Bet On It: An Age Gap Billionaire Office Romance(42)

If she didn't tell me to stop or push me away now, I was going to strip my clothes off and hope to hell that she would let me fuck her right here. I'd never had sex in my private box. The thought of it was thrilling beyond belief. My two favorite things in the world, hockey and Analyn, were right here together. In this moment, my life was perfect.





22





Analyn





It was happening again. And it was all my fault. I knew the correct answer to the question. Wrist shot. I remembered when he had explained it to me. But with him sitting so close, looking so handsome, and seeing his jealousy at Bo’s attention, all I wanted to do was throw myself at him. So I got the answer wrong.

I should've known that Reed and I were unable to stick to only a kiss. Since the first time I met him, a kiss always led to sex. And like all the other times, I was helpless to say no. I didn't want to say no. The way he looked at me and touched me, a woman could live her whole life and never feel the way Reed made me feel. I was helpless to resist it. Hell, I craved it.

“Analyn.” His voice was strained, pained even.

I cupped him, squeezed.

He groaned, and all restraint left us both. He pushed my shirt and bra up, his lips wrapping around my nipple. Electric erotic sensation burst through me. In moments, our pants and underwear were off enough for him to slide inside me. God, it was like the most decadent chocolate when he entered me. My pussy throbbed and pulsed with need around him. My blood was coursing thick and hot through my body.

“You feel so fucking good.” He lightly bit my nipple and tugged.

“Oh!” My hips arched up as need ramped up. “Reed.” Desperation filled me. My orgasm sat on the edge, teetering as he moved in and out, in and out. I needed to come so badly, and at the same time, I never wanted it to end. I knew what awaited me after the big O. I didn’t want it. Not yet. All I wanted was to feel this man in me, around me. He made me feel things I never felt before. Things I always wanted to feel, and I cursed the gods for the obstacles in our way.

“Fuck. I’m coming.” He levered up on his hands, giving into his need. His thrusts became harder, faster, and it sent me soaring. Pleasure filled me, stealing my breath.

We continued to move together, drawing out the pleasure until finally, he collapsed over me.

As the high dissipated, regret took up the space it emptied. I did it again. I’d given in to desire when I shouldn’t have. Not only that, but we were in a public place. More public than the restaurant had been. Could fans at the other side of the rink see us? The door hadn't been locked. Anybody could've walked in.

"Don't, Analyn," Reed said, his fingers gently rubbing my cheek as his blue eyes looked down on me.

As risky as having sex in this location was, I knew that the real problem for me was the well of emotion in my chest. I wanted to give in to this thing between us, just as Reed had said.

But all the same problems existed—the risk of ruining my professional reputation. Our worlds were different. But the biggest problem was that I was falling for him, and that couldn’t happen. Sure, Reed was attracted to me, but he felt that this was a chemistry that would eventually burn out. He wasn’t in love with me. He wouldn’t fall in love with me. So, allowing myself to fall deeper and deeper into him meant the biggest risk I was taking was with my heart.

I pressed my hands on his chest, gently pushing because it was hard to think with him looking at me so sweetly, continuing to feel the pulse of him inside me.

"We can't keep doing this. If we do, we’re going to get caught, and things will explode for the both of us."

His expression showed reluctance, but he pushed away, helping me sit up. "Didn't we already determine how little control we had over this?"

I pulled my clothing back together. "What if the camera had caught us just now? We'd be on every news site and social media platform in a second. I can see the headline already. Billionaire Bangs Employee on a Bet at the Hockey Rink."

He adjusted his clothing. "That's a clunky headline."

Exasperated, I shot up from the couch. "You're not taking me seriously. We can't keep doing this."

The buzzer went off again, indicating the end of the game. On the ice, Bo, his teammates, and the home crowd let out a cheer.

"I need to go home."

"I'd like to see Pierce, and then I can arrange for you to go home."

I shook my head. "No, I want to go home now. I think it's better that we leave here separately so nobody sees us leaving together. So your friends don't see us together."

“My friend already saw us together.”

“They think I’m here as your employee. We need to keep it at that.”

He put his hands on his hips and turned his head, looking out toward the rink. I knew he wasn't taking in the celebration on the ice. He was frustrated, and at the same time, I could see he was trying to respect my wishes.

Finally, he turned back to me. "You're right, we can't continue on like this. Considering this is where we always end up, we need a different plan."

“The answer is for us to stay apart. I'm going to go now." I felt a bit histrionic as I hurried to the door and exited. I also felt a little bit like a bitch. It was wrong to always give in and then get mad. It was a wonder he didn't have whiplash.