Billionaire Undone(23)

Ally shook her head. “I can’t tell you that. But I guarantee we’ll regret it later.” They worked together. He was her boss. It would make their rocky working relationship even more awkward. But none of that really seemed to matter as Ally’s nipples hardened to painful peaks when Travis wrapped his arm around her waist and brought her body up hard against him.

“The hell we will,” Travis rumbled against her lips as his mouth came down on hers. He brought everything on his desk bar the computer to a noisy collision and then to a fall to the carpeted floor with one swipe of his powerful arm behind her. His hands went to her ass as he lifted her onto the desk, giving him better access to her mouth. He groaned against her lips, his hands pushing under her flimsy tank top to touch her bare skin.

Ally wrapped her arms around his neck, reveling in the feel of the coarse hair between her fingers as she speared her hands into his hair. Intoxicated by the masterful strokes of Travis’s tongue, she shivered and opened wider to him, giving him the access he was ruthlessly demanding. He slid one hand under her hair, stroking the back of her neck, the action both sensual and dominant as he held her head in place for his rough possession.

She whimpered into his mouth as he caressed the skin of her abdomen, and then yanked her bra up and let her breast spill into his hand. He wasn’t gentle, but the last thing Ally wanted was tenderness right now. Her body was on fire, her core flooded with heat and clenching with need. Travis’s touch was what she needed: hard, hot, and unrelenting. And he gave it to her. He pinched and stroked, first one nipple and then the other, repeating the action while plundering her mouth until the tension in Ally’s body was nearly making her insane.

He ripped his mouth from hers, his breath coming in heavy pants. Ally was just as breathless and she let her head fall back, giving him access to the sensitive skin at her neck as he explored it with his tongue, his whiskered jaw abrasive against her cheek. She closed her eyes, every nerve in her body pulsating, electrified. “Please,” she hissed, begging Travis to end her torment.

“Tell me you want me,” Travis commanded, his warm breath caressing her ear.

“Please,” she repeated, unable to say anything else.

Travis reached up and grasped her arms, tilting her back until she was lying sprawled out on his desk. “You look like a fucking wet dream,” he growled, his eyes wild and feral.

Their eyes caught and held as Travis leaned forward, his forearms resting on both sides of her. For Ally, it was like time stopped completely for just an instant, and she could see her own passion reflected in Travis’s liquid, dark eyes.

He broke the stare as his head lowered to her breasts, his hands cupping and stroking her nipples before he sucked, biting down gently on one of the sensitive peaks. The pain and pleasure of it nearly broke her, her body thrashing beneath him with unsated desire.

Reaching between their bodies, Travis released her nipple and slipped his fingers beneath her delicate panties, his touch meeting nothing but liquid warmth.

“Fuck! You’re so wet, and so damn hot,” Travis grunted in a strangled voice. His hand fisted the fragile panties and ripped them from her body with one hard yank, the fabric tearing away from her and dropping to the floor as Travis released them, his hand returning to her bared pussy. “I can smell your arousal. You want me. You want this.” He parted her thighs wide, his index finger toying mercilessly with her clit, moving over the wet bundle of nerves effortlessly.

Ally closed her eyes and moaned. “Yes.” She didn’t just want it; she needed it. Her entire body was rigid, coiled tightly and ready to unravel.

He used his other hand to bury one finger into her channel. “Jesus, you’re tight.” He eased another finger into her, moving them inside her until Ally was squirming. Travis seemed to know exactly where to touch, how to chafe against those sensitive areas inside her that made her ready to beg for relief from the torment.

Her hips lifted, needing more. “More. Please.” She lifted her hands over her head and gripped the edge of the desk until she was white-knuckled, her needy moans echoing against the office walls.

His fingers thrust into her harder, faster, while he continued to caress through her smooth folds, moving more and more roughly over her clit. “Tell me what you want,” he demanded coarsely. “Say my name. Tell me who you want to make you come.”

“Yes, please. Make me come.” Ally was out of her mind with desire, her head thrashing against the desk as her legs trembled and something tight and hot spiraled in her belly.

“Who?” He thrust into her deeply, lowering his head to bite the soft skin that was exposed on her thigh above the stockings, as though he wanted to leave his mark.