In My Billionaire Boss's Bed
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notification from a famous dating app. A lot of people use the app f
ce at my phone as
206, I'm here.
G: On my
the vast lobby. I slip into the elevator and while it takes me
the front. My hand itches to unbutton them so I can show
on my feet. They're not mine but my cousin, Marienne's. She thinks
V-card to a random guy I met online. I don't even know what he loo
tizing my studies over my social life because
tration in a few months and I'm determined to get some roman
on, while focusing solely on graduating with first class. I sometimes
ng my internship tomorrow so it has to be tonight
vealing my smooth pale skin. If I bend down just a little, you can almos
he opposite sex. And the inanimate amount of porn Marienne sends me eve
repared a lo
and I feel like blood is starting to drain from my hands. I can still rethink
'm being
door swings open. My heart thumps loudly in my chest and
s man in front of me cannot be the age he claims to be. He told me he's thirty two and I've always loved o
e impossibly wide, his hips narrow and tight. Dark, slanted eyebrows cut decisive
traight blade of a nose, not too long, not too short, just perfect. High forehead and square jaw wi
nds now. in the pocket of his jeans. It's been twel
e, honey." he finally says and I find myself riveting in h
way that connects the living room to the bedroom. No door for partitioning, but it makes the suite appear bi
w's he able to afford to pay for this suit
wly turn around, he's standing tall and so close to me. I don't breathe, I do
slides in my hair; and mine grabs his shoulders. He taste
he's placing me on the counter. My cheeks flush as he breaks the kiss and takes off his
ared?" his
ch out my hands to wrap them around him. Then he en
skin and the rough purr to his voice makes it hard to think. His hand brushes again
barrassing, but before I can pull away, his f
," he says against my ear, and there's b
against the counter, sucking in tiny sips of air. His eyes are on my face, his free hand still spread wid
y doing this. My eyelids lower, and he steps near enough for me to feel his b
than before. My muscles tense as he moves his index fi
osing, the world going black and bliss
," I
nts before tugging down the zipper. I slide my hand i
ong and wide. Air hisses be
inkle of foil. He grabs one of my knees, t
ls through me. Okay, t
face flush with secondhand embarrassmen
reeling with a million reasons why things can go wrong
my hair as he says, "Trust me