CHAPTER 3

THE BILLIONAIRE BOSS FINALLY BROKE

The rain poured heavily on the glass walls of Voss Tower’s office. It was 10:47 p.m. on Thursday, and the entire executive floor had been silent for hours. Everyone else had gone home a long time ago only two people remained.

Elena sat at the long glass conference table, sleeves of her cream silk blouse rolled to the elbows, dark hair slipping free from its low chignon after fourteen relentless hours. Across from her, Alexander paced in slow, predatory circles. 

He had discarded his tie hours ago, unbuttoned his shirt exposing his throat and had shoved his sleeves up, revealing the corded muscle of his forearms and the faint ink of a tattoo peeking from under his cuff. 

The documents between them looked like a battlefield, with papers shattered around, sticky notes everywhere and empty coffee cups.

“Page forty-two,” he said, in his low commanding voice. “They’re still trying to gut the IP clause. If we sign this version, we lose the algorithm in eighteen months. They walk away with all our hard work.”

Elena didn’t look up from her screen. Her fingers flew across the keyboard. “Already caught it and made a counter-draft which is in the shared drive under ‘Voss Final Push.’ I strengthened the non-compete, added a poison-pill clause on the patents, and mirrored their language back at them so they can’t cry foul.”

Alexander stopped pacing directly behind her chair. He leaned forward, palms flat on the glass tabletop, caging her without touching. His breath stirred the loose strands at her nape.

“You work so hard,” he whispered, his words floating through her skin slowly.

“So do you.” She replied in a tiny voice.

So many unspoken words hung between them.

For eighteen months Elena had been his shadow, anticipating needs, translating his orders into final execution. She knew the rhythm of his breathing when he was about to lose patience on a call, the exact second his jaw would tick when a number didn’t align, the way his gaze lingered half a beat too long when she crossed her legs in meetings. 

And he knew her, he knew the faint vanilla scent of her perfume, the way her lips parted when she concentrated, the precise shade of flush that climbed her throat when he stood too close while reviewing a slide deck.

Neither of them had ever acknowledged it, not until tonight.

Alexander exhaled through his nose, a sound that was almost a growl. “Elena.”

The single word carried every ounce of the restraint he’d been exercising for a year and a half.

She set the stylus down slowly and turned the chair to face him. “Yes, Mr. Voss?” she spoke innocently.

“Don’t.” His voice dropped an octave. “Not tonight, we’re the only two people left in this building and we both know exactly why neither of us has left.”

“Yes, because we still have a lot of work to do,” she answered.

“You know that is not it.” 

Elena’s pulse thundered in her ears. Heat pooled low in her belly so fast her thighs pressed together instinctively. “Then say it.”

His jaw flexed. 

“I’ve wanted to fuck you since the morning you walked into my office in that navy wrap dress and right in front of the entire C-suite, you told me my Q3 revenue projections were conservative by fifteen percent. I’ve spent every late night since then pretending I don’t notice the way your skirt hugs your ass when you walk out, or how your nipples pebble against your blouse when the AC kicks on too hard, or how your breath catches every time my hand brushes yours over a file.”

Elena’s mouth went dry. “I.. I..” she stammered.

“Say you want this too.”

She looked up at him, her heart thundering in her chest as she repeated his words. “I want this too.”

Alexander’s hand shot out, cupped the back of her neck, and hauled her up out of the chair. Their mouths crashed together, desperately with no gentleness, or hesitation. Elena moaned into the kiss, fingers curling into the open V of his shirt, yanking him closer. His tongue claimed hers possessively, tasting her. 

He tasted like every fantasy she’d ever had in the shower after a long day.

He lifted her onto the conference table in one fluid motion. The papers and everything else they’d worked on clattered to the floor, but neither of them cared. Her pencil skirt rode up her thighs as he stepped between her legs, hands shoving the fabric higher until black lace panties were exposed.

“Jesus Christ,” he growled against her mouth. “You’ve been sitting here all night like this? No wonder I couldn’t focus on a single number.”

“I’m always dressed like this hoping you’d finally lose control and decided to bend me over.,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need. 

He ripped her blouse open, and her buttons scattered across the tabletop revealing her black lace bra, and full breasts spilling over the cups. Alexander groaned low in his throat, palmed them roughly, thumbs brushing her already tight nipples through the fabric.

“I’ve come in my own office thinking about these,” he rasped. “Imagining sucking them while you rode my cock under the desk during a board call.”

Elena arched into his touch, gasping. “Then do it.”

He yanked the bra cups down, mouth closing over one nipple in a hot, wet suction, tongue flicking hard and fast. Teeth grazed just enough to send a jolt straight to her clit. His other hand slid between her thighs, found the soaked lace, pushed it aside.

