Her Billionaire Boss by Gena Snow

Chapter 13

Harper

 

 

 

 

 

I blink when I open my eyes and take in my surroundings. I’m inside a hotel room. Right. The Seaside Resort. The Summit Suite. It’s so luxurious and yet cozy. I don’t ever want to get up. The pillow feels firm and what’s that musky scent?

Wait a minute. It isn’t a pillow. It’s an arm. Oh my God. It’s Nick.

I’m sleeping with my boss. I should get away but I freeze instead. I study the man next to me like I haven’t seen him before. His eyes are closed but he’s still handsome. His straight nose and the stubble are just inches away from me and I struggle with my urge to touch his face.

What happened last night? How did I end up in his bed? Did we have sex?

I don’t remember anything. I’m wearing the dress I wore last night, but holy shit, without a bra or panties! Did I give my cherry to my arrogant bosshole?

I rack my brain, trying to remember. I recall some club scenes. I refused to leave with Nick, and then I danced again with Rob. After I returned to our table, Sandra convinced me to have another margarita.

And then everything became weird like a dream. I was in a pool, and I went underwater. I shiver at the confusing memory.

Jesus. I thought I was dying but someone must’ve saved me.

Nick’s eyes suddenly fly open and he smiles. Gosh. He looks good when he smiles.

“Morning!”

“Good morning,” I say, my face turning warm.

“Did you save me last night?”

He shrugs. “Thank God I did.”

“Thank You,” I say.

“You’re welcome.”

“And did we, err…”

“No,” he says smiling. “We didn’t have sex. If that’s what you’re wondering.”

“Oh, good,” I say. Why am I disappointed? Shit.

His smile broadens. “Would it have been such a bad thing if we had?” he asks. “I’ve never disappointed any woman, you know?”

My mouth opens. Is he flirting with me? And what a smug. “I’m sure you’re good,” I say, avoiding his eyes while trying to think of a good answer. “It’s just that… we’re, err… you’re my boss.”

He arches an eyebrow as if to remind me we’ve already crossed the boundary. “Right,” he nods a second later. “This reminds me we need to get up and get ready for the meeting.”

“Okay,” I say and sit up. “I’m gonna grab a shower.”

I get a better view of him when I sit up. He’s topless, and he’s wearing a boxer, which is tenting up. Oh God. I can picture the long pole inside. My mouth opens and I’m unable to move.

“It’s my morning wood,” he says with a shrug. “Natural response when I wake up next to a sexy woman.”

I blush deeper. Did he just call me sexy? Shit. He’s such a flirt. And then, I follow the direction of his smoldering eyes and notice what he must mean by what he says. The strap of my dress is on my arm and half of my breast is out for him to see.

Shit. I mutter and reach for the strap in a hurry. But as I do that, my other strap falls. I turn around to hide my front, but as soon as I do that, I hear Nick’s sharp intake of breath.

Crap. My ass is exposed, too.

I’m trying to climb off the bed when a strong arm grabs my waist and pulls me back. I land on top of him with a squeal. “Stop it!”

“Little tease,” he says in a gruff voice as his hands grab both of my breasts.

I squirm with a moan as he squeezes my aching flesh. It feels great and I don’t want him to stop.

Nick groans with me the moment I realize I’m unintentionally grinding on his morning wood. Wow. It is hard and feels great on my ass cheek.

With one swift moment, Nick flips me over to face him, as if I were a weightless toy he’s playing with.

I melt the instant my eyes meet his warm blue beams. God. He’s smoking hot.

He shimmies out of his pants and then easily removes the dress off me, and I’m naked like a statue.

I hug myself instantly, but he grabs my arm and pushes them aside. “You’re beautiful, Harper. Let me see you. I need to see every inch of you.”

I shiver at his hot gaze. My center feels damp and soon a puddle forms at the spot where I straddle him.

“Are you wet for me already, naughty girl?” Nick says as he reaches a hand to my juncture and groans the moment he finds my wetness.

He sucks my juice off his fingers like it’s the most delicious thing on earth.

I’m still dazed with desire when he sits up, latches his mouth on my nipple and sucks.

My breath is shaky and sharp and my entire body is electrified by the sensation. This is what I’ve been fantasized about for weeks, maybe months. As much as I hated the arrogant bastard, I couldn’t stop wanting him. In my mind, he has seen and touched every inch of me long before today.

But holy fuck. My imagination doesn’t even come close to this. His lips are velvety and slippery on my skin, and his scruff prickles. His touch on my back isn’t gentle and he’s bruising my skin, but instead of pain, I feel pleasure.

After he’s thoroughly pampered my girly mounds, Nick holds me by my waist and assists me to slide up and down on his cock. Pleasure shoots through my belly each time my aching point presses his hard muscle.

