Stranded with a Billionaire (Billionaire Boys Club #1)(41)

“I’m thinking they’ve already guessed,” she said between kisses, groaning as his fingers continued to skate over her n**ples. “And I’m thinking I don’t care that much. I just want you.”

Her words made his c*ck ache with need. He groaned against her mouth, letting his hands slide to her jeans, and he paused there, waiting to see her reaction. They were in a walk-in freezer, after all. He wouldn’t have blamed her if she wanted to continue this some other time.

But she brushed his hands aside and undid the buttons of her jeans, shoving them down her h*ps even as they continued to kiss, her lips moving over his with the same desperation he felt.

She broke the kiss after a moment, then slid out of his lap and shucked her jeans, tossing them to the floor. Skimpy panties cupped the curves of her ass, and he couldn’t resist running a hand up the bared flesh of her smooth thighs. So beautiful. So sexy.

“I want you, Bront?,” he told her in a low, husky voice.

“I want you too, Logan,” she breathed, stepping in close and straddling his h*ps again. “Make love to me.”

Before she could sit down in his lap again, he undid his belt and unzipped his slacks. He shoved his boxers down, freeing his c*ck from the restraints that were making him ache. The bite of the cold air was bracing, but not so cold that it was disturbing. But when she moved in close and slid into his lap again, her warm thighs hugging him and the hot cradle of her sex cupping his cock, he groaned. She felt so good. Strange that he’d missed being with her this quickly. He could take or leave most women. Relationships were time-consuming and not worth the effort. But Bront? was different.

He pulled the condom from his wallet and tore it open, shifting the warm, delicious woman in his lap so he could roll it on. She pressed her br**sts to his face in response, and he bit at her nipple through the fabric of her shirt.

She whimpered, the sound making his c*ck throb in response.

And then the condom was on. Thank God. He needed to be in her, now. Logan ran a finger up the seam of her sex—she was already wet and waiting for him. With a groan, he pushed aside the fabric of her panties, exposing her slick p**sy. He rubbed a finger along her folds, watching her reactions until she was moaning against him, her fists clutching his lapels.

“Please.”

He sank home inside her.

She cried out softly, and he inhaled at the sensation of her, so tight and hot around his cock. She felt so good. “Bront?,” he murmured, his hands going to her h*ps and dragging her upward and then slamming her back down again. “My Bront?.”

“Yours,” she whispered, her h*ps following his lead. She began to buck and ride him, increasing the motion of his thrusts with her own hip movements, until he was pounding into her, and she squeezed her eyes shut tight with pleasure, gasping with every thrust. “Yours, Logan.”

He came with a groan, unable to hold back. The f**king had been quick, brutal. And she hadn’t come, he realized, even as his own release flooded out of him. But she only kissed him and rubbed her body against him, still rocking even though he was no longer thrusting. Telling him that it was all right, that she’d enjoyed herself even if she hadn’t come.

But he was going to make this good for her, too. He slid a hand between them and stroked down her belly until he felt the damp nest of curls. Then he pushed his thumb deeper until he hit her clit, and began to rub.

She stiffened against him, her fingers digging in, her eyes going wide. His other hand moved to the back of her neck, and he pulled her in for a searing kiss, silencing her cries even as he began to rapidly flick her cl*t with his thumb, bringing her over the edge.

She didn’t last long, either. Her tense body began to shudder almost immediately, her groan of his name swallowed by his kiss. Her p**sy spasmed around him, clenching him tight like a vise.

And then she was falling against him, replete.

He pressed a kiss to her forehead, and she absently trailed her fingers over his jaw.

“Can I make a suggestion to my new manager?” she asked in a drowsy, sated voice.

“Ask away.”

“I recommend tossing out this food,” she murmured. “I don’t know that I could serve it to anyone after knowing what we just did in here.”

He chuckled. “I’ll take that into consideration. But you’re not going to be here to serve it, Bront?. You’re going to be with me.”

“I shouldn’t go with you, but I’m going to anyhow. The others are going to talk a mile a minute if I leave with you for a week.”

He wanted to tell her that it’d be more than just a week, but there was no sense in alarming her if she was still skittish. “You can tell them you’re doing training at my corporate office if anyone asks.”

“I’m not sure they’d approve of that kind of training,” she said with a wry smile.

“They wouldn’t dare say anything to you,” Logan said. “Not if—”

“Logan,” she said in a warning tone.

“You’re going to the corporate office to represent your company for a few business meetings,” he told her, smoothing a hand down her backside. “A few friendly, intimate business meetings.”

And night after night in his bed.

***

Getting out of the restaurant was more embarrassing than Bront? had imagined. Her cheeks were flushed a bright red as they left the kitchen. Logan had raked a hand through his hair and straightened his clothes, and he looked fine. Her? Her mouth red from his kisses, and her hair was loose around her shoulders. She was pretty sure her jeans were dirty from where she’d tossed them on the floor, too, but she supposed that didn’t matter.