
One night saved by the billionaire
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Introduction
I pulled back, meeting his still gaze.
“Can I taste it?” I asked, my face warm.
He chuckles, nodding. I lick my way from his mouth through his chest and stomach muscles and down still.
Finding out I spent the night with my new boss is all types of wrong.
A man like Maxwell Thatcher is the last person I expect to save me from a disaster date.
Especially when he pretends to be someone I least expect.
He’s ready to be anyone I need him to be when I’m in a pinch.
And to return the favor, I’m willing to do anything he wants.
It was supposed to be one night, but who knew we’d meet again sooner than expected.
This familiar stranger is my company's new CEO.
And who knew his secrets could be my salvation?
Chapter 1
“Good Evening, Mrs.Graham.” I smiled at the old woman coming out of the elevator.
Mrs. Graham smiles at me but narrows her eyes when she sees Maxwell. He flashes her a smile, and she…blushes? The elevator opens, and I nudge him in.
“I think the old lady likes me.” He chuckles.
Casually, Maxwell leans against the elevator’s wall as his eyes touch mine. A little light-headed, I shift as he draws closer. Warmth spreads through my body and especially in my panty-clad pussy.
“Looks like you need some help,” he says with a soft knowing smile teasing his wonderful lips. “Feeling warm?”
“Maybe.” Flushed, I was tempted to look away from his eyes.
Maxwell sweeps one hand over my hair. His warm breath caresses my neck and I shudder. His soft lips are a breath away. My grip on my purse tightens. Unable to resist having him so close, I kissed him. I nibble at his lower lip and enjoy the smoothness of his tongue and his teeth. Delicious.
The ping of the bell announces the lift’s arrival on the seventh floor. The elevator slows to a smooth stop and the doors slide open.
“M-my floor,” I said, breaking the kiss.
I led him to my apartment and opened the door after a brief struggle with my keys. It’s hard to maintain focus when a man as attractive as Maxwell is breathing down on me.
“Welcome to my apartment.” I moved inside, tossing my purse onto a couch and turning to face him. “My roommate isn't around, so we have the place to ourselves.”
Do we have a place for ourselves? Seriously, Ella?
Feeling flushed and a little drunk, it’s not surprising I’m this bold. My body is full of nervous energy that seems to be mounting.
A lopsided grin plays on his lips, but he says nothing. His approving look and his tongue moving over his lips were enough to melt me from within. He steps in, closes the door, and scans the living room for a brief moment. His eyes returned to me and he comes closer.
Still silent, he trails my hair through his fingers and his eyes drift through my body from head to toe. His mouth crashes onto mine, and he pushes me against the wall. I meet his breathtaking kiss and welcome the spearing of his tongue into my mouth.
Hoisting me up, he grabs my ass and his erection pressed against my mound. He’s close. Close enough that his touch heats up my skin, making my head swim.
I tore my mouth from his and pressed my lips to his throat. His firm yet delicate touches turn my legs into jelly. He unzips my dress and I slump my shoulders to help him ease it off my body.
We moved through the hallway and to my bedroom. I tugged at the edges of his turtleneck, drawing it over his shoulders. He removes his undershirt and I gasp. His body is lean but toned and muscular, with a broad chest and defined abs. I lick my lips, swallowing to wet my dry throat.
I pulled him toward me and tugged to lose his belt before pulling his slacks down. My breathing shudders as I feel his cock through the fabric of his briefs. He’s as huge as I imagined he would be.
“Look what you’re packing, Maxwell. I’d love that monster in me right now,” I breathed in his ear.
Why the fuck would I say that?
I cup and squeeze his balls through his briefs. He groans, before easing my hands away. He pulls down his briefs, and my breathing stops for a moment. His cock twitches, erect and with veins popping out along its length.
My fingers move to his shaft, which is hard and hot to the touch. It’s been more than a while since I was with anyone – since I felt this desire for a man. He groans and finds my lips again, but this time the kiss is less gentle.
I pulled back, meeting his still gaze.
“Can I taste it?” I asked, my face warm.
He chuckles, nodding. I lick my way from his mouth through his chest and stomach muscles and down still.
I suck on him, tasting his precum. He digs his hands in my hair and urges me further. My pussy tingles as I take him deeper into my mouth, using my lips and tongue to lap over him as he slides deeper into my throat. I retrace a path over his shaft and linger at the tip, tasting him.
“Do you want me to go on?”
In reply, he holds my head and pushes his length into my mouth. My hand doesn’t stop moving on his cock and his sack underneath. My pussy throbs with need.
I pulled him out of my mouth. “Let’s try something else.”
He chuckles as I lie on the bed. Looming over me, he grabs my breasts and frees them from my bra’s restraint. His fingers-grip, tweak, and tug at both nipples. The sensations make my belly knot and the folds between my legs pulse.
He shifts and leans over me, taking a breast into his mouth and sucking sensually on my nipple. His fingers slide down my taut belly and slip over my pussy’s lips.
He bends over my face and kisses my forehead, before looking into my eyes as his fingers drive me crazy. I spread my legs and he grins. He cups my mouth and his middle finger pushes past my lips and deep inside my slick pussy. I lift my hips to meet him, my body bucking.
