Billionaire Bossman : An Enemies-to-Lovers Office Romance (Bedding the Billionaire)

need everyone attending this conference to hear what I have to say about her, including her.

Especially her.

As I enter the ballroom for the final event of the conference, I immediately spot her standing in a corner, surveying the room. She smiles radiantly as I approach which gives me hope about what I’m about to do.

Liam directs his attention to Stuart Sr. and grins smugly. “Now, Reed, there’s no need to be petty just because my third-quarter profits undoubtedly exceeded yours. I understand it must sting, knowing that my revenue growth is directly related to your loss, but that’s life, right? You fuck up, you pay the price. I’m sure both you and your son can relate. That said, we’re all professionals here so let’s act like it, shall we?”

Both Jr.’s and Sr.’s ears are red, their tell that they’re fuming. When neither one has a rebuttal, Liam squeezes my knee and redirects his attention to the man at the podium. I cross my legs to ease the sudden ache, strangely aroused from that whole conversation.

As if he’s reading my mind, Liam discreetly bumps his knee into mine and whispers, “Later.”

The entire time we’re listening to the keynote speaker, all I can think is later cannot get here soon enough.

I groan as I adjust myself beneath the conference table. In all my thirty-five years, I’ve never met a woman who can push my buttons like Avery can. She’s a raving bitch more often than not, but just the thought of her makes me hard. The woman loathes me, no doubt, but I obviously have the same effect on her. She wants me, whether she likes it or not. I’m not sure if she even realizes it, but her lips part anytime she looks at me like she’s thinking about kissing me. Whenever she catches me staring at her ass, her nipples pebble through the silky blouses she favors. She crosses and uncrosses her legs to ease her throbbing center, whenever I’m even more of a prick than usual, as if my assholery excites her.

I’ve never been more attracted to a woman. Before she waltzed into my life, nothing and no one has ever caused me to lose focus. This business is my life, and I fucking hate her for being such a temptress. But then again, that just makes me want to redden her perfectly plump ass with my hand until she begs me to drive my cock into her.

Avery scoffs. “You give yourself way too much credit. I’ve had better.”

I raise my eyebrows. “Oh really?”

She parks a hand on her curvy hip. “Really. You’re not nearly as great in bed as you seem to think you are.”

Challenge accepted. “Is that so?”

Avery nods. “That’s—”

I press my mouth against hers before she can feed me another lie. Her hands immediately begin working my belt loose while I shove her skirt up to her waist and slide her lace panties aside. I groan when I slip two fingers inside, feeling how fucking drenched she is.

I pump my fingers in and out. “Would you like to amend your previous statement?”

Avery finally gets my zipper down and shoves her hand into my pants, palming my engorged cock. “I like you much better when you don’t talk.”

I bite her earlobe. “Yet another lie. You fucking love how I talk to you. You wouldn’t be this wet before I ever laid a finger on you if you didn’t.”

She gasps when I press the pad of my thumb against her clit and begin moving it around in circles. “Just shut the hell up and make me come.”

I remove my fingers, causing Avery to whimper in protest. I spin her around and lead her to the tufted leather couch against the wall. Placing my hand on the small of her back, I encourage her to lean over the arm of it until her perfect ass is pointed toward the sky. I roll her panties down to her knees and bite one heart-shaped cheek, causing her to yelp. Goddamn, she has a beautiful ass. As much as I want to take it right now, we don’t have the time for that. Without another thought, I retrieve a condom from my wallet, slide it down my length, and enter Avery’s warm, wet heat in one hard thrust.

I clap my hand over her mouth when she moans. “Unless you want everyone out there to know what we’re doing, I suggest you keep quiet. Understand?”

She nods.

“Hello, Mr. Maxwell, I’m—”

I’m blindsided as familiar coffee-colored eyes meet mine. A man whom I thought I’d never see again is standing behind the desk. My one and only one-night stand—the man who rocked my world so thoroughly, I was sore for days. That guy is now apparently my new boss.

Fuck.

I can feel the color draining from my face as his eyes light up. “Ms. Jacobs, so nice to see you again. Is it okay if I call you Avery?” A sexy smirk slowly forms on his lips. “Or would you prefer Angela?”

I’ll say it again: Fuuuuuck.

Heather nods to something over my shoulder. “Avery, that hottie in the black suit is staring at you again.”

I discreetly turn in my chair so I can follow her gaze. Sure enough, the most gorgeous man that I’ve ever seen catches my eye. I bite my lip as I watch him take a sip of his drink, never breaking our connection. My nipples harden as he swallows the amber liquid and licks a stray drop from his lip. Since when is swallowing sexy? I’ve never had such a visceral reaction to a man before. I’m honestly not quite sure how to handle it.

“Go talk to him, Ave. He’s obviously into you.”

I turn back to her. “If that were the case, don’t you think he would’ve approached me by now? It’s been well over an hour since we first saw him.”