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Terms and Conditions (Dreamland Billionaires, #2)(109)

Author:Lauren Asher

I shake my head and regain control over the situation. “You know what I think?”

“Feel free to keep it to yourself.”

Iris sucks in a breath as I drag my fingers up and down her thighs.

“I think you hoped something like this would happen.”

Her eyes are two glittering orbs of brown. “Quite the assumption on your part.”

“So you don’t want this?” I tease the damp triangle of material before retreating, and she stares at me with a look of murder in her eyes.

“I wouldn’t go that far.”

I chuckle as I grab onto the strap of her thong and drag it down her legs.

She lifts each foot for me, and I bend down to retrieve it.

Her brow arches as she looks over at me pocketing her thong. “I never pegged you as the souvenir type.”

“Why would I need a souvenir when I can have you any time I want?” I nudge her legs apart one at a time. She bites down on her lip to stifle her moan as I drag my index finger across her slit, collecting her arousal. My heart pounds in my ears, growing louder with each second that passes. I sink a finger into her only to withdraw it a second later, making her hiss.

She pushes her ass out. “Please.”

“Please what?” I step out of her reach, and she grinds against the air.

“Make me come.”

Her death stare turns into one of lust as I thrust two fingers inside of her.

My cock aches to replace them, and my movements grow desperate to match.

Her teeth dig into her bottom lip, quieting her moans. I press my thumb against her clit and rub it in slow circles. My fingers brush against her G-spot, and her knees buckle as she clutches onto the desk for stability. She unravels, her legs dropping out from underneath her as she comes.

She is completely dazed as I undo my belt buckle and pull down my pants. I’m quick with putting on the condom, ignoring the way my chest tightens at the idea of disregarding my duty for her.

It’s only a matter of time before she comes around to the idea. Give her time.

I push my erection against her opening. She bolts upright, but I push her flat against the desk.

I lean forward and press my chest against her back. “I could come at the sight of you, ass up, facedown, and wet for me.”

“That would be quite disappointing, to say the least.”

She releases a sharp breath as I push her hair aside, revealing her neck. I kiss the spot that seems to drive her wild. She bucks under me, pushing the tip of my cock into her. I bite down on the inside of my cheek to stop my groan, although my eyes roll back into my head. Never have I felt this kind of connection to someone else. Over the years, I forgot what it felt like to desire someone. To be driven by the need to possess them in every single way.

I have a meeting in five minutes and I’m too busy fucking her to prepare for it. In fact, it turns me on to consider them waiting outside, listening to how good I make Iris feel.

Iris doesn’t seem pleased with my lack of action as she uses the edge of the desk to push backward, and I sink farther into her.

I grip onto her hips. “You’re not in charge here.”

“Oh, honey. I’ve always been in charge. You just were too caught up in yourself to realize who was running things around here.” Her wide grin steals my ability to breathe.

I ram into her, and her gasp of air makes me smile.

“You were saying?”

She laughs.

It stirs the wild side of me that I keep under lock and key. I withdraw, only to thrust back into her with punishing strength. Her dilated eyes still reflect amusement, and it drives me feral that she doesn’t seem the least bit fazed by this connection. Desperation claws against my chest to show her who holds the power between us.

I take out my frustration on her body. My hands grip onto her waist as I ram into her over and over again. Her breathing becomes more ragged, and her grip on the edge of the desk slips along with her control.

You’re not in charge here, my ass.

A knock against the door makes Iris’s eyes widen.

“Mr. Kane? I wanted to let you know I’m here for our meeting at three.”

I lean forward and press the pad of my thumb against her clit. “Talk.”

“Hi, Mr. Davis. We’ll be ready in a few minutes.” Her cheery voice doesn’t match the arousal in her eyes.

She attempts to shift away from me, but I hold her in place.

“What are you doing?” she whispers.

“You’re not dismissed yet.”

“Asshole.”

I withdraw my cock and trace the seam of her ass with the tip. “Does that mean yours is on the table?”