Billionaire seducing his hot secretary |18+|

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Scarlet was shocked at first but in a matter of seconds, his hands cupping her face was all the trigger she needed.

She gave him further access to her lips, closing her eyes tight.

He started out slowly and began to suck harder on her lips.

She could swear that she was tasting blood from how hard he sucked.

He pulled away meeting her gaze as if waiting for a confirmation.

She nodded a little.

He got to his feet and held her up to hers, in a matter of seconds he had her in his hands.

He gave her ass a gentle squeeze before lifting her up. She reflexively wrapped her legs around his waist while his hands stayed cupping her ass.

She let out a pleasant moan and reconnected their lips.

Fuck . He had thought her ass was great to look at but feeling how soft it was beat anything his imagination could have concurred.

He felt his cock jolting to life.

He moved forward until her back was pressed against a wall.

He pulled away from the kiss to suck on the nape of her neck.

She craned her neck upwards to grant him access, closing her eyes and gripping tightly onto his shoulders.

"Oh fuck Cain..."

Hearing her say his name triggered his cock to life even further.

Her trembling hands found their way to his shirt,  unraveling his buttons, exposing his chest.

He trailed one hand upwards, hating that it wasn't feeling her ass in that moment.

He found her bra strap, professionally unclipping it and tossing it out of sight.

Her boobs dropped firm and free in his face, her hardened nips poking through the material if her clothes, begging to be let out.

"Fuck," he trailed his lips from her neck to her chest ready to suck her tits till she begged him to stop.

"Cain..."

"Hmm?" He hummed back in a desperate call, panting for breath like a hungry lion, his lips still trailing to her nips.

"Cain, Cain, stop..."

He looked to meet her gaze

She shook her head, "I don't think we should do this."  She said in a low voice, still trying to catch her breath.

Cain closed his eyes tight, fuck, no, he thought.

He reopened them to her cute doe eyes bearing into his own.

He cocked one brow, she looked like she didn't want  him to stop but unless she said it, he would never trespass and go beyond her wishes.

With one gentle squeeze of her soft round ass, he set her to her feet.

"I...I'm sorry," she couldn't meet his gaze, "we shouldn't have gone this far."

He started to redo the buttons on his shirt, "it's fine, it's just the alcohol."

He nodded at the bed, "you should get some sleep, I'll be in the shower."

Scarlet watched as he disappeared from sight, her clit pulsating and her pussy soaking her panties up.

Fuck, she wanted him more than ever.

But then he was gone, the bathroom door separating them.

She widened her eyes as she began to hear the soft flapping sound and silent groans coming from him. He was taking matters into his own hands.

That messed her up even further.

That should be her making him cum.

She shook it out of her head, "it's the fucking alcohol, I'll be fine after a good night's rest."

The next morning, he was out of the room when she woke up and so were his clothes.

She noticed a note on the bedside desk.

'there was a new available room so I booked it. Meeting by ten.'

She closed her eyes, disappointment heavy in her chest, she still wanted him in the same room.

She took a shower and changed into simple clothes.

*

The meeting ended on a peaceful scale.

"We should go celebrate, my grandfather is off my neck." Cain said to Scarlet as they left the meeting.

She had avoided talking to him the entire time not looking to meet his gaze but she couldn't run from it anymore.

He stopped walking and turned to face her, pulling her arm forward, closing the distance between them, "what's with the awkward attitude?"

She swallowed, "I don't know what you mean."

"We were drunk, it's nothing." He shrugged one shoulder.

Scarlet was disappointed, it wasn't nothing to her but surely a playboy like him just saw her as another sex toy for the day.

What was she thinking? He didn't have feelings attached to it.

"So I'm going to meet up with some of my friends here, want to come?"

She put her professional face back on sliding out of his grip, "sure."

Scarlet changed into a tight crop top and a pair of high waist jeans.

She put her hair up in a high ponytail and Cain couldn't take his eyes off her.

They got to the bar where a bunch of Cain's rich friends were gathered.

"Who's the hottie?" A pink haired woman straddled between a bald guy's laps was the first to ask Cain.

"Is she your girlfriend?" Another man asked him.

"No, miss Mil... Scarlet's not my girlfriend," Cain shrugged, taking his seat between one of them.

The man whistled in satisfaction, getting to his feet and reaching for Scarlet's hands, "so you won't mind if I borrow her to have a quick word with her?"

Out of nowhere, the man had been pushed back as Cain stood between them, "she's mine, back off Roger."