Imperfect Match (Elixir Bachelor Billionaires #1)

“You do much more than that. You and I both know it.” I pin her with my gaze. “But today, I want to celebrate.” I remove my suit jacket and deliberately place it onto the desk before unfastening my cufflinks.

Daisy has this strange fascination with my forearms. In the early years, I thought she was intimidated by me, like my past assistants, avoiding direct eye contact. But now I know how much they turn her on.

She bites her lip, her chest rising and falling with labored breaths. “Celebrating? Like with wine?” Her gaze shifts from me to the bar cabinet.

“Oh, I have something stronger in mind.” I grin before dropping to my knees in front of her.

She gasps. “Charles, what are you doing?”

“Just wait. Not everything needs to be told in words.”

“Are you insane? The door is unlocked. Anyone could walk in!”

Even though it’s not that easy for just anyone to walk up to my private floor, I flick the button under my desk and the office door locks.

“Happy? No one is going to disturb us now.”

“B-but this is your office.” Her words quiver as my hands graze her legs, slowly skating upward, tracing the goose bumps at the back of her knees, then crawling up to her thighs and under her skirt.

“And you are my wife. I have the right to do whatever I want. Don’t I?” I tap my ring finger where my wedding band sits snugly over her silk panties.

“Holy freaking shit! This is not a dream.” Daisy’s jaw drops as I tug the side zipper of her skirt lower.

“Dream about getting fucked in my office often, butterfly?” I smirk, helping her get up just enough so her skirt drops over her feet and those towering heels.

I know I have.

“I wouldn’t say often.” Her words turn into a moan as I pull her forward before drawing her panties to the side and placing my lips right over her sex.

Fuck, she tastes good.

“So do you have any objections to me making you come so hard, you see stars during the day, my dear wife?”

She’s quiet for a second and then slowly shakes her head.

“Good answer.” I kiss my way up to her stomach, covered in a silk blouse. My single aim is to map every inch of her body with my mouth. My tongue swirls around the clothed, peaked indentation of her nipple before taking it into my mouth while pinching the other with my thumb and forefinger.

She moans loudly, and a groan rumbles in my chest.

I kiss her neck, then finally reach her lips. Our mouths crash. Her arms wrap around my neck, and I don’t see anything other than her right now.

I am guided by desire and nothing else, with one goal—her pleasure.

My tongue strokes against her closed lips, seeking, demanding entry, and as always, she yields.

In an attempt to deepen the kiss, I cup the back of her head, and she tugs on my hair.

I kiss her like I’m drowning and she’s the harbor. She kisses me like she’s in a desert, and I’m a lake surrounded by the shade of green trees.

We are desperate. We are wild.

In this moment, we are a perfect match.

But nothing has been enough with Daisy.

I need more. I need everything with her.

When I pull away, she moans my name in protest. “Charles.”