Taken by the Gang: The Billionaire's Assistant by Kendra Claire Page B

so tall his shoulders obscure the light of the projector.
    “You don’t have to know,” he says again. His perfect jaw tightens and he presses his body against mine, using his body to cage me in. “Because I’m going to tell you exactly what you’ll do for us.”
    My lips quiver, but I manage to hold his gaze and summon a small ounce of defiance.
    “And if I refuse?” There’s no confidence in my voice.
    He chuckles, then lowers his head until our noses touch and his soft lips are just millimeters from mine.
    I feel his warm breath and smell the intoxicating aroma of his expensive cologne.
    “No woman refuses me, darling. Because no woman can.” He presses his lips against me, and for a few delicious moments I feel weightless, as if I’m dreaming. His tongue reaches into my mouth and coaxes my tongue to life until they dance together. As he pulls away, he catches my lower lip in his teeth and gently tugs at it.
    He sighs, his enormous chest heaving. I can feel my pussy gently throb in response to his body. It has been so long that my body is hyperaware of his masculine form. I’m about to try another lame protest, but he flips me around quickly so that my cheek is pressed against the cool wall. I hear the soft whistles of his compatriots as they watch us. Alexander rests his chin on my shoulder and whispers to me.
    “I can’t just pass you off to my buddies, though. I have to get you nice and ready for them. Some of them like to play rough, you see.”
    His body pins me to the wall, and he bring my hands up above my head, where I can feel him tie them together with something soft. I try to pull them apart, but the knot holds firm. My heart is racing. I can’t believe this is happening. More than that, I can’t believe that I’m enjoying it.
    Alexander’s hands are now free to do as they please, and what they please seems to be exploring my curves through my less-than-professional work outfit. His large hands slide down my back, massaging me between the shoulders lightly before moving lower. His teeth find my earlobe, and he nips it playfully as he fills his palms with my ass cheeks. I hear his sharp intake of breath as he caresses me there.
    “What a nice, tight body you have,” he breathes, slipping his fingers under the skirt’s short hem and sliding his thumbs down the sensitive skin beneath the curve of my ass. “You’re so perfect, Amanda.”
    I can’t help but smile at this and challenge him. “A man like you can have any woman he wants. I’m sure you’ve had your share of models.”
    He takes the hem of my skirt and slowly pulls it up over my ass, exposing my black lace panties.
    “None of them can give me what I need,” he groans, letting his warm palms slide to the front of my thighs.
    “And what’s that?” I ask, a little afraid to hear the answer.
    “Oh, you’ll find out soon enough,” he replies darkly.
    He plants light kisses on the back of my neck as one hand slips up over the top of my skirt to untuck my blouse, and the other continues to tease the softness between my thighs. As his fingers explore further, I know he can feel how wet I’m getting. Without thinking, I spread my legs just a fraction of an inch to allow him to touch me more easily, but as I realize how my body has acted for me, I hear the smile in his voice as he whispers to me.
    “Oh, so you do like this?” His fingers on my stomach reach over to one side, and he slowly unzips my skirt.  As the fabric loosens, I feel the knot of excitement and fear tighten in my stomach, and I know the fabric will easily fall around my ankles with nothing to hold it up.
    “All you have to do is let me enjoy you,” Alexander whispers. “A woman like you deserves nothing but the best.”
    The skirt falls and a rush of air swirls around my ass, thighs, and waist. I tense up, but Alexander only presses harder into me until I can easily feel the throbbing bulge of his erection through his pants, pressing against my ass.
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