Holidays with the Billionaire

Chapter 21

Adlee

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T hankfully, dessert was short, and I passed on it. I didn’t want to distract myself with food. All I wanted was to pour all my attention into my boss. What he’d said about how I was his had me reeling. What would happen once we were back at the office? Was he going to send Lea to another department and keep me as his?

Once dinner was over, everyone filed out of the room. I was anxious to get Kelton back upstairs, but I also knew we probably shouldn’t leave at the same time.

I head toward the door to leave and hope he joins me in my suite, but Bernice stops both of us.

“Look, there’s a dance going on in the main ballroom. It’s holiday-themed. Please join us for a little bit,” she says, looking hopeful.

Bernice is no idiot. I’m sure the chemistry between my boss and me comes off in waves.

“Sure, Bernice. Thank you,” Kelton says, indicating she lead the way.

At this point, I’ve had two glasses of champagne and I’m a bit lightheaded. But it’s okay. I’m feeling good.

She leads us to a set of double doors, and after opening them, she ushers us inside. The whole place is decorated in a holiday theme, couples dancing close in intimate embraces. There are tables everywhere lining the dance floor, and people sit and sip drinks while they chat with each other. Sort of reminds me of my high school prom. A large sign that reads Aspen Peak Annual Holiday Dance is stretched across what looks like a stage of some sort.

“Did you know about this?” I ask Kelton as we walk in, hand in hand.

He nods once. “Yes, it happens every year, obviously. As a thank-you to our regulars and a welcome to our newcomers. I don’t know any of these people.”

“So you’re not required to be here,” I tease.

“I do what I want, when I want,” he replies, but I can see through the bravado. I’m sure he does a lot of things he doesn’t want to do.

The song ends and a new one starts up. While “Last Christmas” plays, I look up at Kelton. “Should we dance?”

He shakes his head. “I’m not a dancer.”

I grin up at him. “Well, I am.” I grab his hand and lead him to the dance floor.

He stands facing me, and I loop my arms around his neck. “Just sway with the music,” I murmur.

With his hands on my hips, he pulls me close. “I really don’t like dancing,” he says.

I lean up and whisper in his ear, “You taught me to cook and ice skate. Let me teach you how to dance.”

He murmurs an approval in my ear that makes a tingle run up my spine, and I close my eyes as he sways me to the music. I sigh, loving the feel of his warm body against mine. It’s relaxing, knowing that none of our coworkers or board members are here to see us in this intimate moment. I pull away and grab his hand, making him twirl me on the dance floor and then lean in as he dips me. He grins down at me as I’m at his mercy, my body suspended above the floor while he stares into my eyes. My hair is almost touching the hardwood, my lips tingling for a kiss that I know will lead to something better.

“What are you doing to me, Adlee Phillips?” he asks as the silver disco ball flashes light across his perfect face.

“Kiss me and I’ll show you,” I whisper in return.

And he does.

His lips press against mine and my body arches into him. The way our tongues massage each other’s and my nipples pebble through this black dress that crave the friction only his hard chest can give is driving me insane.

As I’m dipped back in his arms, his large, warm hand finds the slit in my dress and he runs it up my smooth left thigh. My gaze remains steady on his as his thumb reaches the apex of my thighs and realization dawns on his face that he’s reached bare skin.

I bite my lip to resist the moan that wants to escape when his thick thumb runs up my wet slit. I can’t resist spreading my legs a little further. We’re supposed to be dancing and I’m not sure how much longer he can hold me like this, but I arch my head back and let his lips dance along my throat while his finger rubs my clit. I want to moan because a climax is building but I can’t. Even though it’s dark, we’re in a roomful of people and me having a squirting orgasm on the dance floor is probably frowned upon amongst this circle of proper people.

Kelton lifts me suddenly, my hair whipping up with it and resting along my shoulder. He pulls me into his arms and we continue to sway to the music.

“See,” I whisper in his ear, “dancing’s not so hard.”

“The only thing hard is my cock since you decided not to cover yourself under that dress,” he replies, letting go of my hip to put his thumb into his mouth and lick it clean.

I swallow hard.

He glances behind me and smiles, then looks back into my eyes. “It seems Bernice is satisfied she’s gotten us to dance. Wanna get outta here?”

I nod, my teeth capturing my lower lip.

We both wave at Bernice as we head for the elevators.

Once the doors are closed, his hand slides up my thigh as we kiss, and this time, he runs his fingers over my pussy and my legs almost buckle when he inserts two fingers into me. I whimper against his mouth as he quickly fingers me, flicking his digits over my clit as my juices run down my leg and over his thick fingers.

We continue to kiss, and when Kelton pulls my strapless dress down and puts his mouth over one of my very hard nipples, I cry out. His fingers continue to slide over my clit, and I can’t hold back. The blissful relief of an orgasm rips through me and I shake and cry, my arm draped around his shoulders, barely holding me up as my eyes roll back in my head, my mouth dropped open in pure ecstasy.

Right on time, the elevator dings our arrival and Kelton pulls my dress back up over my exposed breast. Hand in hand, we rush to his suite, where he fumbles with his phone until it unlocks the door. We tumble inside, kissing and tearing at each other’s clothes.

His warm hand finds my zipper and runs it down. I step out of it as we kiss, and as Kelton pulls back, he gasps at my nakedness.

I grin and yank his tie loose, sliding it over his head and tossing it to the floor. My fingers fumble at the buttons on his shirt, and after the first few are loose, I lose patience and pull it off over his head, also flinging it away.

His fingers work his belt and then the buttons on his pants, which he lowers and steps out of. I help his boxers down and he kicks out of his shoes and socks. Once we tumble on the bed, he flips me over and shoves my thighs apart, looking lustfully down at my exposed core. He runs his fingers over my wetness and then licks it off his fingers.

“You’re fucking soaked, Adlee,” he says, staring at me in the eyes.

“Fuck me, Kelton,” I demand, and I can’t remember a time when I ever wanted a man inside me so bad. “Please. Please .”

He nods, lining up his cock with my wet hole. Once he shoves himself inside, I crane my head back and cry out in relief. This man is truly the boss of my body, the ruler of my pleasure.

The friction his thick cock gives me has me panting with need, and once another wave of pleasure has my uterus cramping with the need to come, he increases his punishing thrusts. His cock makes me whine and beg while the climax washes over my body, my core sending a tingle of desire over my entire body, my nipples pebbling in pleasure at the friction.

His cocks stiffens inside me while he moans his release. “Fuck,” he murmurs against my face, our chests heaving with exertion.

“Same,” I breathe.

He rolls off and flops beside me on his bed. I slide over, rest my head on his chest, and drape my leg over his muscular thigh.

“I’ve never thought of dancing as erotic, but you showed me differently,” he murmurs, running circles on my upper arm with his fingers.

“It’s very much foreplay,” I admit.

“I’d like to dance some more with you,” he says, kissing the top of my head, and I swoon under his touch and sweet words.

But... I’m again left with questions on what is going to happen once we get back to the office. This is our last night here. Am I living a fairytale that we could have this back in Denver, when we get back to real life?

I decide to put those thoughts out of my head. I want to live in the moment. I sigh contentedly and listen to his heartbeat until I fall asleep.