Billionaire Undone(52)

She let the tip of his cock pop out of her mouth. “Do you like that?” she asked innocently, mimicking what he’d done to her just a few nights ago.

“Fuck, yeah. I just don’t understand any of this,” he panted.

“You don’t need to. Just…feel.” Ally wrapped her lips around his cock and took him deeply into her mouth, letting her throat relax. Travis was built big, but she took him as far as she possibly could, tightening her lips around the shaft as she let him slide in and out.

“Christ. I’m dying,” Travis grunted as he fisted her hair, his hips pumping.

Ally savored every groan that came out of Travis’s mouth as she gently fingered his balls, trying to take his cock even deeper into her mouth. She slowly increased her speed, Travis becoming more demanding as his hips jerked up to meet her mouth.

Ally didn’t stop as she tilted her eyes up, watching Travis as he watched her, as though riveted to the sight of her sucking him off.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I’m gonna come, Ally,” Travis told her in a guttural tone.

And he did, his cock spilling his warm release into the back of her throat as his body bucked and he groaned her name over and over. Ally kept her mouth on him, savoring every drop of his pleasure, her tongue toying with the head of his cock until he slumped in the chair, obviously sated.

She gently tucked him back into his briefs and put his clothing back together. His eyes were still closed when she moved to the back of the chair and released the knot on the tie.

“Why?” Travis asked in a confused voice.

“Because I wanted to,” she replied sweetly. She bent and picked up her hair clip from the floor.

“Jesus. What are you wearing?” Travis exploded.

Ally smiled at him. “One of the dresses you bought me. I didn’t have any matching lingerie, so I bought my own.” She knew he’d seen the sexy panties and the top of her garters. She’d done it on purpose. Lifting the hem of the dress, she gave him a peek at the white ensemble underneath. “Isn’t it sweet?” It was fairly modest, white with little pink bows.

Travis gaped at her as she let the hem float back down and arranged her hair again in a small decorative mirror on the wall.

Sashaying to the door, she tossed the tie across the room and Travis’s quick reflexes caught it in mid-air.

“For the next time I’m naughty.” She unlocked and opened the door, looking back at him as she swung it open. “Enjoy your coffee, Mr. Harrison. But just for the record, I’m still not getting your coffee every day. Today was special.”

She walked out of the office, closing the door quietly behind her. Her heart was still hammering, her knees weak, knowing what she’d just done had been a risk. But she’d already decided that a life without some risk wasn’t worth living. With risk came hope. And she’d keep her hopes alive for Travis until all her belief in him was gone, until there was no chance for them. He was worth it. He’d lived in darkness for way too long, and he needed to conquer his demons or let them destroy his life. He’d been there when she needed someone to believe in her, and she wanted to do the same for him. Because, truth was, she trusted him more than any other person on earth. Now he just needed to trust himself.

Ally went to the restroom and cleaned herself up before returning to her desk.

She stared at Travis’s office door for a long time before going back to work.



Travis sat totally immobile for a long time, stunned as he looked at the door where Ally had exited.

His coffee was tepid, but he gulped it down anyway, trying to figure out if what had happened was really truth or if it was just a very vivid fantasy he’d conjured up because of his need for Ally.

Why isn’t she running?

His first shock had come when he discovered that Ally was actually at her desk today. He hadn’t expected her to be. Not after what he’d said the night he’d left her to go to the hospital. Had she been so tired she hadn’t really gotten what he’d told her?

He could have easily stopped what had happened this morning, but he hadn’t wanted to, hadn’t even been able to wrap his mind around the fact that he hadn’t been experiencing some sort of surreal fantasy. He fingered the tie on his desk, proof that she’d really been here. Part of him wanted to just go on and see what happened now, not confront any reality. Hell…reality sucked. He’d much rather preserve the dream. But his relationship with Ally was never going to progress until he faced her down, figured out what was going on in that complicated brain of hers.

He pushed the intercom button. “Alison, I need you.” As he let off the button, he admitted to himself that truer words had never been spoken.