Tapping The Billionaire (Bad Boy Billionaires #1)(51)

In an instant, his laughter was gone, a look of pure, unadulterated longing taking its place. For two days, we’d practically crawled all the way inside each other, we’d had so much physical contact, but it’d been a long time since then.

For a few moments, all we did was stare at each other. I was straddling Kline’s lap, his muscular thighs forcing my legs to spread that perfect amount. Only a few measly inches kept me from finding out if he was as turned on as I was. And judging by the look on his face, if I pressed my hips to his, I’d hit the cock landmine.

“Dessert named Georgia?” He caressed the sliver of skin that was exposed above the waistline of my skirt. His lips were near my ear. “I’m certain this is something I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from devouring.”

Oh, my…

His hands disappeared under my flowy skirt and gripped my ass, pulling at the cheeks to open me farther to him. Only a minuscule piece of lace was separating his fingers from touching my bare skin. Kline’s hips ground into mine, and I had to swallow the moan threatening to spill from my lips. He wanted this as much as I did. The evidence was hard and ready between my thighs.

My breathing turned ragged, heart pounding inside my chest.

I loved seeing this side of him. The all-business, Armani-suited CEO getting messy and wild, with me. His reserved side morphing into a man possessed by passion and desire. I felt possessive, wanting to be the only woman who could affect him this way.

I should’ve been freaked out over the idea that someone could walk into his office and find us in this precarious position, but all I could think about was wanting him to push himself against me, harder, rougher. Good God, I wanted more. So much more.

His lips moved from my ear to my jaw to the sensitive, toe-curling spot on my neck. His teeth just barely scraped at the pulsing vein, and a shiver rolled down my spine. If he kept this up, I’d end up doing something I shouldn’t. Like unzip his pants and offer up my V-card as tribute.

Get it together, Georgia.

“Kline?”

“Don’t worry,” he whispered against my skin. “I won’t let this get out of hand.”

But he didn’t disentangle us. No. He did the complete opposite.

He kissed me hard, delving deep enough to brand me, while our tongues tangled in an inferno of want and need and crazy desire.

Sliding a hand up my blouse and underneath my bra, Kline brushed his thumb across my nipple.

I moaned into his mouth, biting at his bottom lip.

“Fuck,” he breathed, still cupping my breast.

I sucked at his tongue as my hips circled his, savoring the feel of his cock pressed against my *. Even though we were both fully clothed, I could practically feel every inch of him. And hot damn, there were a lot of inches.

He pulsed upward and my * clenched in empty agony.

“Oh, yes, yes, Kline, yes,” I whispered, my head falling back.

Our ragged, wanton breaths were the only sounds filling the four walls of his office.

“You’re driving me wild.” His hand covered mine, moving it down to cup him through his slacks. “I want you so f*cking bad.”

Self-control was nowhere in sight as I went for his belt, fingers sliding against the cold metal of his buckle. The only thing that mattered was touching him. More of him. All of him. I wanted Kline hard and ready and bared in my needy hands.

“Mr. Brooks, your four o’clock is here. Should I send him back?” Pam’s voice echoed from the intercom.

We froze, startled by the interruption.

“Christ,” Kline muttered, his eyes clenched and forehead pressing against mine.

My cheeks turned a terrifying shade of red once realization set in. “I-I should probably leave,” I stuttered, attempting to un-plaster myself from him.

“Hold on.” He gripped my hips, stopping my momentum. He leaned forward, one finger pressing the intercom to respond. “Just give me a minute, Pam. I’m just finishing up signing some contracts for Georgia.”

I was thankful he still had enough brainpower to think of an excuse for me to be in here. Telling Pam that he needed a minute to remove his Director of Marketing from his dick wasn’t the best scenario for either of us.

“Hey,” he whispered, cupping my cheeks. “Don’t freak out.”

“I’m not freaking out.”

“Are you sure?” He smirked. “Because that deer-in-headlights look you’ve got going on says otherwise.”

I glared. “That’s not the look I’m giving you.”

He mimicked my wide-eyed stare before his face morphed into a teasing grin.

“Excuse me for being a little freaked out that someone could have walked in and found us going at each other like a couple of horny teenagers. Speaking of which, you should probably let me up.”

He massaged my ass. “Only if you promise to let me finish dessert later.”

Dear God, what was he trying to do to me?

I couldn’t hide my smile. “You’re trouble. Big fat f*cking trouble.” I shoved at his chest and proceeded to remove myself from his lap. Straightening my clothes, I glanced down at his disheveled attire. “And you look ridiculous. Like some woman was in here mauling you with red lipstick.” My crimson lips were branded across his face and neck.

It was absurd, but mostly just f*ck-hot.