Right Billionaire, Wrong Wedding (Sexy Billionaires)(43)

Unable to hold himself back, he thrust into her with wild need. His own release rushed over him, filling him with mind-numbing ecstasy. He gripped her tightly as his body rode the waves of his orgasm. Nothing mattered but the pleasure pumping through his veins. All he could do was pray the sensations never ended.

But they always did.

Allison slumped weakly against his chest. “Wow,” she said.

“This is how my desk should always be used. I’ve been missing out.”

She nipped at his shoulder. “We are not repeating this.”

“Really? Because I’d be remiss if I didn’t point out there are some very comfy couches on the other side of the room that we could christen.”

With a laugh, she pushed him back. “I’ve no desire to become the center of office gossip.”

“Fine.” He leaned down to kiss her. “But if you are ever feeling bored at work again, feel free to drop by. My door is always open.”

She pushed herself off the desk, wobbling slightly, as if her legs weren’t quite ready to support her. He grinned at the sight.

As she straightened her appearance, he tucked himself back into his pants and tried to set his clothing to rights.

“Did you have to shred my stockings beyond repair?” she asked, holding up a forlorn scrap of nylon.

“Yes,” he replied with masculine satisfaction.

She rolled her eyes and tossed the scrap into the trash. Grabbing her long curls, she started deftly twisting them back up into her usual bun.

As she turned back into his ever dependable assistant, he mourned the loss of seeing her draped over his desk. It wasn’t a sight he’d soon forget.

“Am I still going to see you later tonight?” she asked.

“Wouldn’t miss it.” Had he ever experienced this insatiable need for anyone else? It was as frustrating as it was exhilarating. He never stopped wanting her, thinking about her. Allison was quickly becoming the center of his days and it wasn’t a prospect he was wholly comfortable with.

But while logic might demand he put some distance between them, some things just felt too good to stop. He’d spent most of his adult life chained to this office. Perhaps Ali was his reward.

“Have dinner with me.”

Her brows rose in surprise. “What?”

“Dinner. A quaint social custom in which two people partake of sustenance while enjoying one another’s company.”

She sighed. “Yes, I do understand the concept.”

“Then say yes. Let me take you out before we go to your place.”

“Sounds like a date,” she said as she pulled on her blazer.

Yes, it did. “You could call it that.”

“Do friends with benefits have dates?”

“We can make whatever rules we want for our relationship.”

Her gaze shot to his. “Relationship?”

A touch of ice slid down his spine. “You know what I mean. Do you want to go or not?”

There was a beat of silence before she nodded.

“Good,” he said, trying not to examine his desire to spend more time in her company too deeply. “I’ll make reservations and pick you up at seven o’clock?”

“Perfect.” Reaching up, she pressed a light kiss to his cheek. “I’m looking forward to it.” Then, with a last caress of her fingers, she was gone.

He dropped back into his chair, eying the pens and papers lying on the floor. He was acting out of character. Making impulsive decisions. Indulging in emotions he’d thought he’d left behind a long time ago.

All because of one woman.

He should be careful. For his peace of mind he needed to avoid increasing the intimacy they already shared. After all, the last thing he needed was for Allison to misconstrue his actions. To think there was more between them than there was. She was the one person he wouldn’t survive hurting.

But despite what logic and reason dictated, he couldn’t seem to gather the will to distance himself from her. He wanted to spend every hour by her side. Certainly a curious desire for a man like him.

Even knowing he was getting himself in deeper than he should, he was powerless to stop. Some things were worth the risk, and he rather suspected that was a category Allison fell into perfectly.





Chapter Eleven


“He’ll be here in a minute,” Allison said into her cell.

“Just breathe,” Gillian’s amused voice rose from the speaker. “I still can’t believe you threw caution to the wind and had kinky sex in the office.”

“Not kinky,” she snapped.

“Whatever. I’m just happy you’re breaking out of your shell. Granted, you’re using a sledge hammer, but still.”

“You’re not being helpful.” She turned back and forth before the full length mirror in her bedroom, examining every inch of her outfit.