“So hot. So wet and ready. Do you know what I’m going to do now?”
“W-what?” I gasp as he tugs away my thong, the fastenings ripping as if made of paper.
“I think you know the answer. You can feel it coming, can’t you?”
“Y-Yes…yes!”
I shudder, wondering what kind of mess I’ll make on the bedcover. My body is on fire from his touches, with little snaps of pleasure fluttering in my belly.
He brought his face closer to my ears. “Do you want me now?”
“Yes… I want you so badly.”
I squirm on the bed, with his teasing touches driving me to places unknown. Maxwell’s tongue teases my breasts, then glides over my belly, down my thighs, then over my calves as he kisses his way down. I quiver in response to his kisses, the press of his lips to my soft skin, and his flickering tongue on my navel.
His mouth now settles on my core. I buck my hips and grip his head with my thighs as he flicks my chest. He slides his tongue over my mouth, closes his lips, and pulls on my warm flesh.
I gasp as unfamiliar sensations overwhelm my senses beyond my control. My back arches as his two fingers curl, and he draws and pushes them in and out. My pussy gets wetter until my juices leak onto my thighs.
It’s like immense pleasure is about to swallow me and I can't control what is rushing up to meet me. I grip the sheets as my body tenses. I’m shaken by an immense force of climax that pushes me over the edge.
“Do you have any condoms?” His face is a mask of pure lust.
Panting and unable to utter a word, I pointed to my bedside table. He opens the drawer and pulls out a condom. I swallow as he tears the package and rolls it on his cock.
Then, he kneels between my legs and slides the head over my parted lips.
Leaning forward, he bears his weight on one extended arm. I squirm, digging my fingers into his skin as his cock slides past my lips and fills me up.
Maxwell glides in and out of me in slow, rhythmic thrusts at first but his pace soon quickens. I clench and tug on him, with every thrust of his pushing me up the bed.
“M-Maxwell… Fuck… I’m… going to–”
I screamed, drawing my legs up and gripping my ankles. He kisses me, silencing my cries with his mouth. I suck on his tongue as we share the final moments of crazy, unimaginable sex. I cling to him as waves of my orgasm rush in upon me.
“Are you okay?” he whispers.
I can’t speak. I nod and guide him deeper.
I wrap one leg around his thigh, holding on to his hips as we move again, faster, then slow, then fast again, ramping up the pace until it feels like I can’t hold back.
I came again, hard. My whole body seizes as I'm gripped by a force that sweeps over me. A moment later, he groans, throwing his head back, reaching his peak as hard as I have mine by the looks of him, then collapses on top of me.
We just lay until we’re both back to reality. I can’t think about what comes next. I can’t think about anything except the sensation of being thoroughly ravished. He pulls out and lies beside me. I snuggled into his arms, and soon fall asleep.
When I woke up, it was still dark.
I snuggle underneath the covers. Before yesterday, I hadn't had sex so well. How could something as ordinary as sex be so …profoundly satisfying? I snuggle closer to the other side of the bed, then open my eyes. It’s empty.
Sitting up, I scanned the room, but there was no sign of him. Maxwell is gone.
What did I expect? I beat my pillow with a fist, before lying down. At least he could have said goodbye. I tilt my head. My phone lies on my bedside table. Perhaps…
No. I’m not calling him. I sighed, before closing my eyes.
A voice filters into me from the bathroom. It’s low, but I have recognized that rich baritone from last night. I heaved a sigh of relief. Maxwell hasn’t gone yet. Maybe he’s on a call. But who is he calling in the early hours of Saturday?
I lift myself off the bed and tiptoe to the door. My breath hitches as I lean forward, placing an ear on the door. I shouldn’t eavesdrop, but I want to know who he’s talking to. Maybe he has a wife? I didn’t even consider that last night.
“… Yes. It’ll be ready before Monday. I should start fully on Monday. Just had the last of my meetings yesterday.”
He pauses. My eyebrows furrow. Is he talking about work?
“HireCorp is in good hands. The takeover was smooth.” Another pause. “Yes, Monday. I have big plans for the company.”
I gasp. That’s when it clicks into place.
Maxwell is indeed the new owner of the company I work in!
Oh shit.
His voice ceased, meaning the call had ended. I hurried back to bed and closed my eyes, taking deep breaths to calm my racing heart. The bathroom door opens. Maxwell’s arm hooks around my shoulders.
I blink, as if just waking. He grins at me.
“Hi there.”
Holding my neck, he draws me in for a thorough kiss. My pulse raced as his lips brushed over mine.
Here I am, making out with my boss. After a night of wild and hot sex, I pulled away. “L-let’s go get coffee.”
His finger circles around my breasts, before moving down to my pussy.
“There are better ways to start the day.” He grins, before turning me over.
I take deep breaths to calm my racing heart, but Maxwell's tongue over my clit makes my efforts futile. He grinds me to a climax that leaves a pit in my stomach. I’m left breathing heavily, my heart hammering from both the spine-melting climax and my horrid discovery.
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