The Billionaire Affair Read Online Sarah J. Brooks

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Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 86710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
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My heart thwacks against my ribs. A flood of wetness soaks my panties. I lick my lips before I knock on his door. He calls out that I should enter and I push the door open. Jace looks up with a serious expression, making me wonder if I had misread the meaning behind his words.

He rolls his chair back and looks at me. His eyes are gleaming with playfulness. The mood catches me and I decide to play along. I march to his chair and plop myself down on his lap. He lets out a rugged breath, emboldening me. The next moment his hands are on me, pushing my skirt higher and higher.

Beneath me, his erection presses against my ass. I moan as his hands explore my thighs. I raise myself and he pushes my skirt up to my waist. His hands caress my bare ass cheeks. Then he grips my hips and bounces me on his erection. It feels so good. The ache between my legs intensifies.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous. So tempting,” Jace says. “I could fuck you right here and now.”

“Do it,” I cry out.

“But I won’t. I want you sprawled on my bed where I can enjoy you without worrying about someone interrupting us.”

Without knowing, I let out a sigh of disappointment. Jace laughs, then moves his hands under my blouse and pulls down the cups of my bra. He teases my nipples with his thumbs. I arch my back, needing more. This is crazy. My boss has his hands under my blouse, fondling my breasts. Any misgivings I have are wiped away when he pinches both my nipples at the same time. Heat gathers at my center. If anyone who knew me could see me in this position, they would swear that someone is impersonating me. It’s not me at all.

Then he pulls his hands away and smacks my ass. I have no choice but to stand up and pretend that I’m okay. The smirk on his face tells me that he’s very much aware of the state that he has left me in. I straighten my skirt and with as much dignity as I can muster, I leave his office and return to my desk. But I’m smiling. I haven’t had this much hot fun in ages.

It takes a while before my concentration is where it should be. I have lots of calls to make and emails to sort out. Jace leaves his office an hour later to attend a meeting in the conference room. He pauses at the door and stares at me as if I’m his favorite dinner. Then he leaves. I fan myself with my hands.

The phone is quiet for a while and when it does ring again, I’m surprised to hear Sarah’s voice. “How is everything going with Mr. Anderson?” she says after we exchange pleasantries.

Guilt floods me. I’m breaking every rule there is making out with Jace. Sarah trusted me to do her job. I argue with myself. I am doing it properly. Just making it more interesting for both of us.

“Pretty good,” I tell her.

“Don’t do it too well and replace me,” she jokes.

“Never going to happen.”

I ask about the baby.

“He’s a blessing but he’s hard work for such a small human being,” Sarah says. “A part of me misses work and then I immediately feel guilty.”

“I would miss work too,” I tell her.

“Thanks for saying that,” she says and after a bit more conversation, we say goodbye.

At lunch time, Jace is not back from his meeting yet and I go for lunch at the cafeteria. I walk in and a woman waves at me from a table of three at the center of the room. I wave back and recognize her as Liz, the nurse from the fertility wing. After I get my food from the counter, she waves at me again and I join them.

The other women make space for me at the table and I set my tray down.

“This is Tracy, she’s a nurse,” Liz says, pointing at the red head and then turning to the other woman who is dark-haired and has a really nice smile. “And this is Addison, a midwife.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet both of you,” I say and they echo back the words.

The chicken salad is crispy and fresh. “Rosie is a good cook.”

“That, she is,” Liz says. “So how is it working with the mysterious Jace Anderson?”

I laugh. “It’s actually quite fun. He’s not as solemn as he seems.”

“I know,” Liz says.

I ask them questions about the fertility wing but I’m careful about the questions. I don’t want to raise any suspicions. They invite me to go and have coffee with them when I’m free. I definitely will. If there are people who know the secrets of the clinic, it’s these women. They’ve all worked there for at least five years.


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