Holidays with the Billionaire

Chapter 14

Kelton

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A gasp erupts from my lips a split second before they meet Adlee’s. I hadn’t wanted the night to end when I invited her to stay. I honestly didn’t invite her to stay for sex, I only wanted her company a little bit longer.

I could tell she wasn’t into the hockey game, which is fine. It was a test anyway. She’s obviously not into sports. She didn’t bat an eye when John Elway and his wife came down for food earlier. He stays here every year at my invitation. Had she paid a modicum of attention to any of the guests, she would have been mesmerized by the legendary Denver Broncos quarterback. She treated them like any of the other guests. Then when Jon Sakic showed up to eat, she treated him the same way. Most people are clamoring for autographs from the famous Colorado Avalanche player, but not her. Which turned out to be a blessing. All the staff here know not to treat the celebrities any different than anyone else.

But now, as my lips meet hers, it’s almost more of a turn-on that she isn’t some puck bunny or football fangirl, falling over herself. I saw how she stared in curiosity at my shelf of trophies in my office last week. I’ve hired staff before who couldn’t do their jobs, too focused on my previous career and status, and I’d had to let them go because it interfered with their work.

My drink still in my hand, I wrap my other around the back of her head, gripping her thick brown hair as our lips meet and our tongues duel. I’ll admit that I’ve got a slight buzz from the Whistle Pig I’d poured, but I’m nowhere near drunk. There’s no way she can be either with all the pasta she ate. It has to be soaking it up like a sponge.

After we kiss for a few minutes, I use my leverage on her hair to pull her head back and stare into her amazing green eyes. “If you keep kissing me like that, I’m going to fuck you, Adlee.”

Her chest heaves with the breaths she’s catching up on, and without breaking eye contact, she replies, “And?”

I set my drink down and dive in for another kiss, this time with both hands free to roam her amazing body. I unbutton the blazer she wears, pushing it off her shoulders, and then slide my hand up the pearl-white camisole she wears underneath it. I groan when I feel small bare breasts, no bra needed.

Adlee breaks the kiss to tip her head back and groan, and I run kisses up her throat to her jaw, licking and tasting her salty skin. The heat from the fire is making us both ignite with passion. Her hands reach up and begin unbuttoning my shirt, but soon she loses patience and takes both hands to tear the shirt apart, small, pearly buttons flying in every direction.

Then, her hands go down to my belt buckle and begin working it quickly. My cock is straining behind my pants, and I want to fuck her so bad I can hardly stand it. As soon as she runs the zipper down, I break the kiss and pull her to stand. I’m not fucking her on this sofa.

She stares are me, flushed cheeks and swollen lips, red neck and jaw from my stubble. “Are we really doing this?” she asks.

I grab both hands and face her. “Do you want to do this?”

She nods immediately, licking her lips again. “Oh yeah, I do. I’ve wanted to since the moment I laid eyes on you.” She reaches up and runs a soft, warm hand over my cheek. “Mr. Fox.”

For some reason, her use of authority makes me even harder. Fucking my secretary? So cliché. But I love it.

“Come here,” I say, grabbing both cheeks and kissing her silly. Our tongues swirl silkily as we make out, and I press my arousal into her stomach. She’s so small, she can’t be more than five-foot-three, so I tower over her.

“Take me to bed,” she whispers.

I pick her up and carry her the rest of the way, laying her down on the soft mattress after pulling back the covers. I kick out of my shoes and socks, and slowly pull my slacks down, leaving my straining dick dying to be freed from my boxers. I watch as Adlee stares at it, then rakes her gaze up my body. I’m obsessed with seeing the rest of her, so I quickly yank her skirt off, then slip the camisole off over her head. Her beautiful, hard nipples point straight at me, begging to be sucked. I lean down and capture one in my mouth while her hand wraps around my cock outside my briefs.

I run slow kisses down her taut stomach and down to her panties, where I kiss her mound outside of them, the aroma of her musky arousal turning me on. I need to be inside her now.

I have condoms in the nightstand, but to delay looking like a fucking manwhore, I pull her panties aside and decide to feast on her first. I run a fingertip down her dripping wet slit and feel her shudder under my touch. I look up at her to see her head thrown back, her brow furrowed. Her fists clench the sheets, and something tells me she hasn’t been fucked or even touched in quite a while.

“You been fucked before, Adlee?” I ask right before I tear the panties at the crotch and push them up out of my way, around her ample hips. I use the tip of my tongue to run it up her very swollen clit.

She pants and whimpers in response.

“Answer me,” I say between licks.

“Yes,” she pants. “I have, but... only a couple of times.”

