Page 93 of Forbidden Billionaire
I don’t sit. Not while I’m still damp and keyed up from deadlifts and the quiet burn of the memory of spanking Seraphina and fucking her hard outside.
There was never any danger of us being seen, but the idea of the entire world seeing me possess her so completely began to soothe my inner demons.
I’d arrived at her place and taken in her loose, flowy hair and flirtatious, welcoming smile. A moment later, I realized she fully expected me to take her to dinner in that outrageous outfit.
Rage had turned my vision red, and I had to draw deep, deep, for self-control.
Then I discovered she wasn’t wearing panties.
The spanking I gave her wasn’t a game to me. I was fucking pissed.
It was one thing for me to demand her panties when she was wearing a sundress that covered her, but last night’s choice barely brushed the tops of her thighs.
A breeze as we were exiting the car would have shown her beautiful cunt to anyone who was watching.
Anger demanded I spank her, claim her. And the only goddamn thing it did was prove to me how much she meant to me.
Making love to her helped me harness my untamed side.
But this morning, Walt requested another meeting.
And I hate how his words from Sunday replay in my head. More, I despise that he might have a point.
When it comes to Seraphina…I am blinded by lust.
It’s not just her beauty—that amazingly curvy body—it’s her soft, submissive sigh. And even more than that…her stunning intellect.
She can keep up with me, has no interest in idle gossip or spending my money on designer clothes, trips, massages, or facials.
In fact, if I even suggested she take a spa day on my dime, she’d probably toss a bottle of glycolic acid at my skull.
Even though I might deny it, Seraphina Hollis is my temptation. My obsession.
I’m torn up inside, but Celeste seems oblivious.
She’s made herself comfortable in a chair, and she’s observing me.
I fold my arms and perch on the edge of my desk. If I don’t give her what she wants, the annoying-as-fuck woman will still be in my office when I get out of the shower.
“Walter called me. He’s concerned.”
Goddamn prick.
“You’re fucking her, aren’t you?”
“Jesus. Not you too.”
She laughs once. “Walter didn’t say. Didn’t need to. It’s obvious. The way you look at her. The way she looks at you.”
I don’t respond. If I do, I might take her head off.
“She’s beautiful.” Voice steady, Celeste goes on, apparently not giving two fucks how I’m reacting. “Sharp as hell. Doesn’t reveal anything. Plays her cards close to her chest, as well as you do. Honestly? I spent half an hour with her, listened to her sort out problems so they don’t have to get to you, saw her deal with IT when they came in to fix a problem she was having with her computer password.”
“Is this going somewhere?”
“She’s an asset.”
I don’t reply.
