Billionaire Bad Boys of Romance 1(148)
“Fuck me, Sir. Now.”
Mr. Collins tilted his head, black gaze crawling over first, before crouching down. Settling between her legs, he slid inside, making himself a part of her physically as much as he did mentally.
“You’re getting the gist of it, Natasha. I knew you would because you’re so clever.”
Mr. Collins then proceeded to fuck her beautifully.
Bodies slick with one another, one powerless to pull away and the other powerful in her sway, they mated furiously. Natasha locked her legs about his trim waist. She wished her hands free so they could claw their way past his unbuttoned shirt. Mr. Collins decorated her neck with love bites, careful to keep his marks ephemeral.
They made each position count. Each had a turn to scrape their back against the sturdy, high-weave carpet. Natasha enjoyed looking down on him while he pushed up into her. Both relished being on their knees more. Mr. Collins snaked his hand around her neck, pushing Natasha’s chin up so he could kiss her raw.
He filled her thoughts in disordered snapshots. His smile. His scowl. The tiny creases marking the space between his well-shaped brows. Natasha thrust her tongue as deep into his mouth as she could; hoping to leave enough of herself behind to keep him permanently occupied.
I’ll be obsessed with him forever now. It’s only fair if he has to suffer too.
She sensed he was close. She pushed harder back against him, despite wanting to keep their brutal chase going forever. When Mr. Collins’s fingers tightened, she looked over her shoulder. Natasha wanted to watch him break apart, to become dirty and mortal like her. He let out one harsh breath before releasing himself all over her back.
“Natasha!”
She flexed her fingers. Warm liquid imprinted the creases.
Mr. Collins dropped his head on her shoulder. His lazy kisses, broken by short puffs of air, charmed her. Natasha became aware of sore knees, stiff shoulders, and a throbbing bruise or two.
She laughed. Mr. Collins quickly joined her.
This has been a day! Not only did I not make a mistake, I gained a new boyfriend. Speaking of mistakes. . .
“Sir?”
“Yes, pet?” He dropped another kiss on her neck before reluctantly parting from Natasha.
“Why didn’t you just ask me out?”
His fingers paused briefly in the midst of untying her wrists. “Is that not what I just did tonight?”
“No.” She folded her feet beneath her while stretching out her stiff arms. Natasha accepted the handkerchief he fished out from his discarded jacket. She reached behind her to clean up as well as she could without a bath. “You didn’t need to use the memo as an excuse to. . .”
Natasha’s voice trailed off as she watched his eyes harden.
“I most certainly did not use the memo as an excuse for anything nefarious.”
“Really?” She crumpled the handkerchief. “Then what did you use it for?”
“As an example of what is not acceptable from this office. I hope you will be more careful in the future.” Mr. Collins had already pulled and buttoned up his pants. He was currently in the process of retying his tie.
“You’re not suggesting that was a real error.”
“It most certainly was.”
She shot up. “It most certainly was not.”
“I disagree.” Mr. Collins joined her, arms crossed as stubbornly as Natasha’s.
“Mr. Collins.”
“Miss Reynolds.”
“I can inform you of your error in thinking but you would simply return the gift.”
He nodded his head in agreement.
“I have an alternative.”
“Please go on.”
Natasha flirted with a smile. “You are a clever man, Sir. Do I really need to go into detail?”
“But you can be so eloquent, pet.” Mr. Collins pulled her over to him. His palm rested on her still-naked backside. “All right then. I’ll count this as one of my nights. We’ll go to your place first so you can take something to wear tomorrow. Then we’ll get something to eat. Then I’ll take you to my place. Does that sound agreeable?”
Natasha blushed in pleasure. “Yes, Sir. I look forward to it.”
“So do I.” He squeezed her ass harder and harder until she went on tip-toe. “I so look forward to playing with my bunny as long as I want.”
Natasha pressed closer in a wasted attempt to escape the threat of his hand. “Gently please?”
Mr. Collins’s dangerous smirk promised retribution. “Not a chance, pet.”
Natasha made a vow to not back down on the semi-colon—no matter how much he made her twitch and squirm.#p#分页标题#e#
After all, she could always sit on a pillow tomorrow.
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