Those Three Words: A Single Dad, Billionaire Boss Romance(44)

I reach my hand between her thighs. This time I don’t stop. I press my hand against her panties. “Just like I thought, you’re fucking soaked.” I rub my thumb over her. “I want to bury my face in your pussy but I’ll save that for later.”

She whimpers, fucking whimpers, driving me insane. “I want to see your cunt, baby.” I yank her dress up forcefully before pulling her panties to the side. “Fuck me.” I grind my teeth as I look down at her little pink slit, begging to be stuffed.

“Please,” she begs as she paws at me.

“Oh, are you begging me?” I run my thumb up and down her slit a few times, her thighs beginning to quiver.

“Yes, please, please.” She repeats her plea as I slide two fingers inside her.

I’m not gentle. I have no interest in being gentle with her tonight. I glance out the window; we’re nearly home.

“We’ve got about four minutes before we’re home, baby. Let’s see if we can make you squirt.”

“I—I don’t know if I can,” she pants.

I hook my fingers as I find that spot inside her, applying pressure on her lower belly with my other hand. I thrust my fingers inside her as her fingers dig into my biceps.

“You’re certainly aroused enough,” I groan as her juices drip down my fingers.

She’s moaning so loud I know Phil can hear her but I don’t give a shit. I work her over harder and faster, her walls clenching around me as I tease her clit. I clamp my teeth down around her nipple as an animalistic scream erupts from her throat and she clenches my fingers with her pussy.

Her body convulses as an orgasm rips through her. I look down, watching as she squirts all over my shirt. I continue fucking her with my fingers till she rides out the last waves of pleasure and the car comes to a stop in front of the house.

I slide my fingers from her, her body limp against mine. This time, I let myself taste her. I bring my fingers to my mouth, the scent heavenly as I lick them clean.

I can feel the fingers on my other hand digging into her hip. She’ll have a bruise, no doubt. The only thing I can focus on right now is getting her inside and as far away from me as possible before I completely ruin her in this back seat.





15





MARGOT





I feel like I’m floating above my body, watching myself as I fall against Graham’s chest in exhaustion.

I feel him remove his fingers from me, bringing them to his mouth. His moan is guttural as his fingers dig into my hip so hard I have to hold back tears. I can feel him shaking beneath me. I think he’s going to give in and take me when I hear the back door open and the overhead light comes on.

“Thanks, Phil,” he says, wrapping his arms around me and holding me against him as he climbs out of the car.

I wrap my arms tightly around his neck, my lips resting against his skin. I can taste the saltiness of the sweat on his neck.

The house is completely dark and silent. It’s probably after midnight at this point. I bury my face in him as he carries me up the stairs and down the hall to my room. He stops at my door, sliding my body down his slowly till he steadies me on my feet.

I look down at his shirt. Oh my God, it’s wet! I feel my hand cover my eyes in embarrassment, but he grabs it and pulls it away from my face.

“Don’t,” he whispers before planting a soft kiss on my forehead.

He reaches behind me, opening the door and walking me just inside. I keep walking through the sitting area until I reach the bedroom door, but he doesn’t follow. I turn back around and look at him. He hesitates, then takes a few more steps toward me.

“You need sleep,” he says as he reaches for the hem of my dress, dragging it slowly up my body and over my head. It falls to the floor and my hands involuntarily come up to cover my breasts.

“I need a shower,” I say, glancing toward the bathroom.

He steps around me, walking into the bathroom and turning on the light. I hear the water turn on. He steps into the doorway, reaching his hand out toward me.

He pulls me into the bathroom, turning me to face the mirror as he stands behind me, his hands on my shoulders. He pulls my hair to the side, kissing my neck softly, then my shoulder. His fingertips glide down my arms till they rest on my waist. His eyes catch mine in the mirror as his fingers stop at where he was grabbing me in the car.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, rubbing the spot that’s already beginning to welt and bruise. Goosebumps break out across my skin as my head lulls back against him. His hands circle my waist, sliding down over my belly before moving back up my body to cup my breasts.

“I won’t join you in the shower; it’s too tempting.” He massages my breasts, wetness pooling again between my thighs.

“I want more.” My voice is heavy with need.

“So do I, but it’s late and you need sleep.” He hooks his thumbs in my panties, lowering himself as he drags them down my thighs. I turn and look over my shoulder. His gaze is settled on my ass. He looks up at me, then leans in and plants a soft kiss to each cheek before standing back up.

I can feel his cock pressing against my crack. I press back against him and hear his sharp intake of breath. Before I can register it, he pulls his hand back and brings it down swiftly against my cheek.

“Ow!” I yelp and he clamps his hand over my mouth.