My Boss the Billionaire (Audiobook)

My Boss the Billionaire

A one night stand with my infuriatingly gorgeous, arrogant boss… Worst idea ever.

He insisted there wouldn’t be consequences.

He broke his promise.

So I’m trying to avoid him at all costs.

It doesn’t help that his face would make angels lose their virtue and he has a body made for sin ...

The chemistry between us is undeniable. I couldn’t resist him if I tried

He’s going to be the rung on my career ladder that breaks… and I’m almost to the top, so an office scandal is the last thing I need.

Plus, Noah's got secrets. But so do I. And I'm smart enough to keep my secrets and heart out of the mix ...

At least I thought I was…

Lava. It ignites in my toes and slowly oozes its way up my body. 

Bubbling. 

Scorching.

Erupting. 

He hasn’t touched me, but I can feel him. Stalking. Obsessing. Preparing.

Click goes the lock, and the hairs stand up on the back of my neck. The earthy, clean scent of him flares in my nostrils, and my stomach flips with anticipation.

Paralyzed on the outside, I don’t move. This can’t happen again. Tell him to go away. Remind him it’s over.

Indecent thoughts, my racing heartbeat, and my throbbing insides consume me as my breath becomes more shallow.

Like a feral animal, he creeps toward me, and the click of the heel of his shoes hit the wooden floor as I sit completely still with little pulses of desire bursting against my skin.

One finger traces my spine down from the top of my blouse, over my bra, and to the band of my skirt. 

Gulping, I close my eyes as my pulse increases, fighting my thirst for him against my rational, in a tug-of-war with myself. 

Don’t do it.

Do it.

Remind him it can never be.

Just one more time.

Warm breath flows on my skin as his lips brush against the curve of my neck. Hands roughly grab my hips as my chair rolls away from the desk and into his body.

Lava bubbles hotter in my veins, as his lips and tongue tease my ear. 

Nibbling me.

Licking me.

Sucking me. 

My eyes are still closed as I swallow hard, inhale sharply, and try to figure out how to stop him. As if reading my thoughts, he growls, “Tell me you want me to leave, and I’ll leave.”

Tell him. It’s what’s best. 

Words won’t flow out of my mouth, as his lips trace my jawline, and his hands skim the sides of my skirt and move to the insides of my thighs.

A loud moan escapes, and my body betrays my mind and begins to win the war, as he whispers against my cheek, “No one will be in the building for hours.”

Thumbs circle my inner thighs, creeping up toward my heat that’s turning damper with every stroke. My body shudders from his touch. He gently laughs in my ear before inching his hands up and gliding his fingers into the side of my wet panties. 

In one final attempt, my logic tries to drag me back. It can never be with him. Tell him no.

But you want him. 

His two fingers, one from each hand, slide in me and curl different ways, and I whimper against him. Stubble from his jaw scrapes against my chin. In a clear, emotionless voice, he demands, “Tell me to go. Tell me you don’t want me.” 

And I try. I try the best I can to tell him to go, but I can’t get the words out. At that moment, I hate myself more than I’ve ever hated him. 

He flicks his thumb against me and I spiral, trembling against him as he whispers, “Tonight, you’re mine.”

Lust wins. He’ll once again claim me and destroy me, in just this one night.