The Billionaire's Intern

The Claim

The Billionaire's Intern

Chapter 3: The Claim

The word had barely left her lips before Julian took complete control.

His hand moved from her chin to the back of her neck, his thick fingers tangling tightly into her dark hair. He pulled her up, tilting her head back as his mouth slammed down onto hers with an explosive, possessive force.

The kiss was deep, ruthless, and filled with a raw, long-suppressed hunger. Julian’s tongue breached her lips, claiming her mouth in a heavy, rhythmic stroke that made Ava’s head spin. She gasped into the kiss, her hands gripping the lapels of his suit jacket tightly, pulling her body completely flush against his broad, solid frame.

Julian growled low in his throat, a deep vibration that reverberated straight into her chest. His free arm wrapped around her waist, lifting her effortlessly off her feet and setting her down on the broad, polished edge of his granite desk.

With one swift movement, Julian swept his arm across the surface. The encrypted tablet, silver fountain pens, and leather folders clattered onto the obsidian floor, entirely forgotten.

He stepped between her parted knees, trapping her against the desk. Ava’s breath hitches as his hands moved with terrifying efficiency, undoing the silk buttons of her blouse one by one. He pushed the delicate fabric off her shoulders, exposing her pale lace bra and the soft, heavy swell of her breasts.

Julian’s breath hitched. His dark, hooded eyes swept over her bare skin, glowing with an intense, intoxicating heat. "You are absolute perfection," he rasped, his broad hand coming up to cup her breast, his thumb rolling firmly over her hardened n****e through the lace.

A sharp, breathless moan escaped Ava’s throat. Her back arched off the cold desk, her hands sliding into his short hair as she pulled him closer.

Julian didn't wait. He bent his head, taking her covered n****e into his mouth, sucking hard through the damp lace while his free hand reached down to the hem of her pencil skirt. He gathered the tight fabric, pushing it up past her thighs to expose her pale skin and black silk panties.

His broad palm slid up her inner thigh, leaving a trail of fire on her skin. When his fingers reached the damp silk of her panties, he found her completely soaked.

"Look at what I do to you," Julian growled against her chest, sliding two fingers beneath the silk edge to press directly against her feverish, swollen center. He stroked her once, firmly, gathering her wetness before sliding his thumb up to circle her throbbing c******s with agonizing precision.

Ava bucked her hips against his hand, her breath coming in ragged, desperate hitches. "Julian... please..."

"Say my name again," he demanded, his fingers increasing their rhythmic, relentless pressure until she was trembling on the edge.

"Julian, *please*," she cried out softly, her voice echoing off the floor-to-ceiling glass as the storm raged outside.

Julian pulled his hand back, his dark eyes fixed on hers. He unbuckled his leather belt with one fluid motion, letting the buckle clatter against his trousers. He lowered his zipper and freed his massive, rock-hard shaft, thick and throbbing with dark veins.

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her silk panties and tore them down her legs, tossing them aside. He stepped fully between her widely parted thighs, positioning the hot, slick head of his p***s directly against her entrance.

Ava looked down, catching her breath at the sheer sight of his size, her core pulsing with a heavy, desperate ache.

"You're mine now, Ava," Julian warned, his voice low, thick, and raspy. "Every inch."

He gripped her hips tightly and pushed forward.

In one long, steady, relentless thrust, Julian buried his full length deep inside her tight, feverish channel.

Ava threw her head back, a loud, breathless scream breaking from her throat as her body stretched to accommodate him completely. The sensation of being filled so entirely by his massive heat sent a wave of blinding pleasure straight up her spine. Her inner muscles clamped down hard around his shaft, squeezing him with an involuntary tightness that brought a dark, guttural groan from Julian’s lips.

"f**k, Ava..." Julian gritted out, his jaw tight as he fought for control against her incredible tightness. "You're squeezing me so f*****g tight..."

He didn't hold back. He began to pull out slowly, drawing back until only his broad tip remained inside her, before driving back in with a heavy, powerful stroke that rattled the heavy desk.

*Thud. Thud. Thud.*

The sound of his hips striking her thighs echoed through the dark office, perfectly synchronized with the rain lashing against the glass high above Manhattan.

Julian established a fast, punishing pace, his deep thrusts hitting her most sensitive spot over and over again. Ava wrapped her long legs tightly around his waist, anchoring him to her as she met every powerful stroke, her hands gripping his muscular shoulders as he drove her higher and higher into a frenzy of raw, sensory pleasure.

He reached down between their slick, joining bodies, his thumb finding her swollen c******s and pressing down hard, matching the relentless rhythm of his hips.

That was the final trigger.

Ava’s eyes rolled back as a wave of intense, explosive contractions hit her core. She screamed his name into the quiet office as her body shattered into a violent, earth-shattering orgasm, her walls pulsing furiously around his shaft, milking him with every spasm.

Watching her break beneath him sent Julian over the edge. His control snapped completely. With a primal growl, he drove himself as deep as physically possible into her tightening body, holding her pinned to the desk as his own orgasm struck.

Julian poured his hot, thick release deep into her core, his powerful frame trembling against hers as he came with a deep, breathless roar into her shoulder.

They stayed locked together on the high-rise desk, their heavy, ragged breathing filling the silent office as the Manhattan skyline glowed below them.

Chapter 4 will pick up directly from the immediate aftermath, as they clean up and face the lingering reality of what this sudden, undeniable passion means for their professional future at Thorne Industries.

END OF THE CHAPTER 3

TO BE CONTINUE......