Impossible (to Resist) Boss: Billionaire Romance

by Arabella Quinn

  His admission startled me. “You’ve been imagining this?”

  He ran a hand through his hair. He looked about on the edge of his usual composure. “I’ve been imagining having you since the first day you walked into my office for the job interview. I’ve imagined having you a million different times in a million different ways.”

  My eyes widened with surprise, but his confession only deepened my ache for him. This slow buildup was killing me.

  He was studying my reaction. “Have you ever thought about it before?”

  If he only knew. If he only knew how much I’d fantasized about him, he’d be shocked. Men were supposed to fantasize about sex. Not only had I thought up the dirtiest of fantasies about us, but I’d put them to paper and exposed them to the world. There was no way I could ever admit that.

  “It may have crossed my mind.” My cheeks heated with embarrassment, like I had been busted by the school principal doing something naughty. Once again, doubt reared its ugly head. “But, what we’re doing – we shouldn’t be-”

  He put a finger against my lips to stop me. “Lilliana, don’t worry about that.”

  It was like he knew what I was thinking.

  His finger traced across my collarbone and then over the swell of my breast, giving me goose bumps. “Show me some more of you.”

  I was slightly more tentative now, but I never wanted anything more in my life than I wanted him. I unhooked my bra and then tossed it aside.

  The growl at the back of his throat made me shiver. My breasts felt full and heavy, and he was looking at me like he was ravenous. The blood pulsed hot and sluggish in my veins.

  “So beautiful,” he murmured. He cupped my breast in his hand, his thumb sliding over my nipple. I inhaled quickly at the shock of his touch as it went right through me. It was a jolt of electricity that settled into an exquisite ache centered deep inside.

  His thumb continued to stroke my nipple while his other hand slid down my side and stopped at my hip. “Take off the panties. I want to see all of you.”

  My legs were feeling shaky, but somehow I managed to step out of my heels and slip off my black lace panties. Neither of us moved for at least a minute; I was completely absorbed by the moment. A haze of lust was overtaking everything else. I was utterly consumed with needing him.

  “Fuck,” he mumbled thickly. The way he was looking at me set me on fire.

  After what seemed to be an eternity, he closed the distance between us. Suddenly, his hands were everywhere, tangling in my hair, caressing my sides, tweaking my nipples and sliding between my thighs to stroke my clit until I was moaning with pleasure. His mouth forged a fiery trail from my lips and down my neck until they lingered on my breasts, teasing until I was whimpering with need.

  His finger circled my swollen clit and then plunged into my wet pussy. “My tongue needs to be here. Right now.”

  A strangled gasp escaped my throat as my hips bucked wildly against his fingers. My hands stopped their frenzied exploration of his body and grabbed onto his arms for support; my knees were threatening to buckle at any moment.

  His touch was so magical that I felt bereft when he removed his hand from between my legs, but I knew he could feel me unsteadily sagging against him. His arms encircled my waist, his hands cupping my ass as he spoke, “Wrap your legs around me.”

  I curled my arms around his neck and followed his instructions while he helped to hoist me up. Within seconds, he was striding across the hotel suite into the bedroom.

  Somehow he managed to pull down the covers of the bed, before he placed me down on the sheets positioned sideways, so that my legs were dangling over the side. He turned on the table lamp, so that we were bathed in the soft light from the dim bulb. I could feel my desire ratcheting up as he drank in every detail of my body. Before I could scoot up onto the bed properly, he clamped his hands down on my legs, stopping me. Kneeling down on the floor in front of me, he slowly parted my thighs.

  His eyes were blazing with passion. He very delicately lifted my right leg, kissed my instep and then hooked it over his shoulder. He repeated the same with the left. I had never been so overwhelmed with anticipation. My insides were clenched; my pussy throbbed with desire.

  I closed my eyes just as he buried his face between my thighs. I wanted what he was doing to me to last forever. He was masterful with his tongue, his lips, even his teeth. He was slow and methodical, flicking my swollen clit with his tongue and teasing my opening with his fingers, bringing me to the brink over and over, but not letting me come.

