Lahat ng Kabanata ng In My Billionaire Boss’s Bed: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Peach Salinger. Just as Reggie’s lips are about to meet mine, the door to the apartment swings open, and Marienne’s voice breaks the spell. “Hey, guys, I—”Reggie and I jump apart like guilty teenagers caught doing something we shouldn’t. My face burns with embarrassment as I turn to face Marienne, who stands frozen in the doorway, her eyes wide.“I… uh…” Marienne stammers, clearly at a loss for words.Reggie clears his throat and takes a step back, running a hand through his hair. “I was just… getting my hamster cage,” he says, his voice a little too casual.I can’t even look at him. My heart is still pounding in my chest, and I know my cheeks are flushed. I feel exposed, and I hate it. I hate that he got to me, that he almost—almost—made me forget why I’ve been trying to keep my distance.Marienne, sensing the awkwardness, quickly tries to smooth things over. “Right, of course,” she says, forcing a smile. “I’ll make dinner, by the way.”“Great,” Reggie says, his voice straine

Peach Salinger It’s almost 9am and I’m the only one remaining at the office. I’m trying to complete the analysis trend report before leaving. The deadline is tomorrow as well and I think I might have to stay here all night to finish it.Marienne has already left with Adrian, and Rhys had texted me a few hours ago he would be canceling plans tonight. For some reason, one part of me thinks it because of his fiancée, Nichole Barnes.Nichole has been on my mind all day and I can’t help but wonder why Rhys would choose me over such an elegant woman. Not that he “chose” me in a “forever-is-the-deal” context but you get what I mean.Then the other part of me thinks he’ll soon realize what a gift Nichole is and start preferring to have sex with her instead of me. We can’t be so sure they aren’t already doing it. But then again, our agreement doesn’t imply we cannot have sex with other people.Arghhh. I shrug the thought off. Why does this bother me so much? Whatever is between us is sole

Rhys Van Acker I step out of the conference room, my heart still pounding from the tension that nearly derailed everything. It takes every ounce of self-control not to slam the door behind me. Instead, I allow it to close with a soft click.The meeting could’ve gone disastrously if I hadn’t managed to pivot the discussion. The Sinclairs were already growing impatient. I’m thankful I had some preliminary data on hand, just enough to hold their interest, but the presentation was a far cry from what we’d promised. I stride down the hallway, my shoes echoing sharply against the marble floor. My mind is racing, each step punctuating the anger simmering just below the surface. How the hell did this happen? When I reach my office, I bark an order at my secretary without breaking stride. "Summon Miss Salinger. Now."I push the door open and walk into my office. I drop into my chair, and I can’t help but wonder how the hell this happened. Peach is supposed to be reliable, diligent. Inst

Rhys Van Acker. Peach sits there confused, looking at me with those eyes that always seems to pull me in. Her cheeks are flush and her hair is slightly tousled.“I want you to sit on my lap.” I say in a low tone.She glances around as if I have to remind her that the windows are heavily tinted and the one in front is a privacy glass. My car is also sound proof.“Right now?” she asks, a bit reluctant.“Trust me.”She sighs and starts to lean toward me, her body brushing against mine. I reach for her, my hands finding her waist. She hesitates for just a second, her eyes meeting mine like she’s asking for permission or maybe reassurance. I give her a small nod, and that’s all it takes. She moves, her legs swinging over mine as she climbs onto my lap, the leather seat creaking beneath us.She settles there, her knees resting on either side of my hips. Her weight light is but grounding, like she’s exactly where she’s meant to be. Her hands finds my shoulders for balance, and her brea

Peach Salinger“It? What?”He wraps his arms around me, pulling me dangerously close to him. “You know what I mean.”My pupils dilate and my gaze falls to his mouth. He leans in, capturing my lips in a languid kiss that has me swaying back against him. I grab his arm for balance. He feeds me his tongue, then sucks on my lip until I whimper.“I’ll make you feel good this time,” I murmur against his lips. My hand finds his zipper and I teasingly pull it down. “Pants off, junk out.”“Well, when you sweet talk me like that, Peaches...” He gives me a crooked smile, backing toward the couch.A flutter moves through my stomach. Drawing in a breath, I pluck a hair tie from my wrist and scrape my hair into a high ponytail to keep it out of the way. Rhys relaxes back on the couch and the tip of his tongue swipes across his lower lip. Holding my gaze, he pulls down his trousers and lowers the waistband of his boxer briefs. His erection springs forth making my mouth water with the desire to driv