Bet On It: An Age Gap Billionaire Office Romance(57)

Even so, her words were like a balm to my tattered heart. I straightened from the desk and stepped toward her. I drew my finger down her cheek and was pleased when she tilted her head into it, into my touch. "I've missed you, Analyn."

She looked at me with wariness in her eyes. "How's that possible? A couple of days ago, you were essentially suggesting I was pimping myself out—"

I covered her lips with my finger. "I'm sorry about that. I was wrong. Temporary insanity caused by jealousy." I watched her for a moment, wanting to see a sign that she might be softening to me. "In frustration."

"Frustration?"

"The back and forth with you. It's difficult to let something go when you want it so badly. And I want you."

I leaned in, moving slowly, though, giving her the chance to step away or stop me. But she didn't. As I drew closer, her head tilted up and her eyes drifted closed. I took that as a sign. A good sign. I pressed my mouth over hers, and sparks exploded, igniting liquid fuel in my blood.

“I missed you,” I murmured again against her neck as I let my hands roam over her body. I wished we were anywhere but here. Actually, I wished we were at my home. In my big-ass king sized bed where I could strip her and take my time. I wanted to touch and taste every inch of her.

“Reed.”

I loved the way my name sounded on her lips. Especially as a sigh. A sigh of surrender.

I considered lifting her skirt and taking her right there on my desk, fast and furious, but I didn’t want our coming together to be so feral.

I maneuvered her to the couch, divesting her of her panties on the way. She pushed me back, and I bounced as my ass hit the couch. Then she straddled me and my heart sang. Up until that moment, I was working hard to distract her so she wouldn’t say no. But now I knew she was with me.

I unbuttoned her blouse and buried my face in her perfect, round, soft tits. I sucked her lace-covered nipple, loving how she gasped and rubbed her pussy against my dick. Thank fuck, she undid my pants and freed him. She rose over me and sank down. Echoes of relief and satisfaction filled my office. Anyone outside my door would likely know what was going on. That alone should have had me stopping. Not that I gave a shit, but I knew Analyn did. But then she rocked over my cock, and all thought left my mind. I surrendered to feelings and sensations.

“Oh, God.” Her fingers gripped my shoulders as she rode me.

I held her hips, helping her along. I licked her nipple, and her pussy contracted hard around me.

She buried her face in my neck. “I’m coming,” she said in a harsh whisper. I realized she was trying to be quiet. Fuck, I wished we were in my bed so she could scream in ecstasy.

Her body tensed, she gripped my cock, and I knew she was there. I wanted to see her face. To see as pleasure cascaded through her, but it was still hidden against my neck.

As the pulsing of her body subsided, I pushed her back on the couch, withdrawing and sliding down her body.

“I’m thirsty for your juices, Analyn.”

She didn’t have time to respond before I was devouring her sweet juices. Only after she came again did I rise over her and re-enter her. I sank into her, feeling like here, with her, my world was right. Did she feel it? The inevitability of us?





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Analyn





Here I go again. The words chanted in my brain as a reminder that I shouldn't be doing this. But like all the times before, I ignored it because I wanted him. Needed him.

And it wasn't just lust that was fueling my need. The sensations went beyond the erotic. Yes, he had hurt me with his terrible accusations, and for that alone I should have been pushing him away. But to a certain extent, I was complicit in the situation between us. How many times had I given in to him like this and then run away? Every time, including that first night over a month ago. It was no wonder he thought I was a tease.

The truth of the matter was that I wanted Reed. I wanted the interesting, sexy, lonely man I met at the bar. I wanted the sweet man who took me into his home and gave me the robe off his back when I’d gone to him after fleeing the encounter with Paul. I wanted the playful man I'd been with during the hockey game. I wanted him, heart and soul. And based on the fact that I couldn't stop this encounter, just like I hadn’t been able to stop all the other ones in the past, it meant that it had always been like this.

There was so much at risk, but I pushed those thoughts out of my mind. I didn't want to think about it, not when I had the man I wanted touching me.

I’d been aware that we were in his office and did my best to keep quiet as I rode him and came hard. He hadn’t come with me. Instead, he pushed me back and then used his mouth to push me up into the stratosphere again. I had bitten my fist to keep from screaming out in pleasure.

And then he rose over me, his blue eyes filled with desire and maybe something more as he thrust inside me. Perfection. That was what it felt like when he was inside me. It filled me physically but also emotionally. I’d never felt that with any other man. In moments like this, I wanted to quit my job, take away the one big issue between us. It would be stupid to change my life simply for the hope that a man would want me for more than sexual release. Luckily for me, when the orgasms were done, my common sense returned.

But right now, I perched on the edge of another orgasm. One that was promising to be as hard and pleasurable as the last two.