Page 93 of The Billionaire's Assistant
“You keep lube on the balcony.”
“I do now. I keep it everywhere. Haven’t you figured that out?”
I laughed and realized that was true. I had intimate knowledge of him stashing lube in the kitchen as well as a drawer he could reach from the shower.
“Maybe I should help you make sure you’ve been thorough enough.”
“Are you challenging me?”
“Maybe.”
“Your ass is going to be very sore tonight.”
I laughed as I drizzled the lube onto his cock and worked it in, loving the way he closed his eyes and leaned his head back. “Feel good?”
“Fuck yes, but your ass will feel better.”
I straddled him then, thinking about how I’d been in the same position the first night I’d stayed here. He’d cooked for me then too, after exhausting me in his bed. It had taken only a few hours to recover enough to need him desperately again.
Miles narrowed his eyes at me. “What are you smiling about?”
“I was thinking about the first night I spent here, how I couldn’t get enough of you.”
“And now?”
“I think I need you even more.”
He gripped my hips, maneuvering me into place. “Take what you need.”
I lowered myself onto his cock, gasping as he filled me. When I was fully seated against him, I met his gaze. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” he pulled me down for a kiss that started out soft and turned ferocious as I began to move up and down.
“This is real, right? I get to stay here and keep doing this.”
He gripped my hips tightly. “You damn well better not stop.”
I laughed, fighting against his hold and rising up until only the tip of his cock was inside me.
“Damn it, Ben. Fuck me.”
“Answer me first.”
“This is real, so fucking real. You are everything to me and we’re going to do this at least once a day for the rest of our lives.”
I groaned as I sank down again, taking all of him once more. “That sounds perfect.”
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