by Ami Snow
My hips arched, I couldn’t help it. He was playing me like an instrument, his hand going under my blouse now, his fingers rolling my nipple through the lace of my bra. He kissed me again, his tongue sliding between my lips at the same instant his fingers slid inside of me, two of them, his thumb firmly on my clit, and he began to stroke them in and out of me.
His lips were on my ear now, and he was whispering. “Remember how I felt inside of you? On the carpet of your room? Remember my tongue, here…” and he swept his thumb over my clit, pressing down until I gasped and cried out with pleasure. “Remember my cock in here?” His fingers were thrusting slowly, stroking inside of me, and I could feel myself getting closer and closer.
“I want to feel you come, Elizabeth,” he murmured into my ear, his breath warm, making my skin prickle and my heart pound. “I want to hear you moan.”
I was so close. My hand gripped his waist, my ankles locked behind his legs to steady myself.
“Do you want me, Elizabeth?” he whispered, and rubbed his thumb over my clit once more, burying his fingers inside of me. I cried out, my head falling back, my back arching, my muscles clenching around his fingers as I came, my whole body shaking. “Yes, Ethan, yes!” I moaned, trembling as the orgasm washed over me. “I want you,” I whispered, my fingers tangled in his hair, and he pulled his hand away from me as I stopped moving, his hands going to his belt.
“Say it again, Elizabeth,” he murmured. “Say it again, and I’m going to have you right here on this desk.”
I looked at him, and for a moment the world paused, my body aching, still quivering from what he had just done to me. I could only think of one answer.
“Yes,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “I want you.”
End of book 2
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Royal’s Possession
An Alpha Billionaire Series: Book 3
By: A.J Madison
The Royal’s Possession
Chapter 1
Ellie
“I want you,” I breathed, my whole body suffused with desire. Vaguely, in the back of my head, I could hear the warning bells going off, knew that if I let this start, it wouldn’t end…not easily. But lust is a powerful thing to contend with, especially when it’s embodied in a powerful man.
Ethan was a powerful man. He towered over me, every muscle and line of his body rigid, the bones of his face tense with lust. There was nothing soft or giving about him in that moment. He wanted me—wanted to take me, and all I had to do was say yes.
I had said yes.
His hands were at his belt, metal clanking against metal as he unbuckled it. “Take off your panties,” he murmured. I did as he said, feeling like I was in some kind of fantasy as I reached beneath my skirt and pulled them off, letting them fall to the floor as he watched. His eyes were dark when he reached for my knees and pushed them apart, stepping between my legs. His hand went to the back of my head, fingers grasping my hair as his mouth pressed down on mine, and then I felt him inside of me, hard and insistent.
I gasped, pleasure washing over my body, and my back stiffened, my hips thrusting forward to meet him. From somewhere outside of myself, I couldn’t believe that this was happening, that I was being fucked on a desk in a penthouse office by my boss. I’d never imagined myself here.
But now that it was happening, I didn’t want to be anywhere else.
He was still kissing me, his tongue plunging into my mouth as he plunged inside of me, and I moaned against his lips, trying to move with him. It was hard to do, perched on the desk as I was, and it gave him yet another modicum of control, keeping me pinned to the surface while he thrust into me, bringing me higher and higher with every stroke.
I reached for his waist, wanting to touch him, but he grabbed my hands, pushing them back onto the desk. “Hold on,” he growled, and sped up as I curled my fingers around the edge. There was a sense of helplessness about the whole encounter that made my blood rush and my nerves tingle, even though I knew it was wholly engineered. If I said I wanted to go, he would let me go. But there was just enough of a sense of doubt to make the whole situation so, so terribly erotic.
I could feel how erratic his movements were, could tell that he wouldn’t last long. His mouth was pressed against my neck, his groans vibrating against my skin, and I was gasping in his ear, my body winding tighter and tighter as I grew closer to the edge.
I felt his hips press tightly against me, his hands let go of my waist and press flat onto the desk as he came suddenly, his body shuddering as he moaned. It sent me over the edge, too, and I arched backwards, my grip on the desk the only thing keeping me upright as I shuddered around him.
When the trembling stopped and the last rush of pleasure was gone, we were very quiet, taking in what we had just done. I knew that, regardless of what he said, this would change things. I wasn’t just a normal assistant anymore. I was an assistant who was sleeping with her boss. I couldn’t pretend to have control of the situation any longer. I remembered, suddenly, my Friday night plans with Brian and I felt guilty. I knew, strictly speaking, I hadn’t done anything wrong. Brian and I weren’t dating, not yet at least. But I also knew that Ethan would expect me to stop seeing anyone else. And my rebellious self flared up at that, determining in the space of a moment that I would go on the date with Brian. I wasn’t dating Ethan exclusively, either. And I would do my absolute best to be sure that what had just happened didn’t happen again.
