Falling For The Billionaire Heir

That will be all for now.” Becky dropped the marker she was holding on the long desk in front of her. “We will conclude the training tomorrow and the actual work starts next week, guys. Please get prepared.” She announced.

“Yes, Miss. Andrews,” the eleven people sitting facing her chorused. “Peter, you were late, I hope all is fine,” she faced a young lanky guy who was already on his feet.

“Yes, everything is right, Miss. Andrews,” he explained with a smile. “I’m sorry I came late. I took a quick nap before stepping out, and I overslept.”

“That’s alright,” Becky said with an understanding smile.

The trainees filed out of the little conference room into the reception. She picked up her phone to check the time. It was past eleven am. She sent a message to Colin.

“Babe, I am through with the training. You can send the driver now.” Colin replied almost immediately.

“He will be on his way now.”

Becky stood and walked out of the conference room. The office assistant was already giving out packs of refreshments to the trainees as she walked back to her office to wait for Colin’s driver.

It was Tuesday, two weeks after they returned from Miami and they were going to see Becky’s parents’ pastor, who was going to officiate their wedding.

They wanted to hang out a bit in his office before going for their appointment. With Colin’s recent promotion, things had been very busy on his end. As the Vice President of Blake Cargo, he was now the company’s COO. And that meant a lot of responsibilities.

He couldn’t even go to Singapore with the team anymore, another executive director had to replace him on the trip. He was always in back-to-back meetings now, from mornings to evenings.

“Hey,” she said from the door when she got to his office later. He turned around on hearing her voice, he was standing in front of the shelving unit, holding a file in his hand. He stood there smiling sheepishly as she shut the door and walked further into the room.

“Sweet.” he dropped the file he was on top of the shelf and walked up to her. “Come here.” he threw his arms around her. Her insides turned into jelly as his hands touched her body.

“How is work going, Mr. Vice President?” Becky cocked her head and asked him after they broke the kiss.

“Fine…,” he licked and kissed her neck. “And time consuming.”

“Things are going to ease up, as you get used to the new position,” she encouraged him.

“Yeah,” he moved them to his desk and perched on the edge. “I hope so.” He moved her between his legs, holding her very close, so she could feel his growing erection. “It has to be, because I need more time with the love of my life.”

He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her hungrily.

“I want you to fuck me before we leave,” he said into his mouth. “We only have about twenty minutes, babe.”

He broke the kiss and turned her around so that they swapped positions. He unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants along with his briefs, down to his feet. His hard cock springing out in front of him.

Becky licked her lips and reached out to cradle it in her hands. He smiled at her.

“We have little time,” he said in a husky voice and positioned her how he wanted on the edge of the desk. He pulled her skirt up and removed her panties. He slipped a finger into her pussy.

“Yes…You are wet already,” he murmured and removed his finger, which he licked, to Becky’s admiration. He rubbed his cock up and down her slit for a few minutes before pushing inside her and pumping slowly in and out of her hot, wet cunt.

Becky moaned her delight at the sweet onslaught. “Fuck me harder!”Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Yes ma’am,” he chuckled, and increased his speed.

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We are here!” Colin said excitedly to Becky forty-eight minutes after they left his office.

“Oh,” she opened her eyes slowly and looked around her. “We are in the church already.”

“Sleepyhead,” he smiled affectionately at her. He helped her to unfasten her seatbelt.

“I enjoyed this short sleep.” She stretched her body a bit. “Thanks, darling.”

“You are welcome.” He gave her a peck on the cheek. And they got out of the car.

A receptionist at the front desk of the church office directed them to the Associate Pastor’s office upstairs.

“Thank you,” Becky smiled at the lady.

She and Colin walked toward the stairs. A lot has happened since she was here last. The church office was just a bungalow then, and there wasn’t even an Associate Pastor.

But the congregation is larger now, hence the need for one.

Upstairs, they met a secretary.

