Free The Billionaire Boss by J.A. Pierre

Ariel looked at her. She smiled at him and his eyes trailed to where his hands were. He kissed her right shoulder and moved the straps off.
    The nightie fell to the floor.
    Ariel inhaled when he saw her nakedness except for a pink tong.
    Ariel was a complicated man. But January was prepared to take her time knowing him.
    He was perplexing but still he’d drawn her in like no other man before him. His power was somewhat frightening, but January believed he would be generous with her.
    He was careful with revealing his emotions, yet he was willing to peel back the layers for her.
    She had not been able to block him out of her mind and her heart.
    And in that moment, January realized that she’d never wanted to.
    She didn’t want to run from her emotions, though she wanted to take her time in revealing more of her self—her inner self—with Ariel.
    She could feel his passion. He wanted her.
    “You are amazing,” he said softly, his breath close to her ear felt intimate.
    January smiled and bit her lower lip. Ariel picked her up and she signaled to him where her bedroom was located.
    “This is a great room,” he said as he put her on the bed.
    “Thanks.” Her room was airy with two big windows, which she always left cracked, and decorated in warm colors.
    Ariel ran his hands along her curvaceous body. Then he opened up her thighs, exposing January’s wet panties.
    Ariel smiled mischievously and began rubbing her center. Then he came toward her and kissed it.
    “Oh.” January’s legs began to turn to jelly.
    Ariel moved back and smiled. “Not yet.” He felt the sides of her tong. “Thin material,” he said, and within seconds, they were off with a tug.
    January grabbed him and Ariel leaned into her. His head dipped as he kissed her left thigh and stuck his tongue out to taste her brown flesh, before he moved to her right. His mouth brought her pleasure and January moaned in anticipation.
    “You sure do things on your own time,” she said.
    She felt Ariel’s lips curve up as he smiled. “Would you prefer no foreplay?”
    January hesitated. She wanted to feel Ariel inside of her.
    He stopped what he was doing and looked up. “You’ll like a one-minute man?” he asked teasingly.
    She shook her head. “I just want you so badly, Ariel.” Her hips thrust up, but Ariel continued to toy with her, kissing, nibbling and licking from her thighs up to her breasts.
    January felt like she needed a shower to extinguish the heat permeating throughout her body. They were so close, but Ariel was making so that she almost wanted to beg him to enter her.
    She sighed loudly, and he kissed her on her body one last time.
    She was hot and wet and ready .
    And when Ariel and her eyes locked, she smiled. His eyes looked hungry. He grabbed her hips, positioning himself perfectly above her.
    January breathed out with anticipation.
    “Welcome home.” She wasn’t sure where those words came from. But she wanted Ariel to know that he was wanted, that he could come back again and again. She wanted him to know that she was his resting place. He made her feel desirable.
    “Please,” she cried out.
    “You never have to beg, darling. I’m yours.”
    His hips hovered over her mound. Ariel’s mouth went close to January’s ears. “Do you know that you honor me,” Ariel whispered.
    “How?”
    “Because I’m entering unchartered waters.”
    And then January felt the tip of Ariel’s manhood. He began to push down slowly, easily, dipping, his hips moving in a rhythm. January was catching her breath. The sensations new and savory. She closed her eyes.
    “You feel delicious,” he said. Suddenly, Ariel plunged into her and January gasped. The pain was sharp and unexpected. Her eyes widened. Could her body deal with the pulsating feeling, she wondered. But no sooner had she asked herself the question, the pain sunk into sensations she hadn’t expected.
    She felt burning in her lower abdomen. It pressed against her. She felt