Ethan stepped back, fixing his trousers as I pushed my skirt down and stood up, a touch wobbly, fishing for my panties on the cool floor.
Ethan started to say something, but I spoke before he could. “I think I need to leave early today, Ethan.”
I’d used his name, his first name, and I could tell it made a difference. He only nodded, not saying anything. He turned away then, without a kiss or a goodbye, facing the long windows as I gathered my things and left. I didn’t know what I had expected. I hadn’t really expected anything at all. But the curt, unspoken dismissal hurt somehow, made me feel cheap.
I walked home, not bothering to call a taxi. The wind whipped against my exposed face and neck—I’d forgotten a scarf that morning—but I welcomed the chill. It pushed me back into reality.
I had roughly a month and a half left here in my internship. Then it was back to school—and graduation. I would need to find a job. My dream had been to come here to D.C., but I wondered how truly feasible that was now. What if I spurned Ethan after all of this, and he blacklisted me to the other firms in the area? I had no doubt that he was powerful enough to do it. He didn’t seem like the type, but I pictured his face in his office today when he’d yelled about Brian, thunderous and full of rage, and I shivered. Perhaps the old saying about being scorned didn’t only apply to women.
I was only too glad to reach the house, the cold wind abruptly shut out by the closing of the door, and fall into my bed. My body was exhausted with sex and emotion, and I soon fell asleep.
Ethan
There wasn’t a chance in hell that I was getting any more work done today. I stared out the window for several long minutes after Ellie left, the door shutting soundly behind her, my body still throbbing from the aftermath of having had her on the desk. I had half an erection again just thinking about it. Her breathy voice, murmuring desperately
how she wanted me. Her body, pliable and hot under my hands. The way she gripped me when she came, drawing me in as if she wanted nothing more than to keep me there.
The attraction was primal and undeniable, and yet she was fighting it for all that she was worth. It was endlessly frustrating to me, and I had no doubt that today wasn’t the end of it.
I bristled, thinking of her with the burly boy that she’d been with the night I’d met her. I hadn’t been stalking her, but when she’d gone for lunch, I’d decided to take a walk for something to eat, too. I didn’t leave for lunch often, and I thought maybe she was onto a good idea. On my way past, I’d seen them through the windows of the deli. I’d seen the way she laughed with him, so easy and relaxed. She’d never been that casual with me.
Except maybe on that very first night.
I couldn’t ever get that back, I knew that. That had been ruined with the realization that I was her boss. But somehow, I had to get her to see that it didn’t matter. That we could still have a relationship.
I wanted something with her. Something more than wild sex dragged out of her by degrees, the tension building until she finally caved. The explosion was something else…that was for sure—but I wanted her more willingly. I wanted her to come to me, desirous and wanting, and beg for me to take her. I was getting tired of the chase.
I also knew that her time here was brief. We were already halfway through it. It made me feel desperate, knowing that I had to find some way to make her want to come back after her graduation. The idea of her being in another city, of possibly never seeing her again, made me feel slightly crazy.
I sat back down at my desk, shuffled through files, but it was impossible to focus. I couldn’t think of anything but her. How much I wanted her. It was frustrating and infuriating…and yet I couldn’t possibly imagine ending it. It was too good.
I set the files aside, reaching for my briefcase. Clearly, no more work was getting done today. I’d be taking an early day too.
The driver was waiting for me by the time I reached the bottom of the stairs. I relaxed into the car, closing my eyes and trying to think of anything other than Elizabeth.
Maybe I just needed a distraction. Elizabeth had found herself one, in the form of that Paul Bunyan character. I had plenty of numbers in my phone, just waiting for me to take the opportunity. Perhaps that was all that I needed—something to remind me that the world didn’t begin and end with Elizabeth.
I sighed, feeling some of the tension leave me at last.
I walked into my loft, taking a deep breath. The housekeeper had come that day, and the house was silent and perfect, like something out of a catalog, with a faint scent of cedar in the air. I wavered for a moment between the carefully stocked bar cart and the shower, finally deciding on a shower first. I unbuttoned my shirt as I headed for the master suite, tossing it in the laundry hamper. My trousers and boxers followed, and I stretched lazily, walking into the huge bathroom.
I wondered what Elizabeth’s reaction would be if I brought her here. The master bathroom had a huge whirlpool tub, separate from the shower, which was itself meant for two people, with a bench and multiple showerheads. I had a brief flashback to her in the shower, bent over as I pounded into her, the hot water streaming over us both. I felt my cock lurch in response, and I shook my head, trying to clear away the thoughts.
Who should I call, I wondered, stepping into the shower and turning on the water. There was Alanna, a gorgeous, dark-skinned Victoria’s Secret model that I’d hooked up with more than once. It had always been casual between us—she was far too busy for anything more, but there had been something electric that had always made me look forward to when she might be back in town.
