Falling For The Billionaire Heir

Debbie’s phone rang on her desk, and she instinctively reached for it. Her heart leaped with fondness as she saw her mother’s name on the screen, and she quickly swiped to answer the call.

“Hi, Mom.”

“Hello my baby,” her mother greeted from the other end. “How are you doing?”

“I’m fine mom,” she put her mother on speaker and returned the phone to the desk. “How are you too, Mom?”

“I’m fine,” the older woman answered with a hint of merry laughter in her voice. “I hope you had a good day?”

“Speaking of good day,” Debbie opened a drawer and slid in two plastic folders. She closed it up and said, “I’m actually still in the office. I have an important meeting tomorrow morning. I need to be prepared very well for it.” She was re-checking the research done by her executive assistant to make sure everything was okay for the meeting.

“That’s good,” her mom replied. “I wish you all the best on that, go and make more money for us, girl.”

“Yes, Mom, that’s exactly what I intend to do.”

They both burst into laughter. Her mother advised her not to stay too long in the office and they ended the call, with Debbie promising to check up on her the following evening.

“I will be expecting you.” She was always eager to have her children and grandchildren come visiting. “I will ask Amelia to make your favorite tomorrow.”

“Okay, Mom, see you tomorrow. Bye.”

“Bye,” her mother said and cut off the line.

After the call, Debbie read through the last page of the document and shut down her laptop, and put it in her briefcase bag.

She gathered up her phone, iPad and other stuff and put them in the bag too. She adjusted her sheath dress, fluffed her hair and put off the lights from the wall before she walked out of her office.

Debbie noticed there was still light under the Creative Director’s door as she walked down the corridor. She decided to pop in and say hello. Brett stayed late in the office, more often than not, since he lost his wife almost three years ago. He would tell anyone who cared to listen that there was no one to hurry to meet at home. He and his late wife, Sophie, didn’t have any children during their nine years of blissful marriage.

Debbie went over and knocked on the door. After a moment, the door opened and Brett looked down at her with a fond chuckle.

“I thought you already left.”

“Nah, I was working.” Debbie said.

“Come on in, I have pizza. I am just about to dig in.” Brett moved away from the door. He usually had whatever he wanted for dinner delivered to him in the office from the deli down the road.

He would eat dinner in the office and just leave for the house to sleep.

Soft music played on his TV as Debbie walked inside.

“Sounds nice,” she plopped down on the sofa and dropped her bags on the coffee table. Both of them had shared a few dinners here in his office on several occasions. Though their age gap was wide, she still felt comfortable being around him.

He took the pizza from his desk to the coffee table and brought out two bottles of apple ciders from the fridge.

She opened the pizza box and took a slice. He removed the cork from a bottle and handed it to Debbie.

They talked about some of their projects and he also told her about the renovations he had started in his house.

When they finished eating, he packed the box away into the trash. And produced a napkin for her to clean her mouth with.

“Dance with me,” he said in a muffled voice and extended both hands to her.

“You want me to dance with you?” She giggled. “I’m not an excellent dancer.”

She allowed him to pull her up to her feet.

“You don’t have to be perfect.” he snatched her waist, pulling her to himself. “Let’s just move to the beat.”

The fragrance of her body spray penetrated him, spreading a thrill of lust through him.

“Your eyes are so beautiful,” he complimented as they moved to the love song with his gaze fixed on her. “You feel so good in my hands,” he husked. “You are so beautiful, Debbie.”

She felt his dick twitch against her leg. Her body stiffened a bit. “Oh my God, Brett is having an erection.” She thought to herself.Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

“I want you, Debbie,” he said in a whisper. “I have been wanting you for a long time now.”

She was dumbfounded, “you want me?”

He could see that his admittance surprised her with the curious look on her face.

“Yes, I have thought of holding you like this several times,” he whispered.

“Brett,” she murmured.

“I am going to kiss you,” he breathed. “This is where you stop me if you don’t want me to.”

She said nothing and just fixed her gaze on him.

He cupped her face with shaky hands and looked at her with a warm smile, waiting a few moments to see if she would stop him before his hungry mouth pressed down on hers. He kissed her deeply and possessively.

Debbie gasped and leaned deeper into his body. It had been a long time since she felt this good about a kiss. She entwined her arms around his neck and returned his kisses with the same vigor.

His hands roamed on her curved quivering body. His bone-hard cock strained against her legs.

Taking her into his arms, Brett carried her to his desk and pushed the papers aside. He stood in front of her and said, “I have desired no woman since my wife passed.” He pushed her dress up and removed her panties in one swift movement. “Debbie, I want you so much.”

“Brett,” she whispered again, shivering at his touch.

He parted her legs and stared at her glistening, pink pussy.

“You are so beautiful,” he said, his eyes not leaving her juicy pussy as he unbuckled his belt, opened his pants and pulled down his pants and boxers to his knees. ”Debs, I need you,” he slotted his hard member between her folds.

Oh my God, Brett,” she moaned out her delight, her eyes clouded over with desire and pleasure. “Brett.”