Taming A Billionaire

The third point of view:

Pissed at being interrupted, Andrew cursed as he opened the door, "Who the fuck dares to...." he trailed off when his gaze landed on the woman in front of him. 

"Maggie?" He muttered, shocked. What was Maggie in flesh and blood doing in his office? No, he must be dreaming. 

Before he had the chance to confirm or even say a word, Maggie kissed him. Andrew stood stupefied as her soft lips met his and he didn't even react at all. He just stood still as a tree.

It took a lot of courage for Maggie to knock on his door after she received information that he was in his office. She wondered what he would say when he saw her. But then, contrary to what she thought, he didn't say a word and she took advantage of that opportunity to strike her aim.

She kissed him and to her disappointment, he didn't respond. She wondered if her skills had gone rustic as it had been years since she last kissed a man and that had been..... Maggie's mood changed at once when she recalled her past. 

Maybe the reason Andrew was not reacting to her kiss was that he had never been serious in pursuing her and had given up on her the instant she pushed him away.

With a sigh, she was just about to leave when he grabbed her arm causing her to glance up at him, stunned. Before she could say a word, Andrew pulled her into his office, shut the door, plastered her body against it, and began to kiss her.

How could she stir him up like this, bringing him up so high only to let him crash badly? No, he couldn't take it at all. Fuck consent and all because she had been the one to rouse him by kissing him first.

Maggie was mind blown by the kiss. Andrew kissed her like a drowning man starving for air and she kissed him back with the same fervor. Her hand buried into his hair and she bit down on his lower lips arousing him further.

Andrew pressed his knee into her thigh, causing the friction of her cloth to rub against her pulsating core and she moaned into his mouth. The kiss deepened, his tongue plunging into hers while his hand lowered to her back only to grope her bottom. 

Maggie moaned once more, pulling him closer to her as if she wanted to mold their body together. They might be wearing clothes but they might as well be naked because there was nothing between them. She felt the bulge in his trousers and his chest was pressed flush against her nipple that had turned taut.

Both of them pulled back for air and that was when Andrew got the chance to look into her eyes. Her pupils were dark with desire and her chest was heaving from their passionate kiss. She wanted this, he discovered. But then, he needed to be sure because sometimes one's body could be saying something and her mind, another.

Cupping her cheek, his gaze searching hers, Andrew asked her, "Do you want this?"

Does she want this? Maggie mulled over the question. She knew everything would change once she got in bed with him and she couldn't tell if it would be bad or good. However, Maggie was sure of one thing, she didn't want to die with the memory of Fernandez being the last man to have her. Sex was a wonderful thing and she wanted her memory of it to be awesome. 

"Yes," Maggie softly said at first, "Yes!" Her voice was firmer as she said the second time, "I want to make love to me, Andrew," She was resolute.

A smile crossed Andrew's face but then, he had to remind her what she was getting herself into.

"You do know once you agree to this, I'm never letting you off my bed till morning comes," his tone was low and sensual. He even went ahead to rub his evident bulge against her causing Maggie to gasp, goosebumps busting all over her skin. 

"Are you sure you're not going to run off?" he dared her with his brows cocked.

However, Maggie said instead, "I'm no longer that weak girl you knew, Andrew. The question is... " she said, her hand traveling down to rub against his bulge, "can you have enough of me?"

Andrew grunted when she ran her hand against the length of his bulge. The feeling was exhilarating for her and she continued as he leaned against her, burying his nose in the crook of her neck. His breath tingled her and she rubbed him faster, his breath thickening. 

He kissed her sweet spot, Maggie trembled. He then took advantage of her reaction and began to suckle that spot causing her head to lull back in pleasure.

Andrew kissed her neck like a work of art, almost as if he was worshiping her. Then he picked the elastic skin between his teeth and bit her. Maggie yelped but he began to kiss her once again, the pain forgotten immediately. 

He kissed up the length of her throat while she could only tilt her neck giving more access. Maggie was wet and needed him more than ever. So she started to rub her thighs together to relieve herself but Andrew stopped her. 

"You've had your fun, now's mine," He whispered into her ears, taking her earlobe in between his teeth and nipping at her. 

"Ahh!" Maggie experienced pain-filled pressure. 

Andrew then let his hands travel down to her butt and then lifted her dress to her hips. Her eyes widened and she tried to stop him but he said smugly, "My turn remember?" 

Maggie gulped and she could only stand on shaky legs as his hand slipped into her panties. 

"God, you're so wet for me," Andrew smiled as he felt her slick fold. 

"Andrew," Maggie moaned, her heart pounding in her throat as he explored her wetness with his fingers.. The feeling was out of this world, so this is what she had been missing out on.