Falling For The Billionaire Heir

“Damn it!” Brett dropped his briefcase on his massive desk, cursing under his breath. It was the fourth day after the episode with Debbie in his office. She had refused to talk to him or even pick any of his calls.

It was obvious she was avoiding him. He just saw her downstairs in the car park. He called out a greeting. She replied offhandedly, and all but ran towards the administration block. Where she had no business going.

He hadn’t been able to sleep properly or even stop thinking about her since. He’s been going around adjusting his erection for the last four days. All he thought about was Debbie.

Brett rubbed his forehead and moved to the cabinet at the far end of his office. He needed a drink badly. He rarely tasted alcohol before lunch, especially at work, but he needed it right now.

Brett grimaced, opening the cap of the bottle and pouring the liquor into a glass cup. He returned the cap before chugging the drink down at a go. The alcohol burned his throat with the desired effects as he swallowed. He fought against the urge to pour another drink. He took steady breaths to calm himself down and went to sit behind his desk to start the day’s work.

There was a soft knock on his door. His executive assistant, Jeff, walked in to remind him of a meeting in one of the conference rooms upstairs.

“Thanks, Jeff,” he picked up his tablet and a folder. “I will be on my way now.” The meeting lasted for forty-three minutes. He deliberately passed through Debbie’s door on his way back to his office, hoping she would come out when he passed.

But nothing like that happened. He dragged his feet back to his office and tried to force himself to work for the next two hours and got nowhere. When he couldn’t stand it anymore, he stood up and left for her office with pent up frustration.

He didn’t even knock on her door, he just opened the door and walked in.

Debbie looked away from her computer screen.

“Oh. Brett,” she murmured.

“Debbie,” he called out in a raspy voice and walked further into the room.

Debbie’s face flushed a little. “Yes, what can I do for you?”

“Why are you avoiding me?” He laid his palms on the edge of her desk and bent his body a bit. “We have to talk, don’t you think…?” He didn’t finish what he was trying to say. He strode back to the door and locked it with the key.

“We have nothing to talk about.” She removed her reading glasses. “Brett.” “Yes we do have a lot to talk about,” he swallowed hard.

“What are you doing, Brett?” Her pulse quickened as he walked back to her with his gaze locked on hers. “What d…do you want?” Her mouth went dry with the piercing look on his face.

“You…” He rumbled as he planted himself in front of her. “I want you, Debbie. Why are you avoiding me?” He asked with both hands in his pants pockets. “Did something happen?

“I thought we were on the same page, Debs.” He called her the nickname he coined out for her when they started working closely together. “I didn’t want what happened four days ago to be a one-off thing. “I care about you so much.”

“Brett,” she said without looking up. “I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Why? We are both adults. I saw the fire in your eyes that night,” his voice was a broken whisper. “You wanted it as much as I did.”

“I’m working. You have to leave Brett,” she sighed, still refusing to look into his eyes.

Brett hurled her to her feet, right into his arms in an instant. He was like a hurricane.

“Debbie. Look at me,” He said in a growl, his breath blowing hot against her cheek.

She stared at the papers on her desk and drew in a deep breath. “I don’t want to talk about it. Let’s just act as if it never happened.”

Then his hand was on her chin, turning her head so she could look up at him. His eyes were burning with passion.

Debbie felt flushed. She couldn’t believe that she was actually getting aroused. Her nipples perked against her satin bra and the soft fabric of her blouse.

“We are going to talk about it,” he said gently but firmly, his hands wrapped around the back of her neck. “Your thoughts have been affecting me.”

“Get a grip on yourself.” She picked a pen from her desk, removed the cover from the bottom, and closed it. She tossed it back on the desk. “You are not a teenager, for goodness’ sake,” she snapped.

“I have been going around the office with a permanent hard-on because of you,” his eyes darkened over. “I can’t continue like this, “Debs, I’m in love with you, can’t you see?”

He brought their lips together and kissed her. Like the first time, it was so full of hunger and passion.

He took possession of her mouth, thrusting his tongue inside, exploring her with abandoned lust.

She struggled against his chest with her own passion. She had thought very hard about their situation and concluded that she didn’t want office romance, hence the reason she was hiding from him.

But now, she couldn’t resist him. “Oh, Brett,” she moaned into his mouth, rubbing her body against him in a frenzy. She slid her tongue under his, kissing him back greedily.

He broke the kiss in a flash and turned her around in a swift move.

“What are you doing?” She asked in a croak voice.

“I want you,” his hands molded her breasts. He ran his tongue on the back of her ear as two fingers traced over her hardened nipples through her blouse. His hands frantically hiked her skirt up around her hips.Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

“Oh my God, Brett,” her eyes flew to the door. “What are you trying to do, we are in the office?”

“No one can come in,” he assured her.

He shifted her panties to the side with a finger and plunged two fingers into her cunt to check if she was ready.

She gasped. “Brett…”

“You are wet already. Your body likes me, your body wants me.” He unzipped his pants, brought out his throbbing cock and slid himself into her.

The two of them groaned in pleasure as their bodies joined. They both moved against each other wantonly as tides over tides of excitement washed over them. That people were walking around the corridor, oblivious to what was happening, added to their passion.

“Yes… Yes, Brett!” She gave a slow moan. “I’m coming!

Debbie’s pussy creamed wetly around his dick. She shuddered and came so hard.

“Yeah, Debs…Debbie!” Brett growled and climaxed right after her.