Twelve Nights with the Ruthless Billionaire: His Christmas Captive

Thirteen

Lisa POV

"You're allowed to want this as much as you do," he said. "Whatever he told you was wrong. You're perfect. Do everything he ever told you not to do. Right here with me."

I reached for him. He stepped between my legs and rubbed the head of his c**k through my slickness.

"I want to f**k you."

He made a smug sound of male pleasure and kissed me, and I let my hands play over his body. My hands roamed eagerly over his muscled frame, my back arching in response to his touch.

Emboldened, I tore the condom wrapper open with my teeth and rolled it slowly down the length of him. He laid me on the edge of the desk and pushed his erection slowly inside, filling me and stripping away everything but my need.

My breath stuttered as he filled me in steady strokes until he was buried deep.

"f**k. Your body takes me well."

I trembled as he started moving, deep and controlled at first. The wet sound of him sliding in and out filled the study.

It was so good I couldn't help but rotate my hips in slow circles around his c**k. His hands stayed on my hips, gripping, lifting me into each thrust.

"Look at how well you take me," he grunted as I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him closer. He picked up the pace and skin slapped against skin. Unashamed, I met every thrust, chasing the friction.

"Harder," I said.

He gave it to me harder, the curved length hitting deep.

"Don't hold back. I love how hungry you are. So beautiful, taking every inch of my starving cock."

His words and the rough motion sent me over the edge, setting my whole body on fire with pleasure. The praise, the angle, the steady force of him all stacked on top of each other.

"Come for me, sweetheart. Let me feel it."

A bone-tingling orgasm reverberated through every part of me as I gave into the moment with total surrender. My body clamped down on him and I cried out. He followed a few strokes later, burying himself deep and groaning my name as he came.

We stayed locked together, breathing hard. His forehead rested against mine. One of his hands still stroked my hip like he couldn't stop touching it.

"You're perfect," he whispered against my neck. "Every part of you."

I closed my eyes and let the words settle.

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Omarion stepped into the bathroom attached to the study and closed the door behind him. Running water filled the room as he disposed of the condom and washed his hands.

I stood by the mahogany desk, pulling my sleep shorts back on and slipping my arms into my robe. My hands trembled as I tied the sash around my waist. My body felt warm and marked by his touch, humming with a lingering euphoria I didn't know how to process.

Everything about the last hour had thrown my understanding of intimacy off balance.

Tyler had made me feel like my natural desires were something to hide, or feel ashamed of. He'd treated basic requests as bizarre or unreasonable, refusing to go down on me as if the act itself were beneath him.

In bed, he had operated on his own schedule, taking what he wanted while I lay there disappointed after another finished encounter, waiting for him to fall asleep so I could get myself off with a toy.

Omarion had been the opposite. He'd listened to me and prioritized my pleasure until I was undone. There wasn't a selfish bone in him. He'd finished only after making sure I'd reached the same place twice.

I smoothed the lapels of my robe and stared at the closed bathroom door. Then I panicked.

Why was he still in there?

Turning his wife's picture around had been so reckless of me that it bordered on foolishness.

Damn it.

What had I done?

He was probably in there waiting for me to leave so he could get his space back, regretting why he'd f****d his employee.

I turned toward the study door, intending to slip out, when the bathroom door clicked open.

Omarion stepped out, adjusting his trousers. A genuine smile touched his lips. He walked over and wrapped his arms around my waist.

The embrace felt solid. I rested my cheek against his bare chest and listened to his heartbeat.

"Thank you," he murmured, then leaned down and kissed my forehead. "I feel like a heavy weight has just been lifted off my chest."

I smiled shyly and leaned into him before pulling back enough to look at him.

"Don't let panic or guilt get into your head tonight. Nothing about your standing in this house or your professional boundaries has changed."

"I'm going to hold you to that, Mr. Montgomery," I replied.

"Goodnight, Lisa," he said. "At least now I think both of us might actually get a solid night of sleep."

"Goodnight," I whispered.

I turned and slipped out of the study, keeping my steps light as I made my way upstairs.

The moment my bedroom door clicked shut behind me, the bubble burst, and reality hit me.

I just slept with my boss.

The discipline I'd built my adult life around felt like it had crumbled in one night.

I'd vowed never to have casual s*x, and yet I'd broken that vow without even thinking.

I kicked off my slippers and slid under the covers. Pulling an extra pillow into my arms, I stared at the ceiling and forced myself to slow down.

Being too hard on myself was pointless. The s*x hadn't been transactional. I hadn't been pressured. I'd wanted it as much as he had.

I reached for my phone on the nightstand, my thumb hovering over Jasmine's name. I wanted to vent about the thrill and anxiety running through me. But I stopped myself and set the phone down.

Jasmine would overanalyze it. She'd bring up the power imbalance or turn it into a high-drama situation that would force me to confront reality before I was ready.

Right now, I wanted to stay in this private bubble a little longer.

I knew it wouldn't last. Reality was waiting outside my bedroom door. Omarion was twenty-nine, just four years older than me, but his world was wealthy and dangerous. He wasn't the kind of man who bought women or created public scandals, but a man in his position carried a life far too complex for a temporary twelve-day tutor.

Eventually, the contract would end, and I'd have to step back into my real life.