The Billionaire's Redemption (The Billionaire's Kiss, Book Five): (A Billionaire Alpha Romance)

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have to work.”
    “Well… what if I just… do some things to you while you work?” he asks, trailing his fingers down the nape of my neck.
    Ohhhhh God.
    “Like what?” I ask, feigning complete disinterest, even though I’m incredibly turned on.
    “Why don’t I show you?”
    Oooh.
    I want to see where he’s going with this. “Fine. Do your worst.”
    “Or my best,” he says with a grin.
    “Whatever.”
    He kneels down in front of my chair. I have to reach around his head to continue typing. This is so not conducive to work, but that ship has already sailed.
    I’m totally going to have sex with him.
    I just want to see what he’s going to do.
    He takes me by the hips and gets me to scoot my ass to the edge of the chair, so that I’m slumped down as much as I’m sitting. He slowly pushes my skirt up my legs until it’s around my waist. Then he leans over and begins to kiss the inside of my thighs. Softly… slowly. His lips are warm, and I feel the occasional flick of his tongue on my skin.
    Ohhhhh…
    His finger reaches up to my underwear and strokes the satin as softly as an eyelash brushing against your cheek. I can just barely feel the sensations through the cloth… but they’re exquisite. He’s softly stroking the hood of my clit, just enough to make me quiver.
    I was already wet before he started touching me. Now I’m soaked.
    It’s getting really difficult to focus on the computer screen. I haven’t typed anything for the last ten seconds.
    “Want to go to the bedroom?” he asks from between my legs.
    “Still hacking here,” I announce. I open a Word doc so I can type nonsense and fake like I’m doing something.
    He chuckles and goes back to work.
    He spreads my legs further apart, then gets his mouth right up against my underwear. He starts doing with his lips what he was doing with his finger just seconds ago: lightly caressing my clit. I can feel his hot breath where satin gives way to skin.
    Then he slowly edges my underwear to one side – centimeter by centimeter – with his tongue.
    Ohhhh FUCK.
    He starts licking my lips, gently. He moves the satin further aside, and strokes his way up my pussy, all the way to the top. He pauses, the tip of his tongue resting wetly on my clit. He circles it, sooooo slowly. There is an electricity between his flesh and mine, an overwhelming current of pleasure. It’s impossible to do anything but surrender.
    My eyes are closed and I let out an involuntary groan.
    My hips are trembling.
    I want more… I still want his tongue, but I want it harder than this. Faster than this.
    And I want it now.
    But he’s torturously slow and soft, licking my clit like he’s tickling it with a rose petal.
    “Please,” I breathe out, and wrap my legs around his back, trying to pull him in closer.
    His tongue brushes against me about one tenth as hard as I want.
    “Oh God, PLEASE,” I beg, and put my fingers in his hair and force him down.
    He takes my clit into his mouth and gently sucks, then licks. He strokes me with his bottom lip, firmer and firmer. He alternates so many things – licking, sucking, stroking, caressing – and all of it is getting the tiniest bit firmer, the slightest bit more insistent.
    My legs are vibrating, my muscles fluttering.
    “Oh… oh… oh… oh…” I cry out in staccato bursts of pleasure.
    I’m going to come –
    I’m going to come –
    Fuck – I’m getting so close – I’m right on the edge –
    His finger, the tip of it wet and soft, begins to stroke my lips, playing with my pussy as his tongue pleasures my clit.
    It sends me over the edge.
    “OH GOD,” I cry out, and clutch his hair in my hands as I scream.
    My muscles are fluttering. I can feel them pulsing around the tip of his finger as his tongue keeps swirling around my clit, so soft, so wet.
    “OHHHH,” I scream as his finger slowly sinks deeper inside me and begins to stroke my g-spot – all while he licks my clit a little faster, a little harder.
    I

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