Billionaire Boss: Part Two: Billionaire Boss, #2

By Tiffany Allee

An interview that changed her life…

Faith is willing to do whatever it takes to get—and keep—a position with Lawrence and Associates. The job requirements are more satisfying than she could have ever guessed, but while sensual games are encouraged, falling in love is against the rules.

She must protect her heart…

Above all, Faith’s sexy, mysterious boss, Mr. Lawrence, is off-limits. To sign on for a long term deal, Faith will have to dig deep, and find the strength to walk away.

Will her boss be strong enough to bring her back?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tiffany Allee
• Release date: Feb 8, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386887812

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Chapter Six

Faith had been waiting for this moment. Aching for it. And now that it was here, she could hardly believe it wasn’t a dream.

The man wasn’t only good looking and intelligent—simple human qualities like that wouldn’t make him so unattainable—he was also the most distant, difficult to reach man she’d ever met.

But she could reach him now. Reach right out and touch his lean muscles, his chiseled face. His hard cock.

She licked her lips.

Lawrence didn’t bother with his shirt. Instead, once he’d helped her back down to her knees, he simply unbuttoned his slacks and pulled his long, thick cock free. He didn’t close the short gap between them immediately. Instead, he gripped himself and pulled.

Her mouth dropped open and she gasped at the sight. It sent her straight back to the moment when she’d watched him jack off during her interview. After he’d spanked her. After he’d let his men use her.

When he’d instructed them to pull her to her feet so he could spill his seed on her naked breasts.

Just like that moment, his grip was hard, and his pull exacting. His eyes were locked on her body, which had once again been used at his discretion. And she was on the floor, on her knees, waiting to service him any way he wanted.

Take off the bra, he said, voice low and guttural.

She started at the sudden sound of his voice, but didn’t hesitate to remove the little bit of fabric that could be considered a bra only in the broadest sense of the word.

The material fell to the floor, revealing her breasts to him. Her nipples were hard and the peaks pointed to him, as if begging for his touch.

She was about ready to beg, too.

Good girl, he groaned, his hand moving faster.

She bit her lip to keep from asking him—begging him—to let her take his gorgeous cock into her mouth. To let her pleasure him. That would only dissuade him, convince him that she wasn’t ready. He had to be the one who decided when it was time. His dominant nature would allow for no less.

Are you wet?

Yes! she answered, too quickly.

Sir.

She blinked.

"Yes, sir. When we’re like this. When you’re on your knees waiting to service me. I’m always sir."

It shouldn’t make her wet, his ordering her around and telling her what to call him. Yes, sir. Her knees quivered, and she could feel her belly clench.

Check if you’re wet. Slip your hand inside of your panties.

Heat flooded up her neck and over her face. She shifted her knees slightly farther apart and looked down at the carpet.

Look at me. Look at me when you do it. If possible, his voice had become even more of a growl.

Embarrassed, she forced herself to meet his intense gaze. Then she slipped her hand inside the top of her tiny underwear.

Somehow this felt more revealing, more intimate, than allowing other men to touch her in front of him. This was entirely within her control. It wasn’t someone doing something to her—she was doing something to herself.

She slid her fingers over her swollen clit, pausing when a sharp arc of pleasure ran through her. Her eyelids fluttered.

No. Keep going. And keep your eyes on me, pet. He’d slowed the pace of his own hand, and his eyes were locked on hers.

Obeying his command with more than a little regret, she slid her hand down to her slit.

Push a finger inside yourself. Just the tip.

She did, and an almost painful need hit her. The tiny bit her fingertip made her want him even more. It wasn’t enough; she wasn’t enough. She needed someone to fill her.

She needed Lawrence.

Please, she murmured. Then, realizing her eyes had closed, she snapped them back open. His gaze was locked squarely on her barely covered pussy.

How wet are you? he asked, ignoring her entreaty.

Soaking. Belatedly remembering his instructions, she added, Sir.

Good. He stopped stroking himself, and instead just held his cock in his