HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION (An Erotic Billionaire Romance) novel Chapter 140

Meadow’s POV:

The moment Tyler was out the door, Alaric was on me, pulling me out of the seat and into his arms.

“Holy hell,” I breathed against his mouth. “That has to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Alaric let out a dark chuckle, setting me on his desk. “If that’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever said to you, then maybe I’m not trying hard enough,” he murmured, placing his fingers around the back of my neck as he took my lips in a feverish kiss.

The air was charged with an electric tension, one that sent sparks of shivers down my spine and jolts to my core. Alaric firing Tyler in front of me and sending him out of his office turned me into some kind of uncontrollably horny creature.

I wanted him. And I wanted him now. Right. This. Second.

His lips left mine as he pulled back to look at me while his hand drifted to my back to unhook my bra.

“Well, maybe I found my new kink,” I joked. “You should fire someone else just for good measure.”

The moment those words escaped my mouth, I stopped breathing. Because Alaric…

Alaric was smiling at me.

No. Not a half smile or a smirk. A full–blown grin that stretched his lips so beautifully and exposed his teeth so perfectly, my eyes nearly widened out of their sockets as I stared like I was in a trance.

God. I didn’t think it was possible for him to look more handsome, but right now, he was proving me wrong.

He let out an amused breath. “Maybe I will…” he trailed off, brows pulling together as he probably noticed the expression on my face.

“What’s the matter?”

I blinked myself out of my trance, my gaze darting from his mouth back to his eyes. I didn’t want to make this look like a big deal because I was worried he would take it back or something. Or never smile again.

I was even more worried that I had only imagined it.

I let the straps of my bra fall down my shoulders, exposing my breasts to him. “Nothing,” I breathed, pulling him by his neck to kiss him again.

“Oh my…” I gasped when he cupped one of my boobs, guiding his kisses down my jaw and neck and collarbone, until finally, he sucked the other nipple into his mouth while rubbing the pad of his thumb over the first.

His palm landed hard on my ass, causing a gasp to tear out of my throat. “I’ve been dreaming of this moment for a long fucking time,” he continued in a low tone, fingers drifting toward my wet slit so he could circle my clit. A soft moan sounded from me. “I had my desk changed just for you. So we could christen it.”

Confusion settled in, but before I could ask what he meant by that, he provided an answer. “The fucking bastard snuck into my office when I wasn’t around to do god–knows–what. And I caught him putting his feet on my desk.” He paused. “Should’ve broken his fucking legs for that.”

Heat pooled in the bottom of my stomach, spreading throughout my core.

Why did that turn me on so much?

“So you had it changed because you… wanted to fuck me on it?” I couldn’t recognize my own voice.

“Are you surprised I did that or amused?” he drawled, and another shiver shot down my back when the fabric of his pants brushed against the backs of my legs.

“Neither,” I answered honestly. “I’m just waiting for you to fuck me against your new desk.”