Those Three Words: A Single Dad, Billionaire Boss Romance(66)

I can’t hold back. I tighten my hold on her neck as I empty myself down her throat.

“That’s a good girl. Swallow down every fucking drop.”

I glance out the window. We have less than ten minutes before we’re at the venue.

I reach down, pulling her mouth from my cock with a pop sound. I lift her dress up and pull her panties to the side, turning her so her back is to me before sliding her down on my cock.

“Ahh!” She reaches down, her hands gripping my knees at the intrusion.

“Sorry, baby. I don’t have time to get you ready. You’re gonna have to take me.” My words are strained as her tight little pussy milks my throbbing cock.

She moans as she finds a rhythm. I grab her hips, helping her raise and lower herself down on me.

I continue my verbal assault, not holding back on every filthy thought that I have in this moment.

“I want your belly and pussy full of my cum tonight.”

I move one of my hands to her shoulder, forcing her down onto me even harder. Her yelps and moans only spur me on.

“Everyone will know you’re mine. This pussy. Those tits. Your lips.”

I bring my thumb to my lips and get it wet before pressing it firmly against her back entrance. “This ass.”

She sucks in a sharp breath as I press harder, sliding an inch of it inside her. I feel her cunt tighten around me. “You like that, don’t you, filthy little girl. Fuck, I knew you would. Just wait till my cock fills you like this.”

We’re both teetering on the edge, hanging on by a thread when it finally snaps. I explode inside her, my vision blurring as my head falls back against the seat. My chest feels like it’s on fire.

Her legs tremble as I help her up. I reach into my pocket and pull out a handkerchief, sliding it between her thighs.

“I didn’t plan that, honestly,” I pant as I help her clean herself up before we both adjust our clothes and right ourselves.

“Your dress okay?”

“I don’t really care.” She smiles, her eyes sparkling.

“We’ve got a few moments to catch our breath. Here.” I hand her a bottle of water and open one for myself.

The event space looks fantastic. I throw two of these a year and each time I’m more impressed. I make a mental note to thank the team who handles it.

“I need a drink,” Margot whispers in my ear as she clings to my arm.

I don’t blame her for being nervous. This is an entirely new world to her and these people are sharks, wolves—predators. They can sniff out new blood from a mile away. Most of them are fine; I trust them with business, but when it comes to humanity, not as far as I can throw them.

I tighten my grip around her waist and steer her toward the bar. “That sounds like an excellent idea.”

“Old-fashioned and—”

“Prosecco, please.”

I chuckle.

“What?” She gives me that smile again. It’s flirty and cute. Inviting and dangerous.

“It’s just that”—I lean in close to her ear so no one can hear—“you order this sweet drink with such a sweet demeanor, and nobody would know that not fifteen minutes ago you had my cock stuffed down your throat.”

She bites her bottom lip, a pink glow spreading across her cheeks.

“Nothing to be embarrassed about, baby. I love that only I get to see that side of you.”

We stare at one another and it’s almost like there’s something being exchanged between us, something we haven’t expressed to each other before. But the moment quickly dissipates when the bartender places our drinks down in front of us.

“So, you already lost to me in bowling. What game can I kick your ass in here?”

“Damn, one glass of Prosecco and she’s already cocky.”

We do a quick round of obligatory meet and greets.

“Grayson, good to see you.” I shake his hand as his father approaches from the left.

“Graham, you son of a bitch, you did it again with this year’s party.” He claps my shoulder.

“Ted, I couldn’t do it without you and Grayson and your continued business. Just a small token to say thank you.”

I see Grayson’s eyes travel to my right where Margot is standing. I put my arm around her and pull her a little closer.

“This is Margot Silver, my girlfriend.”

It’s only a second but I see a small flash of something flutter across Margot’s face before she smiles widely. “Pleasure to meet you both.”

No, we haven’t discussed titles but it’s something I know we need to discuss and she’s made it clear it’s on her mind.

The conversation carries on for a few moments, quickly taking a deeper dive into some business discussions. I feel bad; this isn’t something Margot has any interest in and I see her gaze slowly drift from the group.

“I’m going to go get a refill,” she whispers in my ear as she lifts her glass.

“Sorry, it’ll just be a moment,” I say, giving her an apologetic look. She offers me back a sympathetic look of understanding and walks over to the bar.

I’m trying to stay engaged in the conversation as I watch Margot across the room. She smiles at the bartender, clearly making a joke because they both laugh. A flash of jealousy rears its ugly head, but then I feel at peace. Seeing her happy, laughing and enjoying herself, is all I want for her.