Identity Risk (The Billionaire Experience #3)

Chapter Thirteen

Jessie sat in her leather chair behind her desk. With her feet propped up on her desk and a glass of wine in her hand, she looked out the large windows, admiring the Manhattan skyline.

It was after midnight, and the city that never slept was alive with lights and energy. She set her wine glass down and stretched her arms over her head, trying to work out the stress and tension from being behind a computer all day.

With Mac still away in Detroit, she had spent a lot of time in the office trying to get caught up on different things. But three days without having his touch was wreaking havoc on her libido. The ache in her body had only grown stronger in his absence.

With a small smirk on her lips, Jessie decided to do something daring—something she had never tried before. The usual poised and in-control CEO part of her faded away, replaced by something bolder, more adventurous. Standing up, she locked the door to her office, ensuring no one could walk in unexpectedly. The thought of being alone, with no one to witness her secret, only heightened the excitement building inside her.

She walked over to her phone and scrolled through her playlist until she found the perfect song. A slow, sultry beat with a hypnotic rhythm began to play, filling the room with a sensual vibe. The music set her pulse racing, and without hesitation, Jessie let her hands move to the buttons of her blouse, slowly undoing them one by one. The silk slid from her shoulders, leaving her in just her lace bra. Next came her slacks, sliding them slowly down her legs revealing matching panties that clung to her curves. She felt the cool air against her bare skin, but the heat inside her only grew.

Her eyes landed on the floor-length mirror near the corner of the room. She had it installed because, between meetings and other events, she was always changing. It was also there to reflect her image in business meetings. But tonight, it served an entirely different purpose.

Jessie sauntered over to it, her hips swaying naturally to the beat of the music. As she stood before the mirror, she took in her reflection—her toned body and her long, flowing brown hair. The delicate fabric of her lingerie barely contained the swell of her breasts. She smiled at herself, a mix of pride and desire sparking in her gaze.

Slowly, she began to move, her body syncing effortlessly with the rhythm. She had never danced like this before, at least not where anyone could see, but now she was letting herself go.

Her hands slid down her sides, over her hips, before trailing back up her stomach, grazing the edge of her bra. She circled her hips, feeling powerful, sexy, and completely in control.

Jessie closed her eyes, letting her fingers trace the line of her collarbone before sliding down to her cleavage. Her breath hitched, and a soft sigh escaped her lips as her soft fingertips grazed her hard nipples.

She imagined it was Mac’s hands on her. The room felt charged, her pulse quickening with each sway of her hips, each delicate touch of her fingers on her skin.

As the music reached its climax, her movements became more sensual, her body arching in perfect rhythm with the beat. She danced with abandon, imagining herself in a private performance, not just for Mac but for her own pleasure. The thrill of it coursed through her, making her feel alive in ways she hadn’t allowed herself to feel in a long time.

When the song finally ended, Jessie stood still, her chest rising and falling with deep, steady breaths. The room was silent once more, but the fire inside her was roaring.

Without a second thought, she crossed the room to the plush sofa, her feet barely touching the floor as she moved with purpose. She sank onto the cool leather, stretching out on her back, the heat of her body contrasting with the cool fabric beneath her.

Closing her eyes, she touched her breasts. Her nipples were pressed against the thin lace of her bra. She lightly pinched the hardened little buds, her body reacting instantly from the slight bite of pain. Her back arched slightly as a warmth spread through her body.

Moving lower, her fingers danced over her stomach, then slid even lower until they reached the top of her panties.

Chasing the pleasure that she craved, she slipped her fingers into her panties and let herself sink into the sensation, indulging in the need that had been building over the last few minutes.

The heat inside her built with every stroke, and she could feel the tension rising as her body hummed with desire.

She imagined Mac’s voice in her ear, giving her commands to ease her ache. The thought of him watching her drove her higher until the sensation was overwhelming, and her breaths became quicker.

She felt her body tighten with her impending release. Fuck! She bit her lip as she was almost there—one, two strokes and—”

Suddenly, her phone started ringing, playing “Oh, I just can’t wait to be King!” from the Lion King soundtrack.

“No, no, noooooo!” she screamed out loud as her orgasm pulled a Houdini act and just went “poof.”

“Who the fuck would be calling me this late,” she said to the empty room. Her words were coming in pants.

She frowned, her eyes snapping open as she reached for the annoying device next to her on the table.

When she saw Mac’s name flashing on the screen, she felt that familiar hum start to ignite in her body. If he could see what she was doing, she would most definitely be facing Mac’s funishments.

“Hello?” she answered, trying to sound like she hadn’t been about to explode in pleasure just seconds ago.

“Why are you having fun without me, Jess?” His voice was deep but laced with amusement.

Jessie’s breath caught, and her eyes widened. “W-what? How…how do you know?”

His deep chuckle sent tingles through her body. “I can see you, sunshine.”

Her heart skipped a beat, her mind racing as she looked around her office. “What the hell, Mac! You put cameras in my office?”