Brianne, maybe? She was tall and blonde, an aspiring actress who waited tables at a popular restaurant near the Hill. She always liked to spend the night, though, even though I didn’t mind sending my driver to take her home. She was sweet, and I’d always suspected she might want more than just casual sex, although she insisted that she needed to be free for when she made her “big break”.
Anne! I’d forgotten about Anne. She was a small, spunky redhead, someone I’d met while out at a bar one night. Just like Elizabeth, my mind interjected, but I shrugged it off. She worked as a dominatrix at one of D.C.’s private sex clubs, but she had wanted me to be the more dominant one in bed the few times we’d slept together, which worked just fine for me. She said it made sex on her own time different from the sexual things she did at work.
My cock lurched again at the thought of the last time we’d fucked, and I knew I’d be calling her after I got out of the shower. I let my hands wander a little as I soaped up, my fist closing around my shaft and stroking once, twice, feeling the pleasure start its slow crawl through my groin into my muscles and nerves. It would be easy to keep going, to curl my fingers around myself and speed up, drawing it out until I finally erupted.
I let go. It would be that much better if I waited until later. I finished my shower, my cock still throbbing insistently, angry at my neglect. I reached for my phone on the bathroom counter when I stepped out, dialing Anne’s number.
She picked up on the third ring.
“Ethan?” she said, sounding a bit surprised. I felt a little guilty. It had been a while since I’d called her.
“It’s me, Anne. What do you think about going out later? Maybe some dinner, and then back to my place?”
“I can’t do dinner, honey,” she said, a little of her Boston accent showing through. “Your place sounds great, though. How about eleven? I have an early evening appointment at the club.”
“Perfect,” I said, anticipation rushing through me. “I’ll send my driver to pick you up.”
“Thanks, darling,” she said, drawing out the last word a few syllables. “See you tonight.”
The phone clicked off.
I shuffled out of the bedroom, heading towards the relaxation of my living room. I’d order something in for dinner, and wait for Anne to arrive.
Chapter 2
Ellie
I woke up from my nap feeling groggy and more tired than I had before. I could hear sounds from the kitchen, undoubtedly one of the other girls fixing dinner. I wasn’t hungry at all, but I supposed that I should go out and see what they had planned.
I took a shower and washed the day off, both my makeup and the traces of Ethan. I scrubbed my hair, rinsing until the combined scents of our cologne and perfume and sweat were all gone, and all I could smell was the lavender soap I’d purchased from a specialty store on a Sunday afternoon of shopping.
I pulled on a soft pair of sweats and a college t-shirt, throwing my hair up in a ponytail, and meandered out into the kitchen. I hoped that I didn’t look like I’d been soundly fucked on my boss’s desk that afternoon.
If I did, there was no mention of it. Catherine and Billie were both in the kitchen. Catherine was sautéing meat, and Billie was chopping lettuce and tomatoes. “Taco night,” Catherine announced, glancing up from her task.
“Sounds great,” I said as I took a seat on one of the bar stools at the edge of the counter, trying to summon some enthusiasm.
“I have a date Friday night,” I blurted out. Anything to get my mind off of Ethan.
Catherine nearly dropped her spoon. “Really? With who?” she asked excitedly.
“Brian. The guy who runs the brewery from that first night we went out. Remember him?”
“Yeah, the guy you blew off for that CEO type.”
I flinched. She didn’t know how close to the mark she’d come. “Yeah,” I said, ignoring her previous comment. “He’s taking me to some hipster bar for dinner and drinks. I could totally use your help figuring out what to wear.”
Catherine practically glowed at that. “Oh, I would love to help you pick something out!” she exclaimed. “That’s so exciting, Ellie!”
“Yeah, it will be fun, I think,” I said, trying to catch some of her excitement. It was hard not to, she was practically
glowing with it. “If it goes well, maybe we can all go on a date! It would be so much fun,” Catherine went on. “Billie is seeing this new guy…Alex, and Tom and I are still seeing each other quite a bit. I really wanted to go to New York after graduation, but now I think I might come back to D.C. He has a lot of good connections, and he’s sure I can get a job. We might even rent a place together! His lease is up soon, and…”
Catherine was off and running, and there was not much else for me to say. I poured a glass of wine and listened to her, almost grateful for the chatter, as it took my mind off of my current predicament. She eventually circled back around to my date with Brian, rattling off a list of ideas for what I could wear. She briefly suggested a shopping trip, which I quickly shut down. “Not a chance,” I said. “I don’t have the energy to go shopping for clothes. I’m sure there’s something in my closet that will work just fine.”
She pouted a little, but seemed to get over it pretty quickly. She and Billie served up dinner, and we all ate companionably around the table, sharing work stories.
“I heard you got an actual job,” Catherine said, and I winced. I had wondered how long it would take for news of my promotion to filter down to the intern pool.
“Mr. Sharpe needed a new personal assistant.” I shrugged. “I guess he had heard good things about my work.”
