Billionaire's Accidental Wife

Chapter 28

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“It’s open, Diane. I’m just finishing up the-” “It’s not Diane,” comes Dave’s silky, masculine voice. “Oh…”

I say, a little embarrassed. “Sorry to disappoint you.” “It’s fine,” I reply, dropping my gaze back down to

my computer. “I was wondering if you would like to join me for lunch? There is a really nice coffee shop

just down the street.”

I am not sure if I should accept his offer. I am petrified about my mixed feelings for him and getting too

close might ignite a fire that neither of us can diffuse.

But on the other hand, I am so intrigued by him that I kind of want to get to know him.

I want to see if there is another side to Dave Brown. A side that does not include dapper suits and an

arrogant attitude. “Okay,” I finally said, daring to look back up at him. He chisels out a broad smile.

“After you…” “So, how is your day going?” Dave turns to me while leaning against the back of the

elevator. I clasp my hands together and avoid eye contact. “It’s going pretty well…surprisingly. Diane is

great and I am getting the hang of things.” I manage to flick him a smile, looking up at him briefly.

He is grinning at me, and I cannot help but blush again. “Glad to hear it.” The elevator arrives at the

ground floor and we make our way onto the busy sidewalk. A gush of wind whips my hair in all

directions and I feel Dave’s hand tuck some loose strands behind my left ear. The act is endearing. He

looks at me with a gleam in his eye.

Soon, we arrive at the quaint little coffee shop he had mentioned.

“Hi, Mr. Brown, the usual today?” The girl behind the counter asks.

“Yes, thank you, Kath. Can I get a menu for my friend, please?” “Sure.” She smiles at him with a twinkle

in her eye.

“Friend?” I ask playfully.

He laughs. “I think we can go with friends instead of ex-s. Don’t you think so?”

“Yes, a friend is better.” The change of environment allows me to relax a little.

“You know, Chelsea. I’m not one of those bosses that operate like a dictator. I have a very good

relationship with my staff and I have the utmost respect for what they do. I hope you can see

that.”

I realise my brash words and attitude have actually affected him over the past two days. Interesting

“It wasn’t my intention to misjudge you, Dave. It’s just, you have to understand, that me coming back to

New York, learning that my Christie is getting married and living in a mansion, is a huge change for me.

I apologise for coming off rude and stubborn, but everything hit me all at once and I have become

extremely resentful about it.” It feels so good to finally admit the truth to someone. Dave remains quiet

and listens on. “The relationship with Christie is going downhill, and it kills me. I’m trying my best to

stay afloat in the midst of all this craziness. I’m hoping that with this job, I can make some money for

myself and move back to the city to get my own place.” I did not anticipate revealing so much

information to him. But something about him is making me open up. I noticed his expression becoming

downcast. Before I can question him on it, Kathy comes over to take my order. “What can I get you,

hun?” “I’ll just have the smoked salmon bagel, thank you,” I tell her with a quick smile. After she walks

away, Dave continues the conversation. “Well, I do hope you will stay working with us, Chelsea. I enjoy Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

seeing you both in and outside the office.”

“Hmp.”

“Can we talk about our past?” Chelsea raised an eyebrow. “NO!” “OK! That’s nice of you to say. And

speaking of outside the office, how come I rarely ever see you at home?”

“Oh, I have my own apartment in the city. It’s too much of a commute from Richmond most mornings.

But I try to go home and have dinner with Cathy and the kids.

I nod. He really does consider family to be important. A few minutes later, our food arrives, and we dig

in. It is not long before I have polished off the delicious smoked salmon with cream cheese, capers,

and red onion bagel when he suggests we head back to the office.

“No problem,” I say, wiping my mouth with a napkin.

Dave smiles. “I appreciate you getting right to work today, Chelsea.”

“Oh, that’s okay. It’s my job now, after all,” I reply with a sweet smile.

He looks at me with flirty eyes before he rises from his seat. “Shall we?”

We make our way back to the office and into the elevator. Both of us stay silent.

We make our way back to the office and into the elevator. Both of us stay silent. The sexual tension

between us is thick with lust.

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Our shoulders brush against each other slightly, and I sense him leaning into me. The doors close and

we are alone in the small space. My nerves grow jittery as if they can sense something is about to

happen. As soon as the doors close, Dave pushes me against the back of the elevator and slams his

lips onto mine, pinning my wrists above my head and pressing his chest into me. “What the hell are you

doing?” I moan over the sensation of his tongue invading my mouth, and my eyes close instinctively

while my body begs for more. He holds my head steady with his strong, warm palms while his lips

continue. He lets out a loud groan as days of unleashed desire finally unravel between us. The elevator

dings, startling us both. He breaks away from me just before the door opens. We both look like

mischievous school children caught in the act. We bow our heads and walk toward his office, giving

each other one last fleeting gaze before we go to our separate desks. A few minutes afterwards, I was

still floating on Cloud Nine. Damn it. It’s not supposed to happen. Concentrating on my work is proving

to be futile. My mind dances with thoughts of Dave’s touch. I graze my lips with my fingers, trying to

relive the moment of impact. “Mr. Brown needs to see you right now!” Diane suddenly says, sternly,

standing in front of my desk. My dreamy thoughts come crashing down. “Okay…” I say, puzzled. Her

pleasant demeanour from this morning has vanished. I rise from my seat and walk past her to Dave’s

office, desperate to find out what could possibly be so urgent. When I approach it, I notice the blinds

have been pulled down to cover the glass.