“Calm down, sunshine,” he said, laughter almost taking over his words. “I had them installed for your safety. Only I have access. But right now, I’m glad I do—for other reasons.”

Jessie’s pulse quickened, a mix of indignation and arousal coursing through her. “You think this is funny?”

“I think it could be fun,” Mac replied, his voice dropping an octave. “Don’t stop on my account.”

She hesitated, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks. “Mac, this…You’re not here, and I…” She trailed off, unsure how to put into words the mix of emotions swirling inside her.

“I’m here now,” he said softly. “And I want to help you. Plus, didn’t I warn you about touching what is mine?” he teased. “Get the bag from the closet in your bathroom.”

“What bag?” she asked, starting to feel a little hotter. She had a feeling she knew what bag he was talking about. It held a few toys she had picked up when she and Lacie had wandered into the adult toy store.

He chuckled low, the rough sound making her even wetter. Christ, she was going to cum just from his voice alone.

“I think you know exactly what bag I’m talking about, sunshine.”

She blinked in surprise. “How did you…”

“Jess,” Mac interrupted, a teasing lilt to his voice. You know I pay attention. Now, be a good little girl and do as I say.”

Swallowing hard, Jessie got up, walked to the bathroom, and pulled out the small bag she had stashed away. She couldn’t believe she was doing this, but something about Mac’s voice, the command in it, made her want to obey.

She walked back out to the office.

“Do you have the bag?” He asked.

“Yes.”

“Good girl. Now, take off your bra and panties and lie back down,” he instructed. “Then put on the blindfold.”

She almost protested, but something was thrilling about the idea. After slipping off her bra and panties, she grabbed the silk blindfold from the bag and slipped it over her eyes before lying back on the couch. She felt a little silly being blindfolded, considering she was the only one there.

“Now, touch yourself like you were before,” Mac said, his voice low with a sexy raspy. “But slower, sunshine. I want you to take your time.”

Jessie did as he said, following every order he gave her.

“You look so beautiful and sexy, playing with your pussy,” he told her.

She bit down on her lip to keep a moan from escaping.

The tension in her body built steadily, every nerve tingling as she edged closer to her release.

Just as she was about to tip over again, Mac’s voice stopped her. “Don’t you finish yet, Jess. You wait until I tell you that you can.”

She groaned in frustration, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “Mac, please…”

Before she could say more, a large, warm hand landed on her thigh. Her breath hitched as she realized that he was there in the room with her.

“Mac?” she whispered, her voice trembling.

He leaned down, his breath hot against her ear. “Surprised?”

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Mac was glad he had decided to take the later flight back to New York that night rather than wait until morning.

When he had opened up the camera app to check on Jessie because he knew she was working late, he was barely able to keep his dick from exploding in his pants when he saw her practically naked, dancing around her office.

Her reaction to the cameras was everything he’d hoped for. She had a light edge in her voice, which made him grin. She was mad, but not really.

He could barely control himself as he unlocked and opened the door, then quietly locked it behind him.

When he saw her lying there, blindfolded, her hand moving over her body in response to his words, he had to take a moment to steady himself. She was a vision with her skin flushed, her chest rising and falling with each breath, and her lips parted as she moaned softly, completely unaware that he was in the room with her.

Fuck, he wanted to take her right then and there.

He quickly and quietly stripped off his clothes. Unable to wait any longer, he crossed the room and placed his large hand on her thigh.

He heard her gasp.

“Mac?” she whispered.

Leaning down and putting his mouth next to her ear, he whispered, “Surprised?”

Her hands instinctively reached out to touch him. But he caught her wrists and pinned them gently above her head.

“Mac…” she repeated his name. Her voice was full of need and something deeper, something that made his heart clench.

“I’m here,” He murmured, kissing her collarbone and then trailing up to her ear. “I’ve got you, sunshine.”

He let his hands roam over her body, feeling the tension melt away as she tried pressing her sinful body against his. Her breath hitched as he touched her, bringing her closer to the edge. He wanted to savor every second, to make this last, but the way she moved against him, the way she responded to his every touch, was driving him mad.

Just as she was about to climax again, he stopped, pulling back, making her whimper in frustration. Her hips bucked against him, seeking the release he was holding from her.

“Please,” she breathed. “Mac, please…”

He couldn’t hold back any longer. With a groan, he released her wrists, guiding her hands to his shoulders as he settled her on top of him. She didn’t need any more instruction. She knew exactly what he wanted, and she moved against him, taking him in.

He whispered her name, his voice filled with emotion as they found a rhythm together, their bodies moving in sync. It wasn’t just about the physical pleasure; it was about something deeper, something that had always been there between them but that they were only just beginning to understand fully.

In that moment, nothing else mattered. All that existed was her and him, and the way they fit together perfectly was as if they were two halves of the same whole.

As Jessie cried out his name as her body shook in his arms, Mac knew he’d never let her go. He couldn’t. She was his, and he was hers in every way that mattered.