Those Three Words: A Single Dad, Billionaire Boss Romance(62)

“Now,” I bark and she jumps before getting on all fours. She looks back over her shoulder at me and it’s a fucking fantasy.

“Goddamn,” I mutter as I drag my hands over her ass, gripping her cheeks to pull them apart. “Stay still,” I command as I lean in, dragging my tongue up her slick pussy before swirling it around her asshole.

“Oh.” She lurches forward at the foreign sensation, but I grip her hips back and pull her harder against my face.

I continue eating her out from behind as she grips the papers on my desk. Her moans fill the room and drive me absolutely fucking wild.

I’m not even close to getting my fill when she calls out my name, coming undone.

“You’re not?” She looks at me in confusion as I pull her dress down and help her back off the desk.

“Trust me, baby.” I kiss her lips softly as I help her situate herself. “Denying myself is the last thing I want right now.” I reach down and grab my cock that’s at full mast.

“But if I fuck you right now, it’ll turn into a marathon session, and I won’t get any work done tonight. I have a contract I need to look over for a very important meeting in a few days. Otherwise, I’d be buried in you right now, and honestly, after that view, it wouldn’t be in your pussy.”

I can see the shock settle on her face. “I told you I’ll have all of you someday. There will be no part of you I haven’t touched, tasted, or fucked.” I plant a soft kiss on her lips.

“You did taste.” A soft blush creeps up her neck. “It felt—good, really good.”

“Was that your first time?” I’m praying she says yes. I want to be the only man who’s had some part of her. She nods her head.

“Mmm.” I inhale sharply. “That makes me want to do it again all the more.”

“You can.” She wraps her arms around my neck, pressing her breasts against me. My cock is now pressed so firmly against my zipper it’s painful.

“Temptress,” I whisper.

She juts her bottom lip out in a pout. “Fine, but you’re missing out.”

She’s teasing me, and it’s adorable.

I reach out and poke her lip. “I’ll be up in a few hours. Make sure you’re in my bed. I promise that I’ll give you another orgasm between now and the morning.”

I spin her around toward the door and slap her ass. “Now, obey me before I lose my mind.”





21





MARGOT





“Mmm.” I push my naked body back against Graham’s hardened cock. “Looks like someone is happy to see me.”

“Very.”

I look over my shoulder and realize he’s several inches away from me.

What the?

“Is that your—?” I roll over. Yup, it is. “How are you poking me from that far away?” I laugh.

“Nine inches away to be precise,” he says, gripping the base as we both look at his impressive size.

Damn, how have I not realized just HOW huge he is?

“You’re telling me you’re just now realizing?” He laughs as he pulls me against his chest, burying his nose in my hair.

“Sorry, I’m always a little—preoccupied when your trouser snake is loose.”

That gets me a hearty laugh.

“I’ll run down and get us some coffee. You stay right here.” He reaches down and pinches my ass. “Or there will be consequences.”

A tingle settles in my belly at the way he says the word consequences.

He slides out of bed, my body immediately missing his warmth as he pulls on his pajama bottoms and a t-shirt and heads toward the kitchen.

I roll over, staring up at the ceiling. I feel a sudden warmth settle over my body as I remember last night—Miss Perry walking in on Graham going down on me on his desk.

I groan, dragging my hands over my face.

“She’s never going to let me forget that.”

I quickly scamper to the bathroom, realizing my morning breath is a bit too ripe. I use my finger and some toothpaste to freshen up before walking into Graham’s closet.

As I suspected, it’s immaculate. Suits hang in color-coordinated rows followed by a row of perfectly pressed, crisp shirts—also color-coordinated. Everything is a beautiful light wood, maybe maple or oak. I reach over and flick the switch, and the lights set to an ambient, soft glow.

There are a few shelves of shoes, mostly dress, some casual. There are also several drawers but I feel a little too nosy opening any of them. If I had to guess, I’d say they’re full of watches and ties, probably those fancy cuff links he’s always fidgeting with as well.

I glance to the other corner where casual clothes are sorted. I grab one of the black t-shirts and pull it on, bringing it to my nose. It smells like him, a soft soapy scent with hints of teakwood. The only reason I can pick up on that scent is the candles I’m forever buying at Bath & Body Works.

“Margot?”

I turn the lights off and walk back through the closet and bathroom. “Hey, I was just grabbing a shirt. Coffee smells amazing.”

I walk across the room and go to reach for a mug just as he steps toward me, wrapping an arm around my waist.

“Thought I said don’t move. Now you have to be punished.”