Intoxicated (Billionaire Bachelors Club #3.5)(19)

Matt chuckles, massaging my inner thighs with the tips of his fingers. “Oh yeah. Because I definitely plan on f**king you on this desk again.”

I finish unbuttoning his shirt and push it off his shoulders. He takes over, shaking it off so it lands on the floor, and I’m confronted with a wall of solid masculine flesh. I love how he’s built. All broad shoulders and firm muscle, the faintest amount of hair at the center of his chest—he’s beautiful. Warmth radiates from his skin, and his scent wraps all around me as I inhale deeply, breathing him in.

He’s addictive. Intoxicating. I can’t get enough of this man.

“We need to hurry,” I whisper before I press my lips to his chest, just above his right pectoral. “I have a meeting in fifteen minutes.”

“I’m afraid you’re going to miss it,” Matt says as he pushes the fabric of my skirt up until my thighs are completely exposed. “Or at the very least, you’ll be late. I’m sure your business partner won’t mind though.”

“My partner is supposed to be in this meeting too so we can’t miss it. And we really shouldn’t be late.” I reach for the waistband of his jeans and slowly undo his fly. “The people meeting with us are known to be very punctual.”

“Damn,” Matt mutters, shaking his head. He stands, grabs hold of my waist and pulls me to the very edge of the desk so my ass is half hanging off. “Guess I’ll have to make it quick then.”

His mouth returns to mine before I can say another word, his punishing kiss deep and hot and wet. I wrap my arms around his neck, gasping when he reaches for my panties. We make quick work of each other’s clothes, hands and mouths everywhere, and his erection probing at my entry within seconds.

“Please,” I whimper, spreading my legs as wide as I can. “Matt. I need you.” I feel greedy. Empty without him inside me.

He doesn’t answer. He doesn’t have to. Matt pulls me forward as he thrusts, his c**k imbedding deep. I lean back and rest my hands on the desk, wishing I was completely naked, wishing I could feel every blessed inch of him against me.

But this is going to be quick. Fast and easy and delicious and wicked. I watch him as he starts to move, his expression pained, his movements deliberate. He always puts such care into what we do, and I love it. I love him. I’m overwhelmed with the emotion that I have for this man, and I close my eyes. Losing myself in the way he rocks against me over and over, filling me completely, his hands everywhere at once.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice deep and thick with tension like it usually is just before he climaxes. “I love you so much, Bryn. I can’t get enough of you.”

“Yes,” I whisper, cracking my eyes open to find him watching me. “I love you too, Matt.”

“I wanna make you come,” he mutters as he starts to move faster, his breathing choppy as he hovers above me.

“Make me come, Matt. Touch me,” I whisper, urging him on, loving the appreciative growl he gives in response to my provoking words.

He touches my clit, circles it with his thumb before he presses hard. I concentrate on the way he moves inside of me, how thick he feels, the friction that’s created between us like we’re trying to spark a fire. I feel like we really could almost light a blaze, the attraction is so strong.

Murmuring encouragement, he circles my clit harder as he increases his pace. I move with him, desperate to find that delicious feeling again. Matt is the only one who can make me feel so good, so right. So completely, utterly myself.

I was never comfortable in my own skin; not until I met Matt.

“Don’t stop,” I say, my breath hitching when he touches me in a particular way, in a particular spot. “Just like that,” I encourage, whimpering with every stroke of his fingers, every stroke of his tongue. “Oh God, Matt. Please . . .”

“Come for me, Bryn,” he commands as if he knows just how close I am. I explode, my entire body wracking with shudders as the orgasm takes me completely over. I shudder and shake in his arms lifting away from the desk, so I can grip him and hold him close. He lets me but never slows his pace, pushing again and again until he’s the one who’s shouting and coming inside of me so hard, I swear at one point I’m afraid he’s going to collapse on top of me, and I won’t be able to move ever again.

“Well,” he says a few minutes later. “That was . . . good.”

I start to laugh. “More than good.”

“We’re good for each other,” he says softly, his fingers threading through my already mussed-up hair. “Don’t you think?”

“I don’t think, I know.” I smile and snuggle close to him, loving how cherished he makes me feel, how much he loves me. “I love you, Matt. I’m glad you crossed the line and decided to pursue me.”

Now it’s his turn to laugh. “I love you too. And I’m real f**king glad I decided to cross that line. I owe a lot of my pursuit to Ivy and Marina.”

“I know. The makeover and all that.” Those girls worked their hardest to put the two of us together and for that, I’ll be forever grateful to them.

“Not just that. They talked you up before the makeover,” he says, shocking me. “Once they nabbed their men, they decided I needed someone too. Which means I’m the one who won that damn bet, and I intend to finally collect.”