As soon as I reach for the handle, the door swings open and a strong masculine arm tugs me into the

room. Before I can even protest, he closes the door and slams me against it, my wrists pinned together

above my head again and the entire weight of Dave’s six-foot frame shoved against me. I feel the

sensation of his tongue sliding into my mouth and my heart races with desire. “Dave… please… we

can’t,” I moan, trying to take deep breaths in between the frantic kissing. He pulls his lips away and

grabs both sides of my face with his hands, staring deep into my eyes.

“I need to have you now, Chelsea. I can’t bear it any longer.” His breath tickles my ear and he begins to

leave tiny kisses from the nape of my neck down to my collarbone.

The hairs on the back of my neck rise and I lose all sense of reality. At this point, my resistance level is

nil.

I am at the whim of Dave’s craving for me and I do not want to be freed.

His arms wrap around me and lift me up so that my legs are wrapped around his waist. He continues to

kiss me passionately as he carries me towards his desk

With one hand still fastened around my waist, he uses the other to shove the piles of paperwork

violently off his desk. He then slides me down onto it and exhales loudly.

He manoeuvres his large frame over mine, and I become lost in his faraway eyes. He begins to

undress me, pulling my skirt up over my hips and sliding my stockings and panties down like he is in a

fever. After that, he yanks down his trousers and pants, his thick, erect shaft springing out in all its

glory. My body quivers as our bodies connect. He kisses me insistently as the motion of his hips picks

up the pace and he thrusts his shaft harder into me. A few minutes later, neither of us can hold out any

longer, trying to keep our voices low while our bodies explode into climax and we cum together. We

collapse onto the floor, panting, as my head rests on his chest. I listen to his unsteady heartbeats while

he plays with my hair. I close my eyes to the sound of his soft breathing. I have never experienced

anything quite like this in my entire life and I am literally shaking. “I want you again, Chelsea.”

I took Dave by surprise when I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him. I trailed my fingers down

his back, over his coat. Then I slowed down. He was so quiet that I was afraid that I did the wrong

thing. For a moment, I quit kissing him and leaned back. In the pale green light, I could still see him. I

leaned up to kiss him again. I couldn’t fight the pull of his warm, strong mouth. My left hand slid up his

chest to his shoulder and clutched his hair. It felt as if silk was around my fingers while his tongue

flickered with sheer power and softness against mine. I was so turned on that I thought for sure I’d go

mad.

His eyes turned warmer, his body loosened, and his kisses started to match mine. I was pushing

against him, my thigh brushing against his knee and rubbing against his leg. My hands found his small,

cute ass and pulled him closer to me.

Then we both remained motionless, staring at each other. My eyes lifted to meet him, and I hoped he

wasn’t going to judge. Awkwardness seemed to fill the space between us. I knew if I held still it was

going to be way too uncomfortable. My hands reached inside of his, Dave trying not to shake, trailing

my fingers down his chest, and then I gently rubbed his nipple with my thumb through his shirt.

Shudders rippled through him and he raised his hips forward. My fingers roamed over him, feeling his

nipples and caressing the powerful muscles of his chest. Easily I slipped my hands, the hairs tickling

my arm. This was the first densely covered hairy chest I had ever felt. His body began to relax and his

hands found my chest. Gently he held me and tenderly squeezed my nipples. Our mouths came

together, gently caressing each other’s tongues and running our fingers through each other’s silky hair.

He was a better kisser than I had ever dreamed of.

His body pulled me closer, and I leaned against the door, ceasing all thought. On the narrowness of the

soft couch, we lay close together. I led the way by stroking his hip, nervously rubbing the curvy

boneyness of his pelvic bone. We were so close to each other that his eyes were almost looking into

my mind.

Dave’s hand rested on my bare stomach. At first, my body twitched against his hand, but his touch was

light and I tried not to move. His fingers roamed the plains of my abdomen. The slight roughness of his

fingers reminded me of his job, I’d watched him work so many times. He was good, very good, and

rarely didn’t know how to fix a machine. The same intellect and strength seem to be showing now. His

fingers moved slowly to meet my smooth silk bra. Points came out through the material, creating

miniature mountains of hard, wrinkled flesh on top of the two very large globes. His touch was so gentle

that my body felt like it was burning and my folds were already drenched.

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His eyes widened and, as my legs started moving in pleasure, his body became hard again against me,

including his rod. With a curious eye, I slowly moved my hand down to his hip, trailed my fingers over

his pelvic bone, and slid my hand against his thigh. He smiled and did the same in return.

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A shiver of pleasure caused a moan to come from the back of my throat, causing my back to arch

forward, pushing my chest against his and moving my hand up to the warm hardness between Dave’s

legs. The crystal blue globes of his eyes disappeared for a few seconds, and he smiled at me.

Strong fingers reached around my back, moulding my sides like clay beneath his hands, and

unhooking my bra. His mouth descended upon mine, and our tongues seemed to dance against each

other. His mouth seemed to direct mine, leading the way and caressing my lower

lip.

Four pops sounded, signalling the release of the top half of my body as my bra was pushed off. For a

moment, his eyes looked into mine and then descended down to my chest. I smiled. This was my most

joyful asset, but I didn’t expect him to just stare. In the green hazy light coming from the radio’s clock

on the dashboard, I saw his hands slowly cup the undersides of my breasts and lift them to attention.

Dave seemed to be astounded at the size of my tits. “Miss it? “I asked. An odd grin came over his face.

“Yes!” he half choked, half laughed, “Yes, I do!” His tongue descended upon my chest, flicking the tip of

my nipple with his tongue in such powerful strokes that it sent currents of electricity through my body.

No man had ever had this effect on my body before.

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