Expose (Billionaire Series) (2 page)

All I could do was
whimper again, “Mathis, please.”

He teased me
mercilessly. I gasped and moaned as I felt the very tip of his swollen cock
teasing my entrance, gently tasting the wet lips of my pussy. I wanted him to
thrust into me powerfully, burying himself to the hilt and stretching my walls
deliciously wide, stroking every inch of me to a wonderful completion. Instead,
he gripped my thighs hard and rotated his hips a little, stroking a gentle
circle around my entrance but refusing to give me what I wanted.

I was surprised by
the amount of self-control he had, how he could possibly have this much
restraint. I was slowly losing my mind, my inhibitions falling away in place of
my desperation to have him.

“Hurry, I’m going
to—” I cried out, but Mathis was thrusting very softly, barely making it inside
my entrance. The feeling was exquisite, but I wanted more, harder, longer. I
wanted him to thrust in, his entire weight behind him, caressing my passage in
long, leisurely strokes. I tried again to push myself onto him, but he held me
back.

“Please Mathis,” I
whimpered.

“Say it,” he
commanded me, still thrusting gently, his voice hoarse. “I want to hear you
beg.”

“P-please,” I
struggled in between gasps of air. It was all I could manage under the heat.

I moaned loudly
again as Mathis finally plunged into my hot, slick pussy, his cock completing me,
stretching me wider than I had ever been. It felt better than anything I’d ever
felt. The one thrust was enough to send me over the edge, more intensely than I
had ever climaxed. I clenched and spasmed around him as he thrust in and out,
hard, pulling my legs up around his waist until only my shoulders were on the
table, leaving my arms still useless.

My pelvis was
suspended in mid-air as he thrust into me frantically, going so fast and hard
that everything melted into one single molten stream of pleasure. My vision
went white, and it felt like I was coming again, although maybe it was still
the same orgasm. I couldn’t tell – it was a blur of passion and satisfied
desire.

After what might
have been minutes or hours, I felt Mathis pulse as he spilled his hot seed in
me, spending himself with a groan and collapsing on top of me in a heap of
sweaty limbs. We panted, incapable of proper speech, all our energy sapped to
be replaced with a warm buzz of exhaustion and satisfaction.

After a few
moments, Mathis got up and gently lifted me, reaching to undo the bonds which
still tied my wrists. I was vaguely aware of the pleasant soreness in my pussy,
my wrists, my back, but the after-effects of pleasure were still enveloping me
like a warm blanket, and the pain was only a faint suggestion in the distance.

We lay down
together on one of the soft, downy rugs in Mathis’ office, and he wrapped me in
his strong, warm arms. I felt complete, and I drifted into sleep as he held me.
Before I fell asleep, I had a brief, disjointed sense of amazement at what we
had just done. I’d never done anything like that before, something so animal,
so primal. But it had felt so right… Mathis brought out every deep, secret
desire within me – and I loved it.

Jennifer repeated
the thought running through her head. The “J” she initially thought was from
the mystery woman, could actually be from Philip’s father, Johann Haas.

“Mr. Haas, he said
that if you don't wish to speak with him, Eloisa Rousseau is willing to come to
the office again.” Emma, Philip’s sharp secretary, seemed to read into her
boss's silence.

Rousseau?
Jennifer's memory flashed back to the woman who'd given Philip the note. There
had been something different about her voice, something that Jennifer realized
now could have been a French accent. If this Rousseau was connected to Philip's
father, it stood to reason that she had been delivering that note to Philip on
his father's behalf rather than for her own purposes. It still didn't explain
the kiss on the cheek or the comments about seeing Philip again, but the note
could have been something else, maybe a request for a paternal reconciliation
rather than a romantic one.

“I don't want to
talk to him, and I don't have time to meet with Eloisa today.” Philip's voice
was terse.

“Philip, it's
okay,” Jennifer knew she had to say something to show him that she trusted him
as much as he had her when he'd given her the Carlisle assignment.

He looked over at
Jennifer and raised an eyebrow in question.

“We can reschedule
if you need to meet with someone.” Jennifer motioned to the Carlisle folder. “I
can get started on this and we can go over the rest of the material some other
time.”

“Thank you,
Jennifer,” Philip said. “But our work here is my priority. I'll address the
situation at another time.”

“I'll let Mr. Haas
know that you're busy and you'll make contact at your convenience.” Emma didn't
comment on the exchange between Philip and Jennifer.

