Catering to the Billionaire (The Billionaire's Appetites) (BBW Billionaire Erotic Romance) Read Online Free Page A

setting free his thick, throbbing erection.  Like an adolescent who couldn’t control himself, he began to stroke, first as slowly as he could stand it, then faster, as he imagined pushing up that cream-colored skirt to find she had on only thigh highs and no panties.  He closed his eyes as, in his mind, he bent her forward over his desk, easing his desperate cock into her wet and ready slit as she moaned with need for him and writhed against his hardness.  When Greg came, it was so sudden and explosive that he cried out in surprise as he shot four ropy spurts hard against the bottom of his desk.  Shuddering, he sighed with relief and reached in his desk for a handful of Kleenexes, furtively wiping away the evidence of his inability to control himself.
    And now, here he was, face to face with the woman.  He knew he had been making a mistake by insisting that Barbara hire her, but his business sense almost always overrode his personal preferences.  It was part of what had made him so successful.  And up to now, he had managed to stay away from Lissa, letting the two women do their work and allowing the gorgeous woman to assume he hated her.  It was better that way, he knew.  But now, with her sitting here across from him, he found himself wanting her to think better of him. It was easier for him to know she probably despised him when she remained largely an abstraction, a fantasy that occupied his thoughts and his cock when he was alone in the dark at night.  But right here, right now, he wanted her to think more favorably of him.  God help him, he even wished against his better judgment that she might even like him. 
    This was not good.
    And now Barbara – maddening, maddening Barbara – was suggesting that Lissa come as an invitee as well as the caterer of the event.  That was the last thing Greg needed – instead of her being largely behind the scenes, she would be front and center, in formal attire, looking like a knockout while Greg mingled and networked.  But Greg could think of no way to stop Barbara from doing it.  “You are one of our women in business,” Barbara gushed, “and think of the networking opportunities you’ll have at the event if you’re available to circulate and mingle with the other invitees.  I just hope that you’ll make sure not to forget Thorne Investments when you’ve become the caterer to the rich and famous of Boston!”
    “Of course not,” Lissa laughed.  “And thank you.  I’d be honored.  My assistant Kaylee will be more than capable of running things behind the scenes, I’m sure.”
    The bottle of champagne finished, conversation began to wind down, and Greg stood up.  “I’ll leave you to finish up,” he said, turning to Lissa.  “Congratulations, Lissa.  I’m looking forward to seeing the results at the event.”
    She blushed slightly and took his outstretched hand, which enveloped her smaller one in a grasp that felt surprisingly intimate.  “Thank you, Mr. Thorne,” she murmured.
    “Greg,” he replied firmly, looking into her eyes.  “Please.”
    She smiled shyly up at him. “Greg,” she murmured.  The sound of his name on her lips made his heart catch in his throat. Tearing his gaze from her, he nodded at Barbara. “See you Monday, Barb.  Have a good weekend.”
    “You too, Greg.  Don’t forget the meeting with Abbott we have Monday morning.”
    Greg nodded wordlessly and walked out of the older woman’s office.  Barb turned to Lissa and watched her pack up her things. “Well, Lissa, you certainly seemed to have charmed the pants off Greg.  He’s a tough cookie.  You should take that as quite a compliment.”
    “Thank you,” Lissa said carefully. “Quite honestly, I wasn’t sure I’d made such a good impression the first time we met.  I was... a bit outspoken.”
    “That’s not something Greg has a problem with, as long as he feels you know what you’re talking about.  As you can imagine, he’s somewhat outspoken,