The Billionaire's Marriage Proposal (Billionaire Bachelors #4)(28)

“The woman is taken,” Trenton’s voice said from behind, as his arms snaked around her waist and pulled her tightly to him. She was shocked by his behavior, as she’d never before seen him act so possessively. It wasn’t like they were on a real date, anyway. She was his employee and he was simply showing her the town on a business trip.

He didn’t give her time to say anything else, he just steered her toward a door, where his guards were, and led her outside to his waiting car. She slid in, feeling slightly buzzed and completely euphoric because of the wonderful night. Even his bad temper did nothing to her great mood.

“That was amazing. I’m certainly going to have to go to shows in the states. I know I won’t get nearly as good of seats, but I don’t think it will matter whether you’re in the luxurious boxes or the back row. The music is so powerful it will carry to the furthest reaches of the theatre,” she said to him. He noticed her hand once again stroked the jewelry, as it had all evening.

He could care less about the expensive pieces and found himself even more frustrated she was still worried about it. He pulled her across the car and locked his lips onto hers, taking both of their breaths away. The driver pulled up to their hotel and he reluctantly released her, neither of them saying a word on the long elevator ride to the top floor.

They entered the room and she shrugged out of her jacket, leaving her before him in the dress that had bothered him all evening. He poured them each a drink and handed hers over. She greedily sipped from the cup. He swallowed his in one shot, his nerves fried.

“Thank you for another wonderful day, Mr. Anderson,” she said and turned toward her room. He stared at her in shock. She almost got away he was so stunned by her words. He finally got his footing just as she stepped through her doorway, and barged in after her, before she had a chance to shut the door and lock him out. Hell, he’d have broken the door down anyway, with the mood he was in.

“How the hell can you call me Mr. Anderson after the last few days we’ve had?” he shouted. She looked at him a bit stunned and took a step back. He slowly followed her, not letting his prey out of his sight.

“Y…you are my boss,” she stuttered, seeming to realize the anger she’d caused in him and quickly making a retreat.

He followed her until her knees hit the bed and she had nowhere else to go. They were both breathing heavily as he stood with only inches separating them.

“I think we’re far past the formality, Jennifer, and you know it. It’s just your way of trying to create distance and I’m done with that,” he growled and didn’t give her a chance to respond. He took her in his arms and smashed his lips down on hers, all his days of frustration pent up in the long kiss.

She stood in his arms for a moment, shocked, and then her body erupted greater than any volcano could have. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and she kissed him back just as passionately as he was possessing her. She couldn’t get enough of him and found there were too many clothes in the way.

She knew she may regret her decision in the morning, but she didn’t care anymore. She was tired of the aching and she was done lying to herself. She wanted him.

He unzipped her dress and it fell in a puddle on the floor, leaving her standing before him in nothing more than a wisp of fabric covering her womanhood, and a very sexy garter belt and heels. His hands raced up and down her slender body, stopping at her rounded curves, to mold and shape them with his hands.

Her own hands pushed his jacked off and was ripping his tie away. Neither of them had the patience to deal with his buttons, and his own hands came up and ripped the shirt open so her hands could rub over his powerful chest, so smooth and hard beneath her touch.

He groaned into her mouth, when her fingers encircled his nipples and squeezed them, learning there shape. She wanted to taste him and moved her head down his neck, his skin tasting as good as it smelled. She bent further and circled his hardened nipple, gently nipping it, causing him to groan. He pulled her head back up, bringing their lips together again in another scorching kiss.

She reached down and unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down his hips, along with his boxer shorts. Her small hand gripped his throbbing erection, which jumped at her smooth touch. She rubbed her thumb over his slick head and he groaned into her mouth again. He pulled away from her, knowing he’d cum in her hand if she didn’t stop. He needed to sink into her hot folds, and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer if she continued to stroke him.

He tossed her on the bed, quickly following her, and ran his tongue down the smooth column of her throat. She tasted of strawberries and something else he couldn’t describe. It didn’t take him long to reach the lush mounds of her breasts and he quickly sucked her hardened nipple into his mouth, causing her back to arch off the bed, pushing herself harder into his face.

He cupped her breasts, massaging them with his mouth and hands, making her cry out in pleasure. Then, he trailed his mouth down her flat stomach, circling the tiny dent at her naval, loving the feel of her body. Finally, he made his way to her most sacred place, gripping her hips in his hands, as he sunk his face into her moist heat.

The first taste of her made his own erection jump painfully. Her moans of pleasure almost sent him over the edge. He swiped his tongue along her pink folds, then sucked her hardened nob into his mouth, tasting her and pleasuring her in a way he’d never enjoyed pleasuring any other woman.