“Thank you, Emma.”
Philip pressed the intercom button and straightened, addressing Jennifer.
“Let's go ahead and take that break now.”

If Jennifer hadn't
been studying Philip's body language for weeks, she might have missed how
tightly clasped his hands were, knuckles white, or how stiffly he was holding
his body. As it was, she didn't comment. It was obvious that he needed some
time and space to deal with her questions and that phone call. Despite how
nonchalant he'd tried to sound, she now saw that there was something going on
between Philip and his father.

“That sounds good.”
She stood. “I think I'll run and get some coffee.” She gave him what she hoped
was a cheerful grin. “Want me to get you one too?”

“That'd be great.
Thanks.” Philip's smile was faint, but it was there.

Jennifer decided to
take that as a good sign. “I'll be back in fifteen.”

***

By the time she
returned with the coffee, Philip had regained his composure and it was back to
business, though not really as usual. There was something different about it,
Jennifer thought, even though she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was
that had changed. It was a look, a brush of fingers as they traded documents,
nothing overt, but whatever it was between them grew with every passing moment,
changing into something that felt, to Jennifer, more real somehow.

“Mr. Haas,” Emma's
voice came through the intercom once more, interrupting the silence that had
fallen as Philip and Jennifer had been putting away their respective paperwork.
“Is there anything else you need me to do before I call it a day?”

Philip's eyes
flicked up to Jennifer's face before he answered. “No, thank you, Emma. We're
fine. Have a good night.”

“You too, Sir.”

Jennifer wasn't
sure if she imagined the tinge of wry amusement in Emma's voice or not, but if
Emma knew as much about what went on behind Philip's closed doors as Jennifer
thought she did, the secretary had good reason to be entertained.

“Did I answer all
of the questions you needed?” Philip raised his head, the expression on his
face telling Jennifer that he meant more than inquiries dealing with their
work.

She swallowed hard.
There it was, an open invitation to ask whatever she wanted. He didn't say it,
but she knew that if she asked her previous question again, she would get the
full, unedited answer about his scars, no matter how much telling it would
hurt. It was tempting to ask all of the questions she'd had since she'd first
met Philip, to be able to know him as intimately as she so desperately wanted
to. Still, she hesitated. She knew that he was offering to prove himself to
her, and the offer itself was more than she could've hoped for. It was time for
her to return the gesture.

“You've told me
everything I need.” Her voice was soft. “I trust that you’ll tell me anything
else as you see fit.”

The exchange was
innocuous enough, words that could have been spoken between employee and
employer, but Jennifer knew the undercurrent wasn't just her imagination.
They'd shared something with those simple sentences that had altered the
dynamic between them.

Jennifer turned
towards her desk to begin gathering her things. A hand closed around her upper
arm and then pulled her around into Philip's arms. The hand not holding her arm
moved to her face, palm against her cheek. She had a brief moment to see
something burning in Philip's eyes before his lips came down on hers. Her lips
parted automatically beneath his, and his tongue slid into the wet heat of her
mouth. Jennifer closed her eyes, giving herself over to the passion of the
kiss. The way their lips moved together, how their tongues danced, all of it
just told her how right they were together, how everything she'd felt when he
touched her had made her feel like nothing else she'd ever imagined. The memory
of her prior night's dream came back to her as Philip pulled back. There was
still something different about this, but one look at Philip's face told her
that whatever would happen next would be much more personal than their prior
encounters.

“I promised that
I'd keep it professional,” Philip began.

Jennifer knew that
she could walk away and he wouldn't think badly of her for it, but she wanted
him in a way she'd never wanted anyone else before. Actions, here, would speak
louder than words. Without taking her eyes off of Philip, she unbuttoned the
top two buttons of her shirt, her fingers stopping to play with the third.

That was all it
took.

Philip grabbed her
shirt and pulled it out of her skirt. She let out a surprised squeak as he
yanked her shirt open and she heard a few buttons ping off the floor though she
was too shocked to care. Philip's hands quickly moved to her bra, flicking open
the front clasp with a twist of his fingers. He bent his head as he lifted her
right breast, his lips closing around her nipple within seconds of freeing it.
She moaned as he began to suck on the hardening flesh. She wasn't even aware
that he was moving the two of them back towards his desk until she felt the
edge against her thighs.

Without releasing
her nipple, Philip picked her up and sat her on the edge of his desk. Dimly,
she hoped she wasn't sitting on any important paperwork, then Philip began
using his teeth on her nipple and she forgot to care what was on the desk.

