hoping that you had a submissive part to you," he said.

My cheeks turned into a rose red. "Shut up. You were acting a little strange."

"I just wanted to try it out. After Helena intruded on us, all I could think about was hav**ing se**x with you."

So that was it—he didn't act that way because of some failed negotiation; he was only playing around. "You're the worst. I need to get back to work. Now, if you'll excuse me."

Before I could leave his office, the person knocked on the door for the second time. "Mr. Crawford?"

"Come in!" he shouted.

Helena answered his call. She was the first to walk into the room—I had expected her so I wasn't surprised. What I was surprised by was the shadowed figure following her. Ryan stepped out from the shadows, revealing his sexy frame. He wore a slightly different suit from his brother, but looked just as capable of making me wet—for some reason, men became infinitely hotter after stepping into a suit.

His lips curled into a smirk as he studied us.

Helena ushered Ryan into the room. "Your brother is here to see you, sir."

"Okay, thanks."

"You're welcome."

She left the office bearing a questioning look. It was pretty obvious that we had just gotten down and dirty from the way we appeared. Ryan confirmed that by saying, "You both had sex. I can smell it."

"Congratulations, master detective," I replied, clapping my hands in mock humor. "You two can have your brotherly talk; I need to get back to work."

I tried to strut past him, but before I reached the doorknob, a large hand clasped over the joint of my elbow, stopping me in my tracks.

Ryan turned me around to face him. "Actually, I came for you. You can't expect to just f**k my brother and then leave me hanging after that."