Page 192 of The Rebel Billionaire

“Okay, there’s another option if HR is out,” he says. “Due to my position, I can let someone on the board know, but I’ll warn you, if they feel it needs to be disclosed, they will.”

I incline my head.

“Do you have someone in mind?”

“Enzo,” he says.

“You want to tell your brother about us?” I stare at him wide-eyed, and it’s then that I notice the slight flush of colour across his cheekbones.

“He already knows,” he admits.

“You told him about us?” I stare at him, my heart rate increasing.

Enzo is lovely. We had a great time at Christmas, but being a family friend and dating his brother are two very different things.

“I did.”

“And?”

“He told me not to overthink it and to see where it goes.”

A warmth spreads through my chest.

He told his brother about us. Didn’t hide me away like some dirty little secret.

“Will telling Enzo be enough?”

“I’ll speak to him. If he feels HR needs to know, then he can pass it on. He may require that we both sign a consensual relationship agreement.”

“A what?” I ask. Then the penny drops. “I need to sign a document to say you’re not coercing me into sleeping with you?”

I chuckle.

“Something like that,” he hisses, as I palm his hardening dick through his trousers.

“Or vice versa,” I say, unbuttoning his bottoms and sliding my hand inside to encircle him.

“Most definitely.” He moans as I run my thumb over the swollen head, enjoying the dampness of the pre-cum.

Sliding them down, I’m pleased there are no boxers beneath, as he clearly abandoned them in his rush to follow me.

I lock our gaze and lower myself to my knees, licking my lips as I go.

He moans as my intention becomes clear.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he hisses as I take him into my mouth, lapping at his slit.

His hands come up to cradle my head, his fingers sinking into my hair.

I slide my mouth up and down, using my tongue on the underside of his cock. His fingers tighten as I take him as far into my mouth as I can without gagging.

Looking up, I find him watching me, his pupils dilated.

“Brooke,” he whispers.

I slide my hands around his thighs and grip his arse. Unable to believe I’m sucking him off on my knees in his kitchen, but I can’t get enough of the man.

Moaning, I close my eyes, savouring his taste, the feel of him and the power in his body.