My fingers move to his shaft, which is hard and hot to the touch. It’s been more than a while since I was with anyone – since I felt this desire for a man. He groans and finds my lips again, but this time the kiss is less gentle.
I pulled back, meeting his still gaze.
“Can I taste it?” I asked, my face warm.
He chuckles, nodding. I lick my way from his mouth through his chest and stomach muscles and down still.

******************
Finding out I spent the night with my new boss is all types of wrong.

A man like Maxwell Thatcher is the last person I expect to save me from a disaster date.
Especially when he pretends to be someone I least expect.
He’s ready to be anyone I need him to be when I’m in a pinch.
And to return the favor, I’m willing to do anything he wants.
It was supposed to be one night, but who knew we’d meet again sooner than expected.
This familiar stranger is my company's new CEO.
And who knew his secrets could be my salvation?

One night saved by the billionaire 

Maltida

After lunch with Ella at Goldenhall restaurant and bar, I had to drive Ella home so she could rest and think about my proposal.
Later that evening after work, I was so restless, and I had to call Ella.
"Good evening Ella."
"Good evening Mr Maxwell."
"Ella, I have told you before, you do not need...

After lunch with Ella at Goldenhall restaurant and bar, I had to drive Ella home so she could rest and think about my proposal.

Later that evening after work, I was so restless, and I had to call Ella.

"Good evening Ella."

"Good evening Mr Maxwell."

"Ella, I have told you before, you do not need...