“Fuck,” Jennifer
groaned, biting her bottom lip to muffle the sound.

Philip bit down and
she yelped. The air conditioning hit the throbbing nub as it fell from Philip's
mouth and Jennifer shivered. “Emma's gone for the day. I want to hear
everything.”

Jennifer suddenly
remembered her dream as she leaned forward to press her lips against his.
Philip buried his hand in her hair, each tug sending little jolts straight down
through her stomach to the heat between her legs. She may have initiated the
kiss, but he wasted no time taking charge of it. He held the back of her head as
he deepened their connection, parting her lips with his and thrusting his
tongue into her mouth. He stood between her knees, pressing their bodies
together as he thoroughly explored her mouth. She moaned as she felt him harden
against her and he smiled at her sounds.

“Put your hands on
the edge of the desk,” Philip ordered, his eyes dark with desire. “Don't move
them. The only things I want moving are your mouth and hips.”

When he dropped to
his knees, Jennifer's pulse quickened. She wanted to run her fingers through
his hair, pull his head to her and press that lovely, talented mouth to her
aching pussy, but she kept her hands where he'd told her to. He must've read
the struggle on her face because the smile he gave her was full of pride at her
self-control. He was still smiling as he pushed her skirt up around her waist
and spread her legs even further.

“Tell me what you
want, Jennifer.” He ran his finger down the rapidly dampening crotch of her
cotton panties. She shuddered beneath the touch, her eyes falling closed. “Open
your eyes.” The command was firm and Jennifer obeyed without thinking. “Now,
tell me what you want.”

A thousand answers
passed through her mind, but she knew there was only one she should give. “I
want whatever you want to give me.”

“Oh, that's a very
good answer.” Philip sounded pleased. He traced the elastic at the leg of her
panties. “I have one further instruction for you. Don't cum until I give you
permission.”

There were no words
to describe how badly those words made her insides squirm. Jennifer nodded to
show her agreement, her fingers tightening where they curled over the edge of
the desk, her stomach tensing in anticipation.

With his eyes
firmly fixed on her face, Philip began to gently caress her through the thin
fabric of her panties. His fingers danced, tracing every hidden dip and curve.
It was only after he'd made his third pass that Jennifer truly understood just
how well he knew her body. To be able to never fumble while working through a
layer of cotton and not looking, Philip either had to be a superb guesser or
he'd paid enough attention before to know just what to do.

“Tell me every time
you're close,” Philip said as he pulled aside her panties and began to probe at
her entrance with his index finger. His thumb brushed over her clit as he slid
his finger into her. She was wet, but still so tight that she gripped that
single invading digit, her walls clinging to him as he began to slowly piston
his finger in and out. He moved in a steady rhythm, thrumming her with every
stroke.

Jennifer couldn't
look away from Philip, mesmerized by how his pupils had widened, leaving only a
thin ring of green. Little sounds of pleasure fell from her lips as she began
to move her hips, desperate for more. Another finger, more friction, anything
that would tip her over the edge. As the pressure built inside her, it was only
at the last moment that she remembered her instructions.

“I'm close.”

Somehow, she'd
known what he'd planned to do when she told him, but she still made a noise of
protest as he removed his hand from between her legs.

“I promise,” Philip
said, “I will let you cum tonight and it will be more intense than anything
you've ever felt before.” He kissed her knee in a surprisingly chaste move.
“But it will only happen when I say so.” He reached down and adjusted the bulge
in the front of his pants. “And only when I'm finally inside you.”

It was the control,
Jennifer thought, the control that made this different from her dream. While
their connection was stronger than it had been before, Philip's desire to
control the situation was more about being in charge than it was about allowing
her the ability to let go as it had been in the dream. He wanted her to have
pleasure, but it was ultimately for his own enjoyment rather than his entire
focus being on her. Still, it was more intimate than their previous encounters
and progression was always a good thing.

Further
introspection was lost as Philip returned his finger to her pussy. He moved
faster this time and added a second finger after several minutes. As soon as he
pushed his middle finger inside, Jennifer gasped, “I'm close.”

She growled as
Philip withdrew his hand, and he chuckled. This time, while he waited for her
need to lessen, his hands were busy with her breasts, touching and pinching.
Fondling her just enough to keep her on edge, but never enough to push her
over. Only when he was satisfied that she'd lost momentum did Philip push his
two fingers into Jennifer.