Page 176 of The Rebel Billionaire

“That feels amazing,” she says, her hands coming up and squeezing her breasts as she moves above me.

I grip her hips, helping her balance, although her muscles are hard as rock beneath my hands.

She leans forward, planting her hands on the bed either side of my head as she presses her lips to mine. Her tongue moves against mine, as she slowly slides up and down my cock, slowly, teasing and tormenting. A pressure builds deep in my balls.

She continues to move and roll, groaning every time my cock hits her front wall.

“That’s it, ride me, ride me slowly,” I say, loving the sight of her above me.

She pushes herself upright, taking me as deep as possible. She tilts and rocks, her hands returning to her breasts. A flush spreads up her chest and across her cheeks, stealing my breath and control.

I find her clit with my thumb, drawing circles. Her breathing turns ragged as her eyes fly open and she shatters above me, her muscles pulsing, her desire coating the condom.

“That’s it, beautiful, let go.”

She begins to ride me hard, her muscles still contracting until I, too, join her over the precipice. My muscles tense as my cock jerks, filling the condom. She collapses on top of me, dropping her lips to my neck.

“Now that’s what I call a wake-up call,” she says, her breath tickling my skin.

I chuckle, sliding my arms around her. My cock begins to soften, and I reluctantly withdraw from her warmth.

She lets out a grunt of complaint, nuzzling my jawline before moving to my mouth.

I sink my hand into her hair and pull her closer, devouring her mouth.

Her stomach grumbles, followed closely by my own.

“Come on, all this exercise, I need to feed you,” I say.

She drops sideways and lies facing the ceiling before turning her head and grinning at me.

“My legs are like jelly,” she says.

“Good, that means I did my job as a lover.”

“Really?” She quirks an eyebrow.

I scoop her into my arms, making her squeal, her laughter warming something deep in my chest.

“Shower, then food,” I say, carrying her into the bathroom before setting her down on the marble surface and turning on the shower.

“Then files?” she says.

“We don’t have to… I’m sure we can find other things to do with our day.”

She opens her mouth. “Who are you and what have you done with Alessandro Bianchi?”

I growl. “You know what it does to me when you use my full name,” I say.

“Oh, I really do,” she says, wrapping her legs around my waist as I move us into the shower.

* * *

We work together to make breakfast before Brooke convinces me we need to finish the files.

I sit at my desk, hitting print on the final pages.

The printer whirls to life. Brooke looks over her shoulder, her eyes darkening, as she catches me watching her. She gets up and walks towards me, her bottom lip between her teeth.