The Irresistible Billionaire

Chapter 20

Lunch break’s over, but looks like I’m about to be the main course.

“Ahh!” I gasped when Johnny pinned me against the wall of his office and claimed my lips like he owned them.

He bit my lower lip, pulling a moan out of me.

My hands trembled as I fumbled to unbutton his shirt, trying to focus on kissing him—while my brain was spinning in a thousand directions.

He kissed me feverishly, his hands all over me—gripping, touching, squeezing every inch like he couldn’t get enough.

The lust? It was too much. I could feel it in my skin. His touch only made it burn hotter, prickling and intense, it grows the fire from deep inside me.

My legs were wrapped around his waist, suspended in the air. His big hands cupped my butt, holding me up like I weighed nothing while he devoured me like a starving wolf.

He grew even more ravenous, licking and nibbling at my neck, leaving marks I’d have to cover later—if I even cared right now.

I didn’t.

I just needed him.

Running my fingers through his hair, I yanked when he bit my skin gently. My chest heaved, breath hitching, body pulsing with a need I couldn’t deny.

I feel so alive.

And horny as hell.

This is wrong.

This isn’t me.

But it feels so darn right.

Another moan escaped, but swallowed when a knock on the door froze us.

“f**k…” he muttered, ready to ignore it—until Tamara’s voice floated in from the other side.

We shared a frantic glance. I wiped the smudge of lipstick from his lips. He gently set me down, hiding me behind him before cracking the door open.

“Yeah—” he cleared his throat, “Yes?” he kept his body hidden, just his head peeping out.

“I heard from Dr. Weathers your session went well. Everything okay?” she asked, graceful as ever.

“Uh-huh. Yep, all good. You need anything? I'm kinda busy right now,” he replied, clearly trying to rush her off.

I stood behind the door, silent.

Until Johnny’s sneaky hand found my waist… then slid up my stomach.

I shot him a look, ready to move away, but he grabbed my shirt, his eyes flashing a threat, telling me to tay still or something bad will happen.

“There’s actually an emergency board meeting. I’ve had to postpone it ‘til tomorrow,” Tamara continued. “I’ll be needing your full focus for this one, Johnny. It’s important. And I meant it.”

He hummed, clearly not listening. His hand slid up my skirt, revealing my silky red underwear.

And then… he cupped my mound.

I nearly choked.

“Sure. Anything else?”

“Where’s Cassidy? I wanted to talk to her. I’ve got something important for her.”

Panic mode: flipped on.

I grabbed his wrist, trying to stop his teasing, but he ignored me.

“Don’t know. We went in different directions after the therapist. Maybe you missed her on the way in?” he lied smoothly. “If it’s urgent, just tell me—I’ll pass it on.”

“No, sweetheart. It’s fine. I’ll just visit her tonight.” She paused. “Won’t you let me in?”

I gripped Johnny’s arm when he yanked my underwear aside and slid a finger inside me.

My hand flew to my mouth to muffle the gasp.

Oh my god…

Pleasure and panic collided like a car crash. I didn’t know what to focus on—his fingers or his mother outside the door.

“Bad timing, Mom,” Johnny said, still thrusting slowly. “I’m blowing off some steam. Let’s do dinner tonight—my treat. Why don't we invite my secretary?”

“Johnny. Seriously? In your office?”

“Not exactly a rare thing,” he chuckled, speeding up his fingers.

My legs crossed. Eyes rolled back. Breath hitched. I was so close. I can feel myself getting closer to my clinax.

I tapped his arm—begging for mercy. But Johnny Miles likes it when someone's begging for him.

He thrust faster.

“For goodness’ sake, Johnny!”

“I’ll see you later, my favorite woman. Love you,” he said, blowing her a kiss and finally shutting the door and locking it.

My heartbeat pounded louder than the sound of her footsteps retreating.

“I’m coming…” I whispered.

“Now this is hot,” he smirked, pinning me against the wall, still fingering me. “Tell me when you’re close.”

“I am!” I cried, holding onto his arm—until he pulled out. “Johnny!”

“You think you deserve to come that easy?” he whispered, holding his glistening finger from my pre-c*m to my lips. “Open that precious mouth, Cass.”

I stared in surprise. “W–what?”

“Suck it,” he said—and I obeyed in an instant.

My taste spread across my tongue. Dirty. Wrong. Insanely hot. But I don't care now, I'm totally engrossed with the feeling. He trapped me in his world. His paradise.

“You’re f*****g gorgeous,” he murmured, kissing me again. Tongue deep, battling with mine. Hands everywhere.

He yanked my skirt up to my stomach, squeezed my ass like it was his stress ball, and steered us toward the desk.

I stumbled. My broken heels not helping—but his arms kept me steady.

Gentle? Not in his nature. I’ve learned that twice. Now, for the third time.

He shoved everything off the desk. Folders flew, lamp shattered, laptop? He pushed it off like it was just a piece of trash.

He laid me on the desk, parted my legs, and dove his hips between them while he lapped me like there's no tomorrow.

"Johnny..." I moaned when he pulled away from the wild kiss and began unbuckling his belt.

