In My Billionaire Boss’s Bed

Peach Salinger It’s 4am in the morning and I’m naked in bed, staring blankly at the face of this hot stranger who’s asleep next to me. My head is spinning and I can’t seem to think of anything other than how freakin’ fantastic the sex was. My lady parts tingle from just thinking about it.My fingers trace lazy patterns over his arm, not enough to wake him up. He has a little scar on his arm. It’s hard to make sense of the scar because of the dim light in the room. I soon realize it’s a burn scar, but his eyes eventually snaps open, and I still. My heart jumps, and I have to pretend I wasn’t trying to invade his personal space moments ago. He smiles, and asks me with I’m doing.“Nothing.” I say, trying to hide the awkwardness in my voice.He leans further towards me, places one hand on my hot hip, then takes my lips in his in one breath. And everything...just...stops. I part my lips for him and his tongue moves over mine in one smooth stroke. His hand slides up my back and we d

Rhys Van Acker I sigh heavily as I watch the new intern rush out of my office. She’s a little timid, compared to last night where she clung to me and rode my dick like her life depends on it.It can’t be her first time if she’s so good at riding like that. I know her type and she’s definitely one of those many one night stands I’ve had that pretend to be all innocent at first.I mean, what sane person would be willing to lose their virginity to a complete stranger? Well, youngsters nowadays do crazy things.My jaw clenches. It’s hard to believe I was fooled by her. I would never have done anything with her if I knew she’s just twenty three. I’m practically nine years older than her and now, I feel like I just violated a minor.Fuck.I glace at the clock. It’s almost 2pm and I have a meeting with an important client. I rise to my feet and grab my coat, phone and some files, then step out of my office.My phone buzzes in my pocket when I get to the conference room. The room is large e

Rhys Van AckerPeach’s face is pale, and I can’t tell what she’s thinking until she shoves me backward and rushes into one of the restroom stalls. She crouches to her knees and starts to throw up.The image, instead of turning me off, turns me on. I imagine her gagging on my dick and on her knees like she is now. I snap out of it and move closer to hold her hair up and stroke her back.After a few seconds, she rises to her feet and steps out. Then she washes her face in the sink. I watch her the whole time. Maybe she’s sick? Or she ate something that’s gone bad?“Are you okay?” I finally ask her.She takes a deep breath, her head turns like she’s just heard a funny noise. I can’t seem to fathom what she’s thinking. She’s suddenly so fucking hard to read.“Yeah, I’m fine.” she grabs a towel from the hanger behind her and dries her face with it.Well, the mood is ruined and all that’s left is the realization that I just blurted out how I’ve been feeling about her for the past few days.

Peach Salinger I rise to my feet and rush out of the office. The hallway is quiet and the president is no where in sight. My heart is running a million miles per second.What’s the contract really about?I sit down again and read through it. [Bed Friend Agreement]This Agreement is made between Rhys Van Acker and Peach Salinger. - Both parties agree to keep the nature of this relationship strictly confidential. This includes not discussing or disclosing the details to colleagues, friends, or family. - The relationship will not interfere with workplace responsibilities. - The relationship is strictly physical, with no emotional involvement unless mutually agreed upon. - Personal conflicts will not be brought into the workplace. Any disputes arising from this relationship will be handled privately. -Either party may terminate this Agreement at any time without penalty. - This relationship does not imply any romantic commitment or expectation beyond the agreed-upon terms. - Specific d

Rhys Van Acker I cock my head. I’m not sure I heard right because it doesn’t make any sense. Did she just say she’s turning down my offer?My fists clench beside me but I let the smirk remain on my lips. I have a habit of not letting what I’m feeling show on my face. I exhale sharply, adjusting in my seat. “Why, if I may ask, would you turn down this offer, miss Salinger? I suppose you didn’t read through the contract well but I’m also going to be paying you well for your services.”That should be enough to convince her. What more would a young woman in the 21st century want more than money and material things? Plus, this is the first time I’m ever getting into this kind of contract with anyone. None of my flings seem to satisfy me and she’s the only damn one that keeps coming to mind. She gave in to me in the rest room too so I figured she would have no problem with this kind of arrangement—so I thought.Peach’s face flushes with anger. “I don’t want your money, sir. I’m not some