In My Billionaire Boss's Bed

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notification from a famous dating app. A lot of people use the app f

ce at my phone as

206, I'm here.

G: On my

the vast lobby. I slip into the elevator and while it takes me

the front. My hand itches to unbutton them so I can show

on my feet. They're not mine but my cousin, Marienne's. She thinks

V-card to a random guy I met online. I don't even know what he loo

tizing my studies over my social life because

tration in a few months and I'm determined to get some roman

on, while focusing solely on graduating with first class. I sometimes

ng my internship tomorrow so it has to be tonight

vealing my smooth pale skin. If I bend down just a little, you can almos

he opposite sex. And the inanimate amount of porn Marienne sends me eve

repared a lo

and I feel like blood is starting to drain from my hands. I can still rethink

'm being

door swings open. My heart thumps loudly in my chest and

s man in front of me cannot be the age he claims to be. He told me he's thirty two and I've always loved o

e impossibly wide, his hips narrow and tight. Dark, slanted eyebrows cut decisive

traight blade of a nose, not too long, not too short, just perfect. High forehead and square jaw wi

nds now. in the pocket of his jeans. It's been twel

e, honey." he finally says and I find myself riveting in h

way that connects the living room to the bedroom. No door for partitioning, but it makes the suite appear bi

w's he able to afford to pay for this suit

wly turn around, he's standing tall and so close to me. I don't breathe, I do

slides in my hair; and mine grabs his shoulders. He taste

he's placing me on the counter. My cheeks flush as he breaks the kiss and takes off his

ared?" his

ch out my hands to wrap them around him. Then he en

skin and the rough purr to his voice makes it hard to think. His hand brushes again

barrassing, but before I can pull away, his f

," he says against my ear, and there's b

against the counter, sucking in tiny sips of air. His eyes are on my face, his free hand still spread wid

y doing this. My eyelids lower, and he steps near enough for me to feel his b

than before. My muscles tense as he moves his index fi

osing, the world going black and bliss

," I

nts before tugging down the zipper. I slide my hand i

ong and wide. Air hisses be

inkle of foil. He grabs one of my knees, t

ls through me. Okay, t

face flush with secondhand embarrassmen

reeling with a million reasons why things can go wrong

my hair as he says, "Trust me