  The torture was exquisite. I writhed on the bed, alternately gasping with pleasure and calling out, my hips bucking and twitching involuntarily with every new sensation. When his finger penetrated me, all the different threads of pleasure seemed to coalesce together into a nuclear fusion of immense proportion. A strangled scream tore from my lips as I climaxed.

  I shattered into a thousand pieces as my muscles contracted into a series of spasms. Jason lifted his head to watch me for a moment and my legs automatically wanted to clamp closed, but he wouldn’t let them.

  A minute later, the most intense of the spasms had slowed. I was still gulping for air when I felt his tongue on my clit once again. He sucked lightly at my clit and then his tongue pressed firmly into my entrance.

  “Jason…” I was pleading. I’m not sure if I was pleading for him to stop or to keep going.

  His fingers slid around my sex before slipping deep inside me, crooking his fingers to stroke me. My clit was swollen and sensitive; each pass of his tongue was pushing me to the edge of a cliff. I had never felt anything so heavenly. It was almost unbearable. I was flying higher and higher to a culmination that ended in bliss.

  It only took seconds before I exploded with a rush of juices. I wasn’t even sure what was happening. It felt like a completely separate orgasm, even more intense than the first, but my muscles hadn’t even finished quivering and contracting from the first one.

  Jason remained mostly still; his tongue lapping my juices and his fingers feeling my body squeeze around them. My climax had come fast and hard; it was almost intimidating in its intensity, so I was glad when Jason removed his fingers and sat up.

  I couldn’t move. My eyes were squeezed shut and I was as limp as an old dish rag. I didn’t think it would be possible to ever coax another inch of pleasure from my body. It was spent.

  When I finally managed to open my eyes, I saw that he had removed his shirt and was sliding out of his pants. His body was magnificent. Toned and fit. Rippling and masculine. Especially the bulge in his boxer briefs. I couldn’t tear my eyes away. I wanted to explore every inch of him.

  He pretended to be calm as he was pulling off his briefs, but I could see the rush in his movements, the clench of his jaw. I held my breath, waiting impatiently to see his cock. I’d only dreamt about it for months on end.

  It didn’t disappoint. It matched him perfectly; he was extremely well endowed without being obscenely enormous. He was a stunning specimen of male. I wanted to take him in my mouth, reciprocate the pleasure he’d just given me, but he seemed to have other things on his mind. He pulled a box of condoms out of the bedside table’s drawer and within moments was sliding one onto his length.

  I wasn’t sure that I could endure sex after what I’d just experienced. My orgasm had been so powerful. I pulled my legs up onto the bed and made room for him to join me. He laid down next to me, his masculine scent filling my nostrils, and began to softly caress my body from my shoulder to my hip. I tentatively explored his chest with my hands. “I’m scared.”

  He put his finger under my chin and forced me to look at him. “I’m not going to hurt you. I promise.”

  Even though his words were comforting, I felt I needed to explain. “I think I need to rest for a bit. That was intense.”

  He smiled, but I could tell he was barely holding on. I reached down and wrapped my hands around his cock, relishing the gasp he tried to stifle. I didn’t think my bod
y could handle sex, but I wasn’t cruel. I wasn’t going to leave him in this state and getting to know his body, especially his cock, was high on my list of priorities.

  He shifted his body, so that we were touching – head to toe. His fingers began lightly massaging my side and slowly his mouth found my breast. I was surprised at how quickly my body responded to him. I immediately felt a renewed and very intense arousal building. Every time his tongue swirled around my nipple, his teeth nipped at its peak or he gently suckled, I felt a pulse of naked desire overwhelming all else.

  By the time his fingers discovered my pussy again, I was writhing with desperate need. He had me rocking against his hand, wildly thrusting my hips and begging for more. He located my g-spot and began stroking it and it was almost too much to handle. I knew I was going to come again.

  “I’m not sure you’re ready yet,” he whispered into my ear and then began nibbling at it; all the while his masterful fingers were steadily driving me crazy.

