Page 37 of The Damaged Billionaire's Obsession
I'm literally shaking with desire for her and for some reason, she stopped feeling me. And rather than tell me to stop, or slap me, hell, scream… anything, she grabs my cock and pretends to like it.
What kind of asshole does she think I am?
What kind of assholes has she been with? The kind she couldn't say no to?
Did she think she couldn't stop me just now? I'm her boss but Bonnie isn't a simpering wallflower. She has a mouth on her and a mind of her own.
A memory of her interview flashes in my head, where Bonnie went timid instead of taking the offensive. Is this one of those situations that make her retreat and let herself be walked all over?
“Ethan?”
Her voice draws me out of my reverie and I realize I'm back to trying to figure her out. With a raging erection in the middle of the day no less.
“Bonnie, you should go.” I say softly.
I hear her soft gasp. Then, a pause. I imagine she’s frozen in disbelief. But she doesn’t wait to be told again.
“Unbelievable. You’re an asshole.”
I hear her footsteps recede quickly, and in moments, I’m alone.
I sit back heavily in my chair and hold out my hand, watching the faint tremors with fascination. Then, I’m up again, picking the offending plastic trash bag off my keyboard with my finger and thumb and carrying it to the garbage can. I violently suppress the urge to start flattening all the cardboard packaging one by one until I can put them in a neat stack.
Ten minutes, Ethan. Surely, you can suppress it for ten fucking minutes.
I make myself sit back down and turn on my computer, taking the opportunity to assess what she’s done.
It’s no use, as my mind keeps wandering to the chaotic area. So, I try another tactic: thinking about Bonnie, because I know what a powerful distraction she can be.
How is it possible that her eyes and lips are saying different things? Just now, she was terrified of something. Me? Yet, she blatantly egged me on and seduced me. The same thing happened in Cancun. And in the kitchen three weeks ago.
Who is this woman?
And who the fuck was I five minutes ago, getting off on the thought of debauching Bonnie on my desk? I’m shocked.
I almost got drunk on her scent. She smelled good enough to eat. My cock hardens again, and I press the heel of my palm to it, stroking.
Fuck, her pussy is bound to smell and taste like heaven.
I imagine my head between her thighs, lapping at her dripping core, coating my tongue on her essence while she moans lustily, giving me more of her juices.
My door flies open, and Will rushes in looking harried and apologetic, effectively ending my fantasy. He looks horrified at the state of my office.
“I am so sorry, Mr. Hawthorne, I mean, Ethan. I was called away urgently by Mr. Waldrow, because he wanted me to get this to you.” He hands over a mobile tablet. Mike had a deadline to hand over some figures to me today.
“I've already asked housekeeping to get here ASAP” Will starts picking up the packaging that Bonnie left around the office.
I say nothing but shrug off my jacket and tie and walk towards the adjoining bathroom, aiming for a cold shower. I know what I need to do if I’m to be of any use today.
Will is too distracted looking around the office that he doesn’t notice the very obvious bulge in my pants, and he’s used to me taking showers during the day, so me heading to the bathroom doesn't strike him as unusual.
“I’m so sorry. I’ll have everything back in place before you’re out.”
“Thank you, Will.”
Not sparing him a backward glance, I shut the door behind me and take off my clothes. The moment the spray hits, I lean a hand against the wall, letting the icy water work on my heated neck and shoulders.
It’s not enough, because I can't stop thinking about how perfect her body felt against mine. I find no respite, not until my hand wraps around my length. I stroke tight and fast, imagining sinking into Bonnie's hot, wet core, stuffing her full with my cock. I stroke faster, groaning as I come blindingly hard in record time, panting and shaking.