All Chapters of FAKE DATING WITH BENEFITS: MY BILLIONAIRE BOSS: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

~ JAMIESimon's Bugatti slid into the Hart & Co. underground garage at 7:43 a.m., and I was already sweating through my blouse."Pull over there." I pointed to a dark corner near the emergency exit. "There. Right there."Simon obeyed, but with a deliberate slowness that made me want to rip the wheel out of his hands."Jamie, no one's going to see—""You don't know the finance department gossips. Elizabeth has eagle eyes and a mouth like a foghorn." I reached for the handle, but the door didn't budge. "Unlock the car, Simon."He hit the button with a click, then turned to me with that infamous smile I knew too well."You look like a secret agent about to infiltrate enemy territory.""That's exactly what I'm doing." I swung the door open and planted one foot on the concrete. "Wait five minutes before you come up. Exactly five. If you come up earlier, I'm suing you."He laughed, low and rough, and the sound did something inconvenient to my stomach. I ignored it. Grabbed my bag, smoothed m

~ SIMONI let myself into the penthouse, the familiar weight of my keys hitting the marble console with a dull clatter. I was already pulling at my tie, my mind still stuck on the memory of Jamie's lips and the way her voice went all sharp and defensive when that intern was hovering.Idiot. It was idiotic to feel that way. We had rules.The silhouette of a woman sitting on my couch, her back to me, staring out the floor-to-ceiling windows, made me stop."Sylvia," I called, my voice echoing through the foyer. I barely glanced at the figure on the couch. "Did you let someone in?"My housekeeper appeared in the hallway, wringing her hands. There was a nervousness about her I'd never seen."I'm so sorry, sir," she stammered. "She said she was your mother. I didn't know what to do. She just showed up."My blood went cold. My hand froze on the knot of my tie."What did you say?"The cold seeped through me, and the woman stood, turning toward me.She was older. Much older. More gray in her h

~ JAMIEI slammed the passenger door of his Bugatti and immediately regretted every life choice that had led me to this moment. My hair was a disaster, and I was wearing a Disney t-shirt I'd grabbed from my laundry basket."I look like I survived a hurricane," I announced, flipping down the visor. "Actually, no. A hurricane would have been more merciful. At least a hurricane would have taken my dignity with it instead of leaving it here for you to witness."Simon pulled out of the parking lot, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the back of my seat like he owned the world. "You don't look that bad, Jamie.""Don't lie to me, Hart. I have mascara running down to my chin.""Okay, maybe a little mascara." He shot me a look, that infamous smile playing on his lips. "But you still look hot as hell in that Mickey shirt. Very... nostalgic. Trying to remind me of my childhood?"I stuck my tongue out at him, a gesture so immature I regretted it immediately.He laughed, a full sound, and

~ SIMONWe froze.A security guard stepped into the archive room, flashlight in hand."Anyone in here?"I grabbed Jamie's hand and pulled her behind a shelf. My heart slammed against my ribs as I positioned her between my body and the wall, one hand firm on her waist, keeping her hidden.The guard passed within feet of us.The flashlight beam swept the aisle and vanished.When the door finally clicked shut, I let out the breath I'd been holding."I think he's gone."Jamie looked up at me, but it took me a second to pull my hand off her waist. Her breathing was still ragged, her eyes still bright with what we'd been about to do.I wanted to finish what I'd started. I wanted to taste her again, hear her muffled moans while I pinned her against that metal shelving.But something held me back."Jamie." My voice came out rougher than I expected. "I need to tell you something."She frowned. "What?""I'm traveling to Monaco. Tomorrow morning." I ran a hand through my hair. "Formula One Grand

~ SIMON"Fuck…" I growled, pushing in slow.Her body opened for me like it was made to. The head pushed through, and when I sank deeper, she let out a muffled moan into the blanket.She was so tight. Every time I filled her like this, it felt like the first time all over again.One hand clamped over her breast, the other flat against her stomach, pulling her body back against mine as I buried every inch inside her."Jesus… You grip me so fucking good…"She was already lost in it. I could feel every pulse of her around me. The wet sound of our skin colliding just sent me higher.I picked up the pace. Faster. Harder.She fisted the blanket, trying to muffle her moans, but I wasn't making it easy.My fingers slid between her legs, finding her clit."Oh, God!" she gasped, pleasure hitting her like a freight train.I shifted her angle, pushing her hips higher and driving deep, hitting that exact spot that made her shake."Look at you…" My voice came out rough, almost a growl. "Completely w