  “Please,” I gasped. “I need to feel you inside me. Please, Jason! Before I come again.”

  He growled deep in his throat. He removed his hand and then climbed on top of me. I opened my legs, silently begging him to relieve this agony. He’d held off for so long, I thought he must be in complete agony, but still he took his time.

  Instead of plunging deep into me, he guided the tip of his cock to my entrance and then took both of my hands in his and raised them above my head, pinning them down. Our eyes locked.

  I was so wet that his cock easily slid into me, despite its large size. His first few thrusts were excruciatingly slow and steady. My hips rocked forward to meet his every move. All the while, we were looking into each other’s eyes. It was so intimate. There was no escape from him while he pounded in and out of me.

  When he sped up, I realized that the pressure was building too quickly again. I was going to explode. I called out his name as I climaxed again. My muscles clenched him tight as the spasms wracked me.

  He kissed me quickly on the lips, quieting my frantic cries, and then pumped into me a few more times. He tensed, finally allowing his own release before collapsing on top of me, shielding me from most of his weight. Still buried deep inside me, he kissed me again, a tender sexy kiss, branding me his own and leaving me breathless.

  I wrapped my arms around him. My heart was completely full. I was his. I suspected the euphoric feeling I was experiencing was love, but I didn’t want to analyze what it meant. Instead, I allowed myself to succumb to a blissful surrender in his arms.

  That night, not only did I find out what a good lover he was, but I found out how amazing his stamina was. The next time we made love, we had barely rested. I was lying in his arms, dozing off happily, when I was awakened by his hands feverishly caressing my body. I could feel his erection poking into my side.

  He must have shut off the light while I was sleeping, because when I turned to him, his face was hidden by darkness. His hands were busy making my body sing, but he paused to kiss me. He tenderly smoothed the hair away from my face and then slowly parted my lips with his tongue. A rush of longing swept through my body as his kiss deepened.

  As his fingers start exploring my most intimate parts, my brain went cloudy with need. It was only a few minutes later that I was begging him to hurry as he rolled on another condom. This time, as he drove into me, his fingers relentlessly massaged my clit until I shattered underneath him. It wasn’t until after he coaxed another orgasm out of me, that he allowed himself to come.

  The pleasure he gave me left me feeling drugged and languid. I fell asleep quickly.

  The third time I was awakened, I wondered if I could survive this hedonism. But, my body instantly responded to him.

  “I can’t get enough of you.” His voice sounded ragged and filled with need.

  He was a master at building my desire. He was making me burn for him as much as I had burned for him the first time. When I could hold back no longer, I screamed out his name as another powerful climax washed over me.

  I woke up slowly. Even without opening my eyes, I could tell it was morning and I knew right away that I was in Jason’s bed. My back was to him, but every part of our naked bodies was touching. Our limbs were hopelessly entwined, my body perfectly molded to his. His arm was draped over my side and he had me trapped in a tight embrace. I resisted the urge to snuggle into him; it felt so right.

  I listened to his steady breathing and was relieved that he was still sleeping. I needed to think. The bed smelled of a mix of his fancy cologne and sex; surprisingly, it was a scent that was quite pleasing to me. I opened my eyes slowly, careful not to move and awaken him. The room was brightly lit from the early morning sun, because the drapes hadn’t been drawn the night before. Without moving my head, I couldn’t see a clock, so I had no idea what time it was.

  I thought about the night before and felt my cheeks burning. Jesus, how many times did we do it? No matter what I’d fantasized or what I’d written in my book, I’d never thought what happened last night was possible. Effortlessly, he’d managed to give me pleasure over and over again. And something had fully gelled in my mind.

  I had fallen in love with him. I wasn’t sure exactly when it happened, but I knew for sure that it did. Making love to him had been the icing on the cake. It had confirmed it. Solidified it.

  And it was a disaster.

  This was just a casual fling for him. I’d read all kinds of romantic notions into his actions, when there weren’t any. Now, I knew it was time for me to get hurt. I’d fucked up and laid my body and soul bare. And my heart. Now, I was going to pay dearly.

