The Billionaire's Intern

Dawn on the Eighty-fourth

The Billionaire's Intern

Chapter 7: Dawn on the Eighty-Fourth

The steady, unrelenting sound of rain against the floor-to-ceiling glass had slowed to a light, rhythmic tapping as the first pale slivers of dawn broke over the eastern Manhattan horizon. Gray light filtered into the eighty-fourth floor, casting long, sharp shadows across the room and illuminating the absolute devastation left in the wake of their night.

On the plush velvet sofa, Ava shifted slightly, a soft, breathless gasp escaping her throat. Every single muscle in her body felt leaden, heavy, and delightfully bruised. But deeper inside—deep within her core—there was a continuous, throbbing heat, a constant, liquid pulse that reminded her with every heartbeat of what had taken place.

Julian was lying beside her, one massive, corded arm thrown heavily over her bare waist, holding her flushed back flush against his broad, muscular chest. His skin was warm, radiating a blistering heat that made the morning air feel crisp by comparison.

The sharp, abrasive vibration of Julian’s phone on the far side of the granite desk broke the quiet morning atmosphere.

Ava tensed instantly, her eyelids fluttering open. "Julian..." she whispered, her voice completely raspy and raw from hours of screaming his name into the night.

Julian didn't flinch. Instead, his hand tightened around her waist, pulling her even closer into his chest until her rounded bottom pressed directly against his groin.

Ava felt it instantly—a sudden, heavy pulse against her lower back. Even after hours of relentless, unhinged passion, the man was already hardening again.

"Ignore it," Julian rasped into her hair, his deep baritone gravelly with sleep, his breath warming her sensitive neck.

"It's six-thirty," Ava breathed, her heart beginning to hammer against her ribs as corporate reality began to seep back into her hyper-sensitized mind. "The executive board... the merger meeting is at eight."

Julian let out a low, predatory growl that vibrated straight through her spine. He shifted, rolling her onto her back against the dark velvet cushions.

The sound of the plush fabric rubbing against her bare, overly sensitive skin made her thighs tremble involuntarily. Ava looked up into his dark, hooded eyes. His hair was messy, his jaw darkened with thick morning stubble, and his gaze was completely filled with an unquenched, possessive hunger.

"Let them wait," Julian murmured, his broad hand sliding down her ribcage, passing over her stomach, and spreading her knees wide without an ounce of hesitation.

The wet sound of her swollen, drenched lips parting under his hand echoed sharply in the quiet office. A fresh wave of their combined fluids leaked onto the velvet, completely unhidden in the morning light.

"Julian... we have to clean up... someone will come up," Ava whimpered, but her hips arched up into his palm instinctively, her core throbbing with a sudden, desperate ache at his touch.

"No one enters this floor without my keycard, Ava," Julian rasped, his broad thumb finding her swollen c******s and pressing down hard.

Ava threw her head back, her fingers clutching his muscular forearms as a violent spark of electricity shot straight down to her toes. "Ah! Julian, please... I'm so sore..."

"You're not sore, Miss Vance," he murmured, his voice dripping with dark, explicit authority as he guided his rock-hard shaft to her dripping entrance. "You're full. And I am going to make sure you stay full all through that board meeting."

*Slither... Thud!*

With one heavy, unyielding drive, Julian buried his massive, throbbing length back into her tight, feverish channel, sinking straight to the absolute hilt.

Ava let out a loud, breathless scream into the empty office, her toes curling as her inner walls stretched wide, clamping down tightly around his immense size.

The wet, filthy sound of his hips slamming against her thighs began all over again, slow, deep, and heavy, echoing loudly off the glass windows as the golden morning sun began to illuminate the city below.

"Every time you sit at that boardroom table today," Julian growled into her mouth, his powerful thrusts rocking the sofa against the wall, "you are going to feel me inside you. You are going to remember who owns you."

"Yes... *yes*, Julian!" Ava sobbed out, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist as she surrendered completely to his morning assault, her body shivering on the edge of yet another explosive release.

Chapter 8 will pick up as they finally dress and step into the high-stakes corporate board meeting, where Ava must maintain a calm, professional facade in front of the board directors while secretly carrying the physical weight of Julian's possession beneath her business suit.

END OF THE CHAPTER 7

TO BE CONTINUE......