Page 60 of Billionaire's Desire
“That’s okay by me.” Hilda replies, all her attention drawn to the bottle in her hand.
I grab my towel and run into the shower.
Still dressed in Max’s oversize t-shirt and his oversize sweat pants that he let me borrow, I stand in front of the bathroom mirror to take stock of all the marks he left me with.
Several hickies line my neck and collar bone.
I slowly peel off the clothes, marveling at how much he marked me.
There are bruises on my thighs from his grip, bite marks on my chest and breast, and my nipples are sore from all the licking and suckling. My lips feel equally sore after we spent a whole thirty minutes making out like teenagers instead of getting ready for work.
I didn’t even know I could get an orgasm from nipple play alone, but damn did he prove me wrong.
I smile at the thought, the remembered sensation.
And the entire time, he didn’t even let me near his cock.
Sigh! I can’t wait to see him, all of him.
To touch him, to feel him.
I feel my insides clench at the thought of that.
“Wow! Enough of that!” I chastise myself, before jumping into the shower to get my work day started.
I take half the time I normally would to get ready, but the entire time I am daydreaming and thinking about Max, and his body and the things he could do to my body.
By the time we are dispersed from the meeting, I am already flustered and anticipate seeing him and Hilda makes sure to make fun of me the entire time.
I just saw the man last night, he saw me half naked, made me come, and then let me lay in his arms the entire night, but still I blush as I knock on his door.
Max opens the door and I have to gasp at the sight of him.
His hair looks a little disheveled and instead of the suit I am used to seeing him in, he is in a white fluffy robe.
“Good morning, Mr. Cole.”
He steps outside, looking at both sides of the hallway before grabbing my neck and pulling me to him.
“Good morning, beautiful,” and then he crashes his lips on mine.
Fuck! He tastes so fucking good.
I wrap my hand to grab a fistful of his hair, deepening the kiss.
Then he turns us, pulling me into his cabin with him.
Before I know it, I am pinned to the wall, his hands in my hair, his thigh between my legs.
“Hey baby!” He grinds into me and I moan a little.
“Hey.”
“I missed you.” He doesn’t give me the time to respond before he is devouring me again.
“Fuck!”
“Yes baby! Grind on my leg like that. I want you to come before I can start my day.”
