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What He Needs (My Alpha Billionaire #4) Page 17
Author: Tawny Taylor

It was then that I looked at him, really closely looked.

His hair was a little messier than usual.

And his clothes were a smidge less perfect, his tie knot not quite so neat, his shirt slightly wrinkled.

I stopped trying to pull free. I had to let him speak. Something was wrong. “Fine. Go ahead.”

“Someone is following me.”

“Okay.” Immediately, I remembered Jill’s guy. He’d obviously been spotted. I was going to have to call Jill and let her know.

“You might be in danger,” he added, looking more than a little concerned.

“Well, thank you for your concern. I’ll try to be more careful, but I doubt I’m in any danger. We haven’t gone anywhere together in a while. Besides, rumor has it you’re marrying Alexis,” I told him, intentionally avoiding the topic of the suspected wife in Europe. I didn’t care that he might be married to some woman a thousand miles away. Or rather, I didn’t want to care.

I reached for the door. This conversation was pointless.

His face turned the shade of bleached linen. Then the color of a ripe cherry. He grabbed my wrists, holding me in place. “Where did you hear that?”

“It was in Friday’s paper.” I pulled and my arms slipped free. I folded them across my chest. Now I wasn’t afraid of anything. I was hurt. And a little angry. He hadn’t called. He hadn’t given me the courtesy of a proper breakup. He’d just…disappeared. Bastard. “Regardless, I doubt anyone thinks I’m anything to you anymore, other than an employee. After all, that’s what I am now, right? An employee?”

“No, of course not. You’re more than that.” Stepping between me and the door, he reached for me again, but I thrust my arms forward, shoving his chest hard. He stepped back, his eyes searching mine. “You mean…everything to me. I would die if something happened to you.”

God, I was so effing confused. Not calling or speaking to me, that was how he showed me I meant everything to him? Bullshit. He was full of shit.

“I have to go.” Unwilling to let him trap me, I circled around him, heading for the exit. “But don’t worry. Nothing is going to happen to me.”

“How can you be so sure?” He stepped closer, forcing me to move back until my butt was pressed against the desk behind me. “How could you know nothing is going to happen to you? You don’t.” His gaze raked over my face. He was searching. For something. And then he kissed me. Hard. His tongue shoved into my mouth. I was so shocked I froze. I didn’t fight. I didn’t kiss him back. I just stood there, letting him kiss me, and tried to determine whether this was really happening or not.

Long before my brain started functioning my body responded. My heart started thumping in my chest, sending rushes of hot blood blasting through my system. My head started spinning. My skin tingled as little electrical charges buzzed and zapped up and down my body. Within seconds I was on fire, and all I could do was hold on and ride out the storm.

I felt him lift me at the waist and then I was sitting on something hard. The desk. He pushed my legs apart, and I didn’t stop him. I wanted him. I needed him. My tissues were wet and hot and swollen. I ached for his touch.

“Please,” I whispered when he broke the kiss. My head fell back. I couldn’t hold it up.

“Sssshhhh.” He licked and kissed a tickly path down my neck to my collarbone. “Oh God, Bristol. I’ve missed you.”

I shuddered as I felt my clothes being pushed and pulled out of the way. My shirt unbuttoned. My bra unfastened. Big hands weighing my br**sts, tormenting my ni**les until they were aching little points.

My skirt was pushed up, my panties torn at the crotch, and legs forced apart. His erection teased my tissues for a few agonizing seconds before gliding inside to fill me.

It was ecstasy and agony, both. He was holding me again, taking command of my body just like he had before, and I loved how that felt. But every now and then something would click in my head and I would question what I was doing. Thankfully, the experience was too intense, the sensations too strong for those thoughts to stick. I was swept away in a tsunami of pleasure as his rod thrust deep inside, hard, fast, again and again.

“Yes, yes,” I chanted as his h*ps slammed forward. “Harder.”

He answered my pleas, taking me with a ferocity that had my teeth gritted and pulse racing. His teeth sank into the flesh of my shoulder, the pleasure-pain making my body even hotter, tighter. The first waves of a powerful cl**ax pulsed out from my center, and I bit down on his shoulder to stifle it.

He rammed into me several more times then jerked out, dragged me off the desk and forced me to turn around and bend over it.

“You are mine, Bristol. Mine forever. Only mine.” Using moistened fingers, he tested my anus. His fingers slid in, the sensation so glorious, my eyes watered. He pistoned them in and out several times before replacing them with the head of his penis. For the briefest moment, the pain was almost unbearable. I squirmed. I cried. I whimpered. Then, as that pain morphed into ecstasy, I moaned.

He knew exactly what my body needed. Only Shane did. Just as he knew exactly what my heart needed. As he pushed inside my tight hole, he bent over and whispered in my ear, “Marry me, Bristol. Be my wife. I won’t live without you anymore. I can’t.”

My heart felt so light I thought I might take flight and soar to the stars. He loved me. He genuinely loved me. As the wild rush of my cl**ax crashed through my body, I answered his proposal. “Yes, Shane. Yes.”

As I quaked and shuddered, my body racked with pleasure so intense it was almost painful, Shane held me tightly, his erection smoothly gliding in and out of my spasming entrance. I knew when he reached his cl**ax. His movements became jerky, his possession feral. His rod swelled within me as it filled with his cum. He growled, pumped deeply and spilled his seed inside me.

Almost immediately, he withdrew his erection and eased me around. “Bristol,” he murmured as he gathered me into his arms. He held me there, one hand gently stroking my back. He kissed the top of my head. And I closed my eyes and enjoyed every second.

Then reality hit me. Like a brick.

Oh God.

What had I done?

Not only was I late to work, but I had just had sex in someone’s office. But, more importantly, I had just agreed to marry Shane. And I didn’t know if he was already married. And he was a total ass**le sometimes. He was jealous. Controlling.

What the hell had I done?

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