With trembling hands, I helped him undress—unbuttoning his shirt until his beautifully sculpted body was once again exposed before my eyes.

Oh la la...

"Liking the view?" he asked with a smirk, letting his slacks fall to the floor. He kicked them away, leaving nothing on but his stained shirt draped across his back.

"I’ve seen better," I teased—and that only darkened his expression.

"Liar," he muttered, ripping my blouse open and yanking my bra down until my boobs popped out.

Like a starved man, he leaned in and latched onto my taut n****e, sucking, licking, and teasing it until a numbing sensation shot through me, curling my toes.

My lips parted, but only the sound of my breath came out. My hands yanked at his hair as the heat inside me grew unbearable—and the only remedy I had was Johnny.

He left another mark on my skin before guiding me to lean against the table.

“Damn nice curves, Cassy babe. How dare you hide this from my eyes?” he murmured, caressing my butt cheek in slow, circular motions.

I yelped when he spanked me. It was a pleasurable sting that made me grip the edge of the desk tighter, bracing for more.

I need him.

"You know what I do to stubborn little girls like you?" he whispered into my ear, then licked it. "They get f****d right. But for you, my Cass... it’s Christmas time."

He tugged my underwear down.

And then did what I least expected—he dropped to his knees, his face in front of my s*x, staring at it like I was his favorite course.

“f*****g beautiful,” I heard him say before holding both my butt cheeks and spreading them. Then he started kissing the lips between my thighs.

I had to bite my hand to muffle my moans. He didn’t just know how to f**k—his tongue on my c**t had me losing my damn mind.

My legs parted on their own, greedy for more. I wanted everything he had to give. And just when my legs began to shake, I started turning into a moaning mess.

“Tasty…” he chuckled, giving me one last lick before slapping it. “Say you’re thankful to me, Cass.” He stood up behind me, rubbing the head of his c**k against my dripping cunt.

“Yes, thank you, Johnny,” I panted. My eyes were closed. I was exhausted—but still craving more. I needed that fire to keep burning.

“You are?”

I nodded, humming in response.

“Doesn’t sound like you are.” Then he suddenly thrust half of his length inside me, stealing my breath. “Are you really?” he asked, pulling out—leaving me empty.

“I am. Thank you so much, Johnny. But please, I need you inside me,” I begged. One thing I knew for sure—he liked when I begged.

Johnny gripped my neck and pulled me up to stand straight.

“If you’re really thankful… ride me.”

He turned me to face him—naked, hard, and breathtaking—then slipped my glasses back on.

“I want to see your face like this,” he said, pulling me toward the sofa. He sat down like a king ready to be worshipped.

His c**k stood tall and proud, thick and stiff, veins angry, tip red and tempting. It made me salivate. It makes me want to choke myself with it.

I adjusted my glasses and moved to straddle him, but he pushed my knees away.

“Leapfrog on me,” he ordered, spinning me around and pulling me down to sit on him with my back against his chest.

He guided my feet into position, tossing off my broken shoes as his hands roamed my body.

I felt a flicker of discomfort—until I slowly slid his length inside me. The stretch… the pressure… it sent me straight to cloud nine.

One hand gripped my thigh to guide my pace, while the other cupped my chin, turning my head forward.

Then I saw it.

A giant mirror.

I could see everything—us, as one.

Johnny had his kinks. I’d always known he liked to watch himself f**k. But this time, with me? I didn’t judge. I wanted to share it.

My muscles clenched around him, and he groaned. “Fuck...” he hissed, gripping my hips and guiding me to bounce faster.

He was hitting the right spot.

He began bucking his hips, matching my pace, making the sensation even better.

“Oh… Johnny, it’s so good,” I moaned, watching us in the reflection.

The lust in his eyes… the way my breasts bounced with every thrust. I saw it all and loved it.

My brows furrowed as I moved harder, faster. His legs tensed beneath me—I knew he was feeling it too. But he always made sure I came first.

“Ah!” I cried out, my head falling back onto his shoulder as his fingers found my c**t. Even while I bounced, he massaged it—knowing exactly what I needed.

“Yes, that’s it… come on,” he whispered in my ear. And just like that, his voice flipped a switch.

I came—hard.

My release coated his c**k, and I bit my lip to keep from screaming.

“My turn,” he growled, holding me still. Then he began thrusting up into me like a f*****g jackhammer.

I felt like I was going to pee. I felt like I was about to explode. I had just come, the tingling hadn’t even faded, but he wasn’t stopping.

“Oh my gosh,” I gasped, wide-eyed, when I felt something wet on my butt, followed by Johnny’s satisfied groan as he buried himself deep inside me.

“f**k…” he sighed, pulling me to sit fully on his lap. “s**t. I forgot to use a condom,” he panted, hands cupping my chest, teasing my still-sensitive n*****s.

“It’s okay. I’m not fertile today,” I assured him.

“Good.”

I was about to stand when he held me still.

“Who said we’re done?” he smirked, suddenly tossing me onto the long couch and hovering over me again. "We're not done. Not until you're unable to walk straight, Cassy babe."