  I wasn’t a casual fling kind of girl, especially when my heart was involved. This had been a deep, sensual experience for me. I’d felt a real, intimate connection – a once in a lifetime, soul-mate type of connection - where he’d just been banging his secretary.

  After what we’d just shared, how would I ever be able to look him in the eye again? He wouldn’t respect me. Even if I could just forget it ever happened, I would be a big mess. I had sacrificed everything just to experience this one night with him. I’d slept with my boss and it had been a fatal mistake.

  My breathing was coming out in short, shallow bursts. I was panicking. Fight or flight instincts were kicking in, and I definitely wanted to flee. I had to get away before he woke up, but we were impossibly tangled together.

  I started by very slowly moving his arm off of me. I took my time, excruciatingly careful not to wake him up. The last thing I wanted was for him to catch me stark naked, slinking shamefully away.

  About ten minutes later, I couldn’t believe that I was going to make it. I had untangled our legs and peeled most of my lower body away from him. I had to practically pry my sticky skin off him; so many times I thought for sure he’d awaken. Luckily, his breathing remained steady. Thank goodness, he must have been exhausted.

  I was about to make my final move toward escape, when his hand reached out to grab me and hauled me right back against him.

  “Where are you going?” His voice sounded sleepy.

  I didn’t answer; I was too busy trying to settle the frantic beat of my heart.

  His hand slid up my side and rested right on top of my breast. “Just stay. We’ll figure all this out later. Back in Boston. Stay with me.”

  My mind was racing a mile a minute. What did he mean? Why did he want me to stay? Was it a good sign?

  “Stop thinking so loud.” He smiled against my shoulder. “Relax. Go back to sleep.”

  I closed my eyes, but there was no way I could go back to sleep. I tried to slow my breathing and relax, but it was hard when I was naked and in his arms. Images from our love making the night before flashed through my brain and I felt my nipple pebbling under his hand. Jesus, I was getting turned on.

  His fingers tweaked my nipple and I let out a puff of air. When his hand slid down my side, I tried not to move, but my legs parted slightly in invitation. He was an exceptional lover and I could
never get enough. A sweet ache was growing between my legs. How could I need him again so badly?

  Chapter 20

  Jason knew the exact moment she had woken up. He’d already been awake for a while. He’d lain silently next to her, watching her sleep, tamping down the urge to caress her awake so that he could sink into that sweet abyss between her thighs once more.

  His head was propped up on a pillow, but Lilliana was tucked safely against him, her head resting alongside his chest. He must have moved when he first woke up, because she had stirred in her sleep, burrowing even closer to him and further entwining their legs. From his position, he could see the right side of her face; she wore a faint smile as if she were dreaming the sweetest of things. He also had a lovely view of the curve of her hip and the juncture between her legs, but he couldn’t peek for too long without his cock responding.

  He knew she must be exhausted, so he didn’t want to wake her up by mistake. He reigned in his naughty thoughts, amazed that he could even think about going another round with her. It was rare for him to enjoy a woman the next morning. He had only allowed it with a very few women that he was sure clearly understood the arrangement.

  There was no clear understanding with Lilliana. Having her in his arms this morning would normally be a disaster. Yet, he couldn’t keep the smile off his face. He wanted her. He’d never grow tired of being with her. Everything about her turned him on: her body, her smell, and oh God, her taste. He knew in his heart that she’d ruined other women for him.

  He realized that he hadn’t even had sex with another woman in a long time, since even before he read Corporate Secrets. It hadn’t even been a passing thought. He’d been obsessed with Lilliana. He wanted to do everything with her. To her. He’d imagined it all in great detail for agonizing months.

  He had never felt this way before. And, it wasn’t all about sex; he suspected that he was falling in love with her. The idea was as strange as it was exciting; he never thought that he was capable of such a thing. It was a stunning revelation that required further examination, because as soon as they got back to Boston, things would be complicated.