“So fucking wet,” he muttered. “This pussy’s been dripping for your boss all day, hasn’t it?”

“Yes,” she rocked shamelessly against his fingers as two thick ones plunged inside her, curling perfectly against that spongy spot. “Every time you looked at me. Every time you said my name.”

He pumped fast, with his thumb grinding her clit in tight, merciless circles. Elena’s head fell back, a broken moan escaping. She came hard with her thighs clamping around his wrist, walls fluttering wildly, soaking his hand and the glass beneath her.

Alexander didn’t let her come down. He freed his belt with one hand, shoved slacks and boxer briefs down just enough. His cock sprang free. It was thick, long, veined, the head already slick and flushed. 

Elena licked her lips at the sight of it.

“On your knees,” he ordered.

She slid off the table instantly, carpet rough against her knees. Looked up at him through her lashes as she took him into her mouth savoring the salty bead of pre-cum, the heavy weight on her tongue. Then deeper, hollowing her cheeks, making sure to get all of him.

“Fuck, good girl,” he groaned, fingers threading into her hair, guiding her rhythm. “Suck your boss like you’ve been dying to for eighteen months. Look at me while you do it.”

She did, with her eyes watering, while he fucked her mouth in shallow, controlled thrusts. The power dynamic, the filth of it, the years of pent-up tension exploding between them made her clit throb all over again.

He pulled out with a wet pop, hauled her up, spun her around, bent her over the table. He rubbed the thick head through her slick folds, teasing her entrance.

“Beg for it,” he growled.

“Please, Alexander, fuck me, I need your cock. I’ve needed it since the day I started. Ruin me, claim me. Make me yours please.”

He slammed inside her in one brutal thrust, burying every inch until his hips met her ass. Elena cried out, the stretch burning so perfectly her vision whited out for a second.

“So fucking tight,” he groaned. 

“This cunt was made for me.”

He fucked her in hard, deep, punishing strokes that made the heavy glass table creak and slide an inch across the floor. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed in the empty office. One hand gripped her hip hard enough to leave fingerprints; the other reached around to rub her clit in fast, ruthless circles.

“Take it, take every inch. This is what happens when you tease me for a year and a half with those tight skirts and those little moans you make when you’re frustrated with a spreadsheet.” He panted.

Elena pushed back to meet every thrust, sobbing with pleasure. “Harder, fuck me harder, make me come again, make me forget every other man.”

He gave it to her with a brutal pace. The new angle hit deeper, grinding against her cervix with every stroke. She shattered again walls clamping down around him like a vice, milking him as she screamed his name.

Alexander roared, slammed to the hilt, and erupted as thick spurts of cum flooded her, pulse after pulse, so much it leaked out of her down her thighs.

He stayed buried deep, grinding slowly, milking every last drop. Then he pulled out, turned her in his arms, and kissed her slowly.

“We are not done yet, not even fucking close,” he murmured against her swollen lips. 

He scooped her up, and her legs wrapped around his waist. He carried her to the private elevator that led directly to his penthouse one floor above. Inside, he had her against the wall again slow, deep rolls of his hips while whispering filthy promises against her ear.

“I’m going to fuck you in every room of this apartment tonight. And when I’m done, you’ll know you are mine and mine alone.”

Elena clung to him, nails digging into his shoulders. “Yes, yours, only yours.”

The elevator opened and he carried her straight into the penthouse and threw her onto the massive king bed in the master suite.

He stripped them both completely. Spread her thighs wide and dropped between them and ate her like a man who’d been starving for too long, lapping at the creamy mess he’d already left inside her, sucking her clit until she was writhing and begging. Two fingers curled inside her again while his tongue worked her over. She came on his mouth, shaking, fingers tangled in his dark hair.

Then he climbed over her, hooked one of her legs over his shoulder, and sank back inside with rolling thrusts that let her feel every ridge, every inch with his eyes locked on hers the entire time.

“You’re mine now, Elena,” he whispered, voice rough with emotion as much as lust. 

She wrapped her legs around him tighter, nails raking down his back. “I’ve wanted that too, I have wanted to be yours for a very long time.”

They fucked for hours, changing positions, drawing it out until they were both trembling. Missionary with her wrists pinned above her head. Her riding him, tits bouncing as she ground down hard. Him taking her from behind, one hand lightly around her throat, the other rubbing her clit until she came again. Each time he spilled inside her marking her in the most primal way.

When they finally collapsed, tangled and sweaty, Alexander pulled her against his chest, kissed her temple, her forehead, the corner of her mouth.

“On Monday, we are drawing up a contract. You will no longer be my employee anymore, you are mine now.” he murmured, voice hoarse. 

Elena smiled into his skin, fingers tracing the line of his jaw. “Took you long enough to break.”

He chuckled low, “Worth every single second of waiting.”