This intrigues me, but I’m in no mood to hold a conversation. We’ll discuss that later.

I spear my tongue in and out of her, inserting two fingers to rub that spot inside her that I know will make her come.

Her body tenses, and I watch as her fists grip the sheets even harder. When she starts shaking, I lick her more furiously, loving her taste on my tongue. Then, I’m pleasantly surprised when she cries out and a whole bunch of her cum squirts into my face. She’s coming like a man, the whitish clear liquid pulsating into my mouth as I swallow it. She continues to cry and scream, her nipples rock-hard and standing up at attention.

“Kelton! Oh, my God!” she cries. I look up to see tears streaming down her face.

I wipe my lips with the back of my hand and then slip my boxers off. “What’s wrong?” I ask.

She puts a hand over her eyes. “I don’t know.”

“What do you mean?” I ask, moving her hand away.

She looks at me, then looks away. “I-I... I don’t know why I’m crying. It was just so... intense.”

I smile at that and swipe some hair from her face. “Do you usually squirt?”

Her eyes go wide. “Is that what that was?” She shakes her head. “I’ve never had an orgasm that intense is all.”

“Squirting is good,” I say, kissing her mouth, then running small kisses down her throat. “I’d love to make you come over and over.”

“I need you inside me, Mr. Fox,” she says.

Fuck.

“Like I said, you can call me Kelton. I think we’re past niceties,” I reply. “But Mr. Fox is hot. Are you on birth control?”

She nods. “Yes. Kelton.”

“Good. I’m clean. You?”

She nods. “Yes, just fuck me, but go easy on me.” She licks her lips and looks down at my cock jutting at her. “I don’t think I’ve had one that... intense before.”

I grin and line up my dick with her dripping wet hole, rubbing it in circles. “You sure?”

She nods, biting her lip, propped up on her elbows.

With one fluid motion, I slide home, her hot, wet heat sheathing me. My eyes roll back. “Fuck, Adlee. Your cunt is so tight.”

She clenches her pussy walls around me and spreads her legs wider. “Fuck me, Mr. Fox. Fuck me hard.”

I don’t have to be told twice. I begin to thrust, the feel of her nails on my back spurring me on. She feels so good, I’m not sure I’ll last, but I put everything I have into it. When I feel like I’m close, I pull out.

“Get on your hands and knees, Miss Phillips,” I instruct.

She grins and does as she’s told, and her very fine plump ass in the air is enough to make me come right then and there. I line up my cock, stuff it into her wet cunt, and continue to stroke myself in and out. I reach around and play with her clit, causing her head to fall back. I lean down and kiss her neck as I thrust. I feel her pussy clenching, and she moans softly as another climax crests over her. That’s all it takes. I pump one more time and dump all my cum into her, then lazily thrust until I can’t any longer. I pull out and watch my cum dribble out of her.

We both collapse on the mattress, our ragged breaths the only sound filling the room.

“You’re amazing,” she breathes.

I look over at her. She’s staring at the ceiling with a look of disbelief on her face.

“So are you,” is all I can think so say. That was lame, so I roll over and gather her in my arms. “You’re sleeping here.”

She looks up at me. “Sure, but can I use the bathroom first?”

I would rather she have my cum leaking out of her all night, but I’m not one to deny a woman her physical needs. “Of course.” I kiss her forehead and let her go.

I watch in appreciation as her luscious hips sway and her ass cheeks jiggle on her way to the bathroom. I lean back with my arms under my head, waiting for her to return.

Did I just fuck my secretary? Yes, I did. Do I have any regrets? Not really. I’d been wanting her for a while, but I was too much of a pussy to admit it. What will happen to us tomorrow? Next week? Next month?

I guess I’ll deal with it when it comes. What I do know is that I don’t want Lea back in the office. I want Adlee there, working for me so I can keep my eye on her at all times. So I can admire her smoking-hot body and her flirtatious green eyes on the daily. There’s no way I’m letting her go now.

I wonder what this will mean for the office. This is uncharted territory. Not to mention, we still have three more days at this resort retreat. Will the staff be able to tell I’ve fucked her? Will she act weird around me? I know I’ll be able to keep a straight face, a stoic expression around the board members.

But what about the office employees? I know her friend Gabriel will suspect something. That man is intuitive, not to mention they’re close friends. She wouldn’t tell him, would she? I guess we need to have a talk. Not to define what this is, but to keep things professional between us at work.

But, that’s not a conversation I want to have tonight. No, tonight, I just want to sleep with Adlee safe and warm in my arms while the weather outside continues to be seriously frightful.