Bet On It: An Age Gap Billionaire Office Romance(31)

I nodded. "I like it when you touch me too."

His eyes flashed with wild passion. He set the bottle of wine on the counter, and then his hands and lips were on me.

No, no, no, my brain screamed, but there was no turning back. I wanted this. I wanted him. Reed had a way of touching me that went beyond pleasure.

“Analyn,” he murmured against my neck. “Fuck, I want you.”

I responded with a groan. Finding his dick, I wrapped my hand around it and squeezed. In an instant, I was moved across the room. The robe and my clothes were off by the time he lifted me onto the kitchen table.

He dropped to his knees. “My mouth has been watering to taste you again.”

I didn’t have time to respond before his mouth was on my pussy, devouring me.

“Reed!” I cried out as pleasure rocketed through me, pushing me up and up. I gripped the edge of the table, sure I’d scatter into a million pieces when he made me come.

“Come, Analyn. Let me drink you up.” His tongue lapped through my folds and then slid inside me, flicking along my sensitive walls. His thumb rubbed over my clit. The dual sensations shot me to the heavens.

He made noises like he was enjoying a sumptuous meal as he licked and sucked, and I came long and hard until I fell back like a wet noodle on the table.

He lifted my legs, which had to be a feat since they were dead weight. He rested them on his shoulders and then he plunged inside me. I arched and moaned again as wondrous sensations shimmered through me again.

“Jesus fuck, you feel good.” He rocked back and drove in again.

That was the problem. This was so good. Too good. I was risking it all for an orgasm from this man. It was crazy. No orgasm, no man was worth risking my job for . . . right?

“Do you feel me inside you? Do you feel what you do to me?”

“Yes.” He felt magnificent. And with each thrust the friction only got better.

“Tell me. Tell me you feel it.”

For a moment, I wondered if he was talking about something else. That he was feeling more. Oh, how I wanted that. Except no, I couldn’t want that.

He withdrew. “Tell me.”

“I feel you. God, don’t stop.”

He rewarded me by thrusting in hard, making me see stars.





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Reed





We shouldn't be doing this. She'd made the first move, but I felt certain that when we were done, there would be regret. I wasn't sure I could handle that.

Oh, who was I kidding? I wouldn't like it if she regretted this, but I would handle it because the alternative would be to stop now. Stop kissing her. Stop touching her. And I couldn't stop even if I wanted to. Well, that wasn’t exactly true. If she told me to stop, I would in a heartbeat. But she wasn't telling me to stop. She was telling me the opposite.

“I feel you. God, don’t stop.”

I thrust in hard, wanting her to feel how we were together. I understood her concerns, but Jesus, wasn’t this . . . whatever this was between us . . . worth exploring? I knew it was for me.

I watched her tits as they swayed each time I plunged in. God, I wanted to touch and suck them. I removed her legs from my shoulders, wrapping them around my hips. Then I leaned over, and holding her tits, I sucked a hard pink nipple into my mouth.

“Oh!” She gasped, her pussy contracting around my dick and making me groan.

I refocused, sucking on the other nipple as I pinched the first one. All the while, I drove into her in a steady rhythm. A rhythm that was getting harder to keep as need coiled tight in my balls.

“Come, Analyn. I want to feel you come all over my cock.”

“Oh, God!” Her body arched and her hips rocked, her head tilted back. She was close. Reaching for pleasure. She was so goddamned beautiful.

And then she was there. Her breath caught, and her pussy clamped around my dick like it wouldn’t ever let go. I wished it wouldn’t. I wished she wouldn’t let go.

“Yes! Fuck . . . yes.” My orgasm slammed into me like a freight train. I gripped her hips and fucked her fast and hard until I couldn’t see straight.

When I went over the peak, disappointment filled me. I didn’t want to be done. Not yet. Not when I knew she’d pull away from me again.

I collapsed over her, my breath harsh against her neck as my heartbeat continued to thunder in my chest. Could she feel it?

I nuzzled my lips just below her ear. "Please don't regret this." It was pathetic how fragile my ego was at this moment. Being with Analyn was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. Seeing regret in her eyes would gut me.

She sighed, pressing her hand against my chest, pushing me back to give her space.

I moved, but only slightly. Only enough to look down into her beautiful face. But she kept her head tilted down. Did she do that so I wouldn't have to see the regret?

"It's not regret." She lifted her gaze, and I looked into her lovely dark eyes. Maybe it wasn't regret, but it still wasn't good.

The coward in me refused to ask her what it was she was feeling. Instead, I said, "The attraction is strong. We can't seem to keep our hands off each other." I wanted to let her know how much I desired her but also have her know that it wasn't one-sided. Was I the only one feeling this? It couldn’t be. Tonight, and earlier in the week at the restaurant, she'd been an active participant. Hell, she’d made the first move tonight, unless the way I brushed up against her to get the wine counted as a move on my part. It might have. I could have let her know what I needed, and she’d have stepped away. But I took the opportunity to get close to her. Fuck. Maybe it was my fault again.