Bet On It: An Age Gap Billionaire Office Romance(22)

I decided that he’d put his stamp of approval, and I was eager to get back and let the team know. In the meantime, I served myself a couple of dumplings and chicken wings.

I took a bite of a dumpling and the flavor burst on my tongue, making me moan. "This is so good. I've never had a dumpling so good."

"How about shrimp toast?" He picked up one of the shrimp toasts, dunking it into sauce and holding it out to me. Automatically, I opened my mouth and took a bite. I closed my eyes as more delicious flavor filled my mouth.

When I opened my eyes, he was still leaning in close, and I realized how intimate his feeding me was. In that second, the energy in the room changed. The atmosphere was charged with electricity.

He used his thumb to wipe my lower lip. "You have a little sauce there." His voice was rough as he brought his thumb to his mouth, sucking off the sauce.

My blood pounded as erotic energy coursed through me with heat and intensity. Our gazes held as the world dropped away, and there was only here and now, me and him, and a magnet pulling me to him.

When his lips touched mine, there was nothing else to do but to kiss him back. Fireworks exploded. Need pumped fire through my body straight down to my pussy.

He was too far away. I needed his hands on me. I needed my body against his.

His arm wrapped around me, and I willingly let him pull me to him, straddling him in his chair, rubbing my body over his hard length. But it still wasn’t enough.

Our lips fused as his hands slid up my thighs and under my skirt. I sent a silent thank you out to the universe that I still hadn’t replaced my nylons, and so the only thing blocking his access to my center were my panties. His finger slipped under the panel, rubbing my clit and then sliding down to tease my entrance.

It still wasn’t enough. My fingers unbuckled his belt and the button and zipper of his pants. I freed him and rose up as he pulled my panties aside. I impaled myself on him. Relief and pleasure and perfection hit all at once.





11





Reed





I should stop, but now that her body was wrapped around my cock, I was powerless to stop. Her pussy was wet and hot, sweet perfection.

“Fuck,” I groaned. I wrapped my hand around the back of her neck and pulled her to me, consuming her with my mouth. Fire rushed through my veins. Light filled my chest. Life . . . life like I hadn’t felt since I played hockey radiated through me. This . . . fucking her, in a restaurant, no less, might be wrong, but it felt right. Perfect.

Her body rocked, sending a feral growl from deep in my chest. “Yes . . . fuck, Analyn . . .” I gripped her hips, helping her rise and fall over my dick. God, how I wished we were naked so I could bury my face in her tits, suck her nipples.

Her fingers gripped my shoulders, her breath coming in pants as her pussy grew tighter with each slide.

“Yes . . . fuck, yes . . . I’m gonna come.” I was teetering on the edge, but I did my best to hold off. I focused on her. Moving with her. Knowing she was close too as our bodies rocked and rode until I could hardly breathe.

We peaked together, flew together, our bodies in perfect sync as pleasure consumed us both. It was like our bodies were made for each other. As we came down from the high, I wished more than anything that we were at my house. In my king-sized bed. I could picture her there, her lush, soft body warm and wanton in my sheets.

Unfortunately, we were in the middle of a restaurant. Yes, it was a private dining room, but our server could enter at any moment. As much as I wanted to draw this out, I knew I couldn’t. Still, I savored the sweet sensations for as long as I could. That was until Analyn’s head lifted and her gaze captured mine and in her eyes I saw regret.

"Oh, God." She scrambled off me, stumbling to her seat. She pressed the palms of her hands on the table like she was falling apart.

It fucking hurt to see her response because this wasn’t wrong. Except it was. At least in her mind. Sleeping with the boss would ruin her reputation and make those around her question whether she’d earned her job. So I did my damnedest to push away my own feelings and waited for her.

Her breaths were low and shallow, but finally, she took in a long breath, letting it out. Her head turned to me, and in her expression, I saw anger. "You couldn't even go a week."

She blamed me. I supposed I started it by kissing her. Or maybe it started by feeding her. Or inviting her to lunch. Hell, it might have started when I hired her.

"Well, at least you got a raise." Even as I said it, I knew it was weak and stupid. I was already wondering how I was going to justify doubling her salary when asked about it by HR or Catherine.

The anger was still in her eyes, but so were tears, and I hated even more how dismissive of her situation my words were.

"Right. A raise for services rendered."

Her tears got me, but her words pissed me off. This thing between us, despite how it started, wasn’t sordid. But again, I pushed my feelings away because I didn't want her to feel the way she clearly felt. I needed to figure out a way to fix this, but how?

The obvious answer was to end the bet, but the bet seemed like the best way to put roadblocks between us, what just happened notwithstanding.

"Okay, so how about we go double or nothing?"

She looked at me like I was a complete douchebag, and maybe I was.

"You’ve lost your mind."