All Chapters of One Night Stand With The Billionaire Boss : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

AliceOh no, he wants me to undress. Suddenly nervous, I notice that my hands are shaking as I lift them to unbutton my jeans.He puts out a hand to stop me, though, and lifts up so he’s straddling me, his knees either side of my legs. “That’s my job.”“You’ll never get these off. They’re very tight.”“Maybe, but it’ll be fun to try.” He pops open the button, slides the zipper, and begins peeling them down over my hips.I lie back on the pillows and watch him. “I can’t believe this is actually happening,” I whisper.I’d seen the way his shirt sleeves stretched over his biceps, so I knew he was muscular, and I was pretty sure he was going to be gorgeous beneath his clothes, but the reality has surpassed my meager imagination. He’s better looking than any guy I’ve seen in any of the porn I’ve watched, more like a male model, all taut and tanned. How on earth did I manage to land a guy like this for my adventure?I reach out a finger and draw it over a tattoo he has on his upper right ar

At the same time, he rests a hand on my knee and pulls it so my legs part, and then he moves his hand up to cup my mound. He slides his fingers down into my folds, and I sigh.He lifts his head and looks at me again while he teases my clit. “Ready for me, Alice?”I nod, suddenly breathless.He strokes me for a while though, kissing me at the same time, until my heart is hammering on my ribs, and it’s impossible to stop my hips moving to meet his fingers. Only then does he lean across, pick up his wallet, extract a foil packet, and toss the wallet back on the table.Looking back at me, he thinks for a moment, then he rolls over and gets to his feet. I watch him go through to the bathroom, and then he comes back out with a towel.“Lift up,” he says, and when I do, he tucks the towel beneath me. “Just in case,” he adds. “Saves you getting it on the sheets and being embarrassed to tell housekeeping.”Oh… he means if I bleed. Oh my. That was thoughtful. And now I’m nervous again.Lying back

I’m so selfish. She’s not cold, and it’s not that she doesn’t care. She doesn’t have a choice, for Christ’s sake. She loves her mother with all her heart, and how can I criticize her for that? She should be applauded, in this day and age where young people are often condemned for being selfish. She’s looked after her mum for eleven years, with barely a day off to do the things that young people do. She’s so touch-starved that she reached out to a man she hadn’t even met because she needed that human connection. I’ve made her feel loved and wanted. What we have here, tonight, is like a present under the Christmas tree. It’s beautiful and sparkling and, in itself, it’s a wonderful thing, no matter what’s inside it on Christmas Day. I have to appreciate it for what it is.Lifting up onto an elbow, I tip her onto her back and move up close. She sniffs and looks up at me with her huge blue eyes, and I’m not imagining it, they’re filled with admiration and something a little deeper, not lov

We don’t speak as the car sinks to the ground floor. There are several other people in with us, and anyway, I can’t think of anything to say. I want to blurt out my surname and where I live and tell him to call me, but what’s the point? I need to sever this neatly, because I’m sure it’ll make it easier than hanging onto hope that one day in a year or two’s time, we’ll somehow have a fairy tale ending.The doors open, and we walk into the lobby. Halfway across, we stop and turn to one another.“Thank you,” I tell him. “I’ve had a fantastic time, and you were amazing. I really appreciate you being so patient and kind.”He tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear. “Thank you for letting me be your first.” He brushes his thumb across my lips. “Can I give you a last kiss?”I hesitate, because I know I should say no, but the word won’t form. Taking that as affirmation, he slips a hand to the nape of my neck. He’s wearing his glasses, but he lifts them onto his hair, then moves up close and l

KipI go home, shower and change, pick up a breakfast wrap and a coffee on the way in to work, and arrive just before eight thirty, about an hour after I usually get there.As I walk past Marion’s desk, she says brightly, “Morning, Mr. Chevalier.”I give her a wry look. “Don’t start.”“I only said good morning.”“You said it with a glimmer in your eye.”She grins. “Have a nice evening, did we?”I pick up my post, then turn and rest my butt on the table. “I did, as it happens.”“The meal went well?” she asks. I told her yesterday that I was taking Alice to Red’s Rib Shack with Saxon and Catie.“Yeah. The ribs were amazing.”“Great, because I want to know all about the cuisine.”I sip my coffee. Then I smile. “She was lovely. Warm and funny. You’d have liked her.”“Will I get to meet her?”I sigh. “She lives in Gisborne.”“Oh, shit.”“Yeah.”We study each other for a moment.Then she says, “You’re not going to let a little thing like four hundred kilometers come between you, are you?”“