Free Fighting for My Billionaire Boss by Cynthia Sax Page A

against the bulge in his tuxedo pants. My skirt rides up. “I like her. She—”
    Brick swallows my words, covering my lips with his, plunging his tongue into my mouth. I moan, tasting his pent-up passion. He pulses into me. I suck on his flesh and rock my hips, grinding against his groin.
    The embers of desire we’d been tending all evening burst into flame, heating me inside and out. This handsome, often too grim, too serious man loves me. He needs me desperately. I have to show him how I feel, how my heart beats faster whenever he’s near, how my day doesn’t start until I see his face, how I dream of him every night.
    His palms bracket my face, his hold on me firm yet gentle. Brick wouldn’t ever hurt me but he’ll never let me go. Now that he’s claimed me, he’s claimed all of me forever. I’m his assistant, his second in command at work, the woman he’ll spend tonight inside, the lady he plans to marry, the future mother of his children.
    My billionaire doesn’t have to say this. I see it in his dark eyes, feel it in his touch, taste it on his tongue. He brushes his thumbs over my cheeks. I move against him to that rhythm, increasing the pressure on my clit, then relenting, increasing the pressure, then relenting again.
    Soon my entire body throbs to the beat he’s set. One pull of his zipper and I could have his thick cock in my pussy.
    But that’s not where I yearn for it to be. “I want to taste you.” I bite on his bottom lip and draw back, stretching his flesh. Then I release him. “All of you.”
    He groans, leaning back. “All?”
    “All.” The limousine has stopped but I’m not ready to leave the vehicle, not yet. I skim my teeth over his chin, down his neck. “I’ve been thinking about it since our shower.” I nip his skin. “But it’s your choice.” I lave the mark with the flat of my tongue. “You won our challenge.”
    “Who am I to deny a lady?” His eyes glow.
    We’re both aware that I’m no fuckin’ lady. I slip downward, brushing my body over his. “Ladies love to suck cock.” I kneel before him in the limo, the carpeted floor lush and soft under my knees. “Did you know that?”
    “I’m learning new things about ladies every day.” Brick spreads his feet farther apart, giving me more access to him.
    I rub my hands over his groin, savoring the silky slickness of the tuxedo’s fabric, the length and width of him, the feel of primitive male in a sophisticated black and white package. “I love touching you, also.”
    “Is that all you love?” My powerful billionaire sounds endearingly unsure of himself.
    He’s declared to the world how he feels about me. I haven’t yet shared the words. “I have a naughty confession.” I bite my bottom lip and gaze up at him. “I’m in love with my boss. I have been for years.”
    He bobs under my palms. “Does this boss have a name?”
    “Brick Armitage.” I nuzzle against him, pleasuring him through his pants. “I love Brick Armitage.”
    “I hear he’s a real bastard.” His lips quirk upward.
    My solemn man made a joke. I grin. “That’s one of the many things I love about him.” I nudge him to the side and carefully unzip his pants. “He’s also a bad-ass in the ring, which is a big plus, as I can be a scrapper at times.” His cock springs free of its confines. I wrap my fingers around him. “And he’s huge, all over.” I stroke him up and down, up and down. “Not every lady can handle him.”
    “He doesn’t want every lady to handle him.” Brick lifts his hips. I tug his pants down to his ankles. “I only want you, Lucille.”
    “And I only want you.” I cup his balls, roll them in my fingers. His lips flatten while my smile widens. “You like that.”
    “I love that.” His voice has dropped an octave.
    I stroke him up and down, watching his face darken as his passion escalates. This powerful man’s happiness is in my control. He’s mine.
    A dab of pre-cum forms on his tip. I sweep my thumb