Surprise Baby for my Billionaire Boss

“I want you to fuck me,” I said. There was no point being coy about it.

Evan raised his eyebrows, a little surprised. Good to know I could still do that to him.

“Come inside,” he said.

I stepped in through the door, and he closed it behind me. The moment I was inside and the door was closed, Evan stepped against me, pushing me backward until my back hit the wall next to the door. He pinned me with his hips, his face so close to mine I could see the small creases and wrinkles around his eyes.

“You’re a bad girl,” he said.

“Very,” I breathed. “I couldn’t help it.”

He pressed his lips against mine. He gyrated his hips, grinding himself against me. I moaned against his lips. His hands were on my hips, and I ached for him to put them on my breasts. He didn’t and that just made me hornier. God, I wanted him.

“Touch me,” I whispered, breaking the kiss.

We were both breathing hard already, our chests rising and falling. I was aware of my breasts, naked underneath my shirt, nipples rubbing up against the material of my shirt as I breathed.

“Come with me,” Evan said, taking my hand. He didn’t humor me and give me what I asked.

He led me through his mansion to the bar where we’d had wine the other day. I didn’t need alcohol to loosen me up this time.

“Evan,” I started, but he cut me off with another kiss, his tongue pushing into my mouth and exploring me. For a moment I was rendered useless, melting into him. When he broke the kiss, my body was on fire. I wanted him, and I wanted him now.

“I want to fuck you on the bar,” Evan said.

Heat coursed through my body. It hadn’t been a question, and he didn’t give me time to respond before he kissed me again. He put his hand on my breast and massaged me.

“You’re not wearing a bra,” he said against my lips.

“It makes it easier to get naked,” I said.

Even moved his hand down to the bottom of my skirt, pulling it up and sliding his fingers between my legs.

“You’re not wearing panties, either,” he said, pushing his finger into my slit. I moaned.

“And you’re already wet.”

I nodded. I was wet. I was so turned on, I felt like I could spontaneously combust.

“We’ll have to do something about this,” he said. He reached behind me and found the short zipper for the skirt. How did he know how it worked? Maybe he was an expert in removing women’s clothing. The skirt fell to the floor, and I stood before him in only my boots and my shirt, my pussy naked.

Evan kneeled before me, pulling me closer to him with his hands around my legs. I gasped as he pressed his face against my pussy, sticking his tongue out and licking me. I widened my stance to give him access, and he flicked his tongue over my clit.

I pushed my fingers into his short, dark hair, tipped my head back, and moaned.

Evan worked me over for a while, licking me and sucking on me. I gasped and moved myself against him.

After a while, he got up and kissed me again. He grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head in one swift movement, and suddenly, I was naked.

“You’re still dressed,” I said. He wore jeans and a collared t-shirt–casual but put together.

“You’re still wearing your boots,” he said.

I bent down and took off my boots. When they were off, I was completely naked.

Evan kissed me again. I reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it up the same way he’d done with me. He helped me, and in no time at all, he was naked, too.

“Better?” he asked.