I watch his eyes fill with desire for me and I shudder. His expression is more arousing than his touches. “I’m gonna come, Nick,” I whimper.

He swallows. “Not yet, baby. Not until I say so.” He stops moving me as he speaks and switches positions with me.

I’m lying down and he’s on top. His proud manhood points at me, promising more pleasure to come.

I watch him slap his thick manhood to tease me before sliding it along my wet gash.

I gasp. “Do you have a condom?”

“I don’t,” he says. “But the hotel has it as a complimentary item. It’s in the drawer of the nightstand.”

“Oh,” I say. “Good.”

“I’ll put it on in just a second,” he says. “I like to feel how wet you are for me.”

His words turn me on even more and I coo. I’m on the verge of telling him to leave the condom alone. I don’t need any barrier between us. “Maybe we don’t need it.” Am I insane? Nick is a playboy!

His eyes darken immediately. When he speaks, his voice is croaky. “You want me to fill your virgin pussy with my seed?”

Oh God! I nearly come at those words.

I don’t even know what to say but stare at him with widened eyes.

He smirks for a moment and then bends down to kiss my lips. “No, sweetie. I won’t be that irresponsible. I’m a healthy guy, but I don’t want to get you pregnant.”

“Why not? You don’t want babies?” Shit. Where does it come from? Talking about babies with Nick?

“I do, I just,” he stops midsentence.

“You just don’t know whether I’m the right one?” I ask playfully. “I like babies too. But you’re right. I don’t want to get pregnant. I’m not ready to be a mom yet.”

He moves away from me as he reaches the drawer next to the bed and takes out a foil packet.

Gosh. The way he rolls down the condom is erotic too, and it makes me open my thighs wider.

When he nudges the tip of his cock against my opening, I gasp. Oh God. It’s so big. It seems impossible to let this monstrous object into me. I have trouble letting in my own finger.

I must’ve let my apprehension show because Nick strokes my cheek with a finger. “Do you still want it?”

“Yes,” I say without thinking. “I’m just worried that it won’t fit.”

He chuckles briefly. “That’s not a possibility. Your pussy is going to stretch for me, baby. And your being so wet makes it even easier.”

As he speaks, he pushes into me an inch. And just like he says, my walls expand. The sensation is unbelievable—as if he’s activated millions of tiny switches inside me and filled me with powerful, intoxicating hormones.

He pulls out in order to push in more. Before I know it, he’s taken my cherry. I feel the pop and yelp, and he stops. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” I say. “Keep moving.”

He smirks and does what I say, thrusting in and out, in and out. When he’s completely buried inside me, he pauses to kiss me.

“See, you have taken all of me with no problem.”

I reach a finger to confirm what he says is true and I find his balls pressing against the opening of my womanhood.

“Wow,” I mutter. “Amazing.”

“You can say that again,” he says, moving again, slowly at first, and then faster and faster.

My pulse increases with his speed, and my lung echoes the force of his movement. Every time he pushes, he expels air out of me and when he pulls away, I gasp for oxygen just to get ready for the next round of thrill.

“Is it really your first time, Harper?” he asks between pants.

“Yes,” I say with a laugh. “Didn’t you just pop my cherry?”

“I did,” he kisses me again. “But how could you be so good at coordinating with me? You have to have practiced before.”

I roll my eyes and tease him. “Yes, I took a class back in college and learned how to please a man. So I know all the tricks. And I might’ve practiced with a dildo.”

“Fuck.” He curses and suddenly picks up his speed, ramming into my deep and fast.

I gasp but don’t complain. I must’ve made him jealous with my wanton comment so I deserve a bit of punishment. Besides, it isn’t a punishment at all. It’s deep pleasure. Instead, I roll my hips to accommodate him and to meet his forceful thrusts.

We both turn into wild animals. My moans are echoed by his grunts, and our sweats drench the bedsheet. Each time Nick plunges into me, the headboard slams into the wall, adding to the sound effect. The sturdy bed seems to have trouble taking the force of our passion, and the bedposts tremble.

“You feel so fucking good.” Nick grunts just when a big wave rising and expanding in my belly. “Imagine how much better it’ll be without the goddamn condom.”

Shit. I can’t imagine. But the suggestion reminds me of his velvety skin in my mouth, and that, in turn, accelerates the wave churning inside me. My walls spasm as the powerful force sweeps over me, and a warm stream explodes into my center.

Nick throbs inside me immediately. His face contorts as he gives his final thrusts, his biceps bulging and his abs tensing. He grunts like a fierce animal as he empties his essence inside me. He collapses on top of me and lies still. He’s heavy but I don’t mind being crushed by him, so I don’t move but stroke his sweaty back.

A moment late, he stirs and rolls off me. “We’ve got to get ready.”

I’m reminded of the meeting. Shit.