THE BILLIONAIRE'S GIRLFRIEND

TWENTY TWO

It gave Malora such a fright that she arched right off the desk, her hole death-clamping around his cock.

"W-what?" She gasped.

"That would be the call I was expecting." He sounded impressively calm considering he was literally inside her.

"Oh…um…awkward."

Malora expected he would either pull out or that they'd unconvincingly try to ignore the call. What she didn't expect was that he'd take it.

The only warning he gave her was a stern 'Don't move, Malora" before leaning over her to hit the speaker button.

Malora froze, legs akimbo, trying to hold in a horrified yip.

Titan said something in…she guess…Japanese? And received a longish reply. While she laid there, terrified of the sound of her own breathing, almost unbearably aware of her body, and trying not to squirm. Or do anything that might reveal what was going on to the person—or, people, fuck, what if it was people?—on the other end of the line.

She couldn't tell if she was panic-stricken or aroused beyond all reason. Her libido was definitely on the second team.

Titan was still talking. Rattling off, she didn't know, figures maybe.

Out of the corner of her eye, Malora caught their reflection in the window. She looked like the virgin sacrifice in a Victorian horror: this pale shape, yielding rapturously beneath the shadow of him. She'd never felt quite so…penetrated. Or so aware of it anyway: the hot stretch and the pressure of him inside her. It made her wish he had fangs to sink into the tender flesh of her bared throat.

Just then, he dragged a finger all the way up the inside of her labia. Her mouth fell open on a soundless scream. She was going to come. Or die. Or both. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.

He put a hand over her mouth.

Which she was grateful for…and also found superhot. So it was helpful and not helpful. She thrashed—though given her position, pinned and impaled and teetering on the verge of a deliriously exciting feargasm, it was more of an undignified wriggle. Somehow Malora got herself under control, her teeth scraping against his palm as she muffled her whimpers.

A pause.

Then Titan murmured something, his tone politely encouraging, and the conversation resumed. It should have been more incongruous: him dealing with whatever he was dealing with, while she was shuddering helplessly on his cock. But it was the same thing, really, wasn't it—utter command of his universe, from the financial empire he ruled to the lover panting and writhing on his desk.

Malora honestly thought he'd be at his most remote. She didn't know how else he could be responding with such ease and precision in a language that wasn't even his own. But then he glanced down at her and she didn't think  ever seen him quite that out of control, with his hair sweat-heavy over his brow and his cheeks all sex-flushed with heat and exhilaration. His eyes were bright with cruelty but there was something softer too. Something heartbreakingly innocent. Joy, maybe?

It was a good job she was gagged.

She could probably avoid having a screaming orgasm while he was on speakerphone with Tokyo, but no power on earth would have stopped her blurting out I love you. She kissed his hand instead and he smiled at her, this perfect, film-star smile.