The Boss's Orders: Alpha Male Billionaire Office Romance by Cat Carmine Page A

standing stock still in front of me and I can tell he’s holding himself back, that he wants to do exactly what I’m asking. Good.
    He takes another step towards me, brings his hand to my chin, lifts my face.
    “Don’t make offers you can’t follow through with.”
    “I never do.”
    William turns from me abruptly, and for a second I think he’s going to refuse me, but instead he strides towards his desk and throws everything on to the floor. All of it. Laptop, file folders, coffee cup. Everything crashes to the floor.
    “Get over here.”
    I cross the floor towards him and he grabs me roughly, turning me so that I’m pressed up against his big mahogany desk. He kisses me, forcing his tongue into my mouth, his hands into my hair. He doesn’t go gentle and I don’t want him to. I want to be consumed by him. I want him to devour me whole.
    I kiss him back. Passion courses between us. I know it’s physical but I can’t help but feel that there’s more to it than that. I feel like we’re drowning and we’re both clinging to each other for safety — or maybe to pull each other down into the darkness.
    William’s hands go to my breasts, manhandling them and pinching and twisting at my nipples. I moan into his mouth. The pain of it feels so good I can hardly breathe.
    He lifts me up so that I’m actually sitting on the desk, then he roughly spreads my knees and steps in between them. He spears his finger roughly into me and I gasp at the sudden shock of his touch.
    “You like that?” He moves his finger in and out. “You like it when I finger you?”
    “Yes,” I breathe into his mouth.
    His ferocity is sending raven sparks coursing through my entire body. Sparks aren’t everything but in this moment I want to believe that sparks are enough. I pull him closer to me, grinding my hips against his hand, forcing him deeper inside of me.
    Wetness pools between my legs, soaking him to the wrist.
    Without warning, he forces my naked body backwards onto the desk, so fast and hard that my head clunks against the wood. He doesn’t ask if I’m okay, just stands above me, unloosing his tie.
    As he slips it off from around his neck, he reaches for my arms and pulls them up over his head. He uses his tie to bind them above my head, stretched high enough that they hang over the far edge of the desk.
    He steps around and opens a drawer in his desk and pulls another cord of some kind. He moves to the foot of the desk and I can’t figure out what he’s doing.
    Until I feel him wrap the cord around my ankle. He secures it to the leg of the desk. Then he comes around the side and does the same thing to my other leg. My knees are hooked over the side of the desk and I have only an inch or two of wiggle room. My pussy is spread, leaving me completely at his mercy.
    “William,” I breathe.
    “I’m going to fuck you, Claire. But first I’m going to make you beg.”
    “Don’t you think I’ve begged enough?”
    “There’s no such thing as enough.”
    He undoes the buckle on his belt, the the top of his pants. He slides them down over rock hard thighs, and his dick springs towards me. Hard, red, yearning.
    He steps between my legs and rubs the head of his dick across my pussy. His juices mingle with mine and I feel slick and ready for him. But he doesn’t do it yet. He holds his dick at my entrance and lets the head rest there.
    “Do you like that?”
    “Yes,” I whisper.
    “Tell me what else you want.”
    “I want you, William.”
    “Tell me.”
    “I want you to fuck me.”
    “Is that so?”
    “Please. Please fuck me.”
    “Go on.” He’s nudging the head just inside of me now, and the pressure is exquisite, but I want nothing more than for him to ram his dick all the way inside of me and fuck me hard and strong, like the dominant man that he is.
    “Oh God. Please, William. Please fuck my pussy.”
    He slides in a little further, until the head is inside me, but it’s still not enough. I take in his bulging