Going Down Hard (Billionaire Bad Boys 3)
“I’m not sure it matters anymore.” He’d felt lighter since leaving his mother’s house and unburdening himself. He was able to talk about their past today without rancor.
“My mother had only good things to say about you,” he told her.
She smiled at that.
“I take it your brother didn’t have great things to say about me though?”
“I take the Fifth.” She wriggled herself into a position where she could push herself up without flashing him in the process, and together they tossed the garbage into the trash can.
He decided to let the family issues go.
He lifted the blanket, folding it and placing it on the nearest chair. “So,” he said, turning to face her.
“So.” She leaned against the desk.
“Let’s not discuss family.”
“Good idea.”
He stepped closer, backing her against the desktop, his pelvis coming into contact with hers. She sucked in a shaky breath. “I thought I was here to work.”
“You are. You’re shadowing me, remember?”
“I don’t think I’ll be writing about how you’re trying to seduce your interviewer.” A teasing smile lifted her lips.
He reached out and pressed his thumb against her lower lip, causing a full-body tremble. “Good. I’d hate to think you were the type to kiss and tell.”
“I’m not.” She swall
owed hard, the long line of her throat moving up and down. “If you don’t want something printed, it won’t be. And I don’t want anything personal between us up for public consumption.”
“Fair enough,” he said, bracing his arms on either side of her body and sliding his lips along her jaw. The scent of her perfume assaulted his senses, going straight to his cock, which hardened as if on command.
“Mmm. How do you do it?” she asked.
“What?” He worked his way up her jawline, enjoying the taste and scent of her as she arched into him, her breasts pushing against the sweater he now regretted wearing. He’d prefer to feel the press of her hardened nipples against a light tee shirt. Weather be damned.
“How do you engage my entire body with a simple kiss?” Her hands came to his waist. She pulled up the sweater, her hot palms touching his skin.
“It’s us. This chemistry. It’s unique to us.” Mimicking her moves, he slid his hands inside her blouse, let his palms glide up her sides, until his thumbs grazed her nipples and she moaned out loud.
All he wanted to do was make her feel good. Watching her eyelids flutter closed, her lips part, the light flush cover her cheeks did something to him.
There was a reason he called her princess … maybe the pedestal he’d put her on years ago. Maybe the fact that there was a vulnerability beneath the strength she exuded. Or maybe everything about her just did it for him. Which made him want to give to her.
He plucked at her nipples, and she tilted her head back, pushing her breasts forward and into his hands. They felt like a fucking gift, and he treated them that way, cupping the heavy mounds and continuing to roll her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Her grip tightened on his hips. She liked what he was doing to her.
He intended to give her more. Add to the sensations. He eased a leg between her thighs, and soon she was rocking her pussy into the hard muscle of his thigh.
“Feel good?” he asked, continuing the nipple play. She was sensitive there, and for sure she felt the contractions deep in her sex.
“So good,” she said, her body shaking and on the edge.
Fuck. His cock was hard, his balls had drawn up, and he wasn’t the one who would be getting off from this. And that was okay. Another thing that made her unique. His desire for her pleasure over his own. Again.
He began to rock his thigh into the vee of her legs, and she rubbed herself against him, seeking harder, deeper pressure. He released her breasts, needing to kiss her. When she came, he wanted to taste her moans, to have his tongue tangled with hers, thrusting inside her mouth the way he couldn’t do with her body.
His lips caught hers. At the same time, he shoved her skirt up and slid his hand into her soaked underwear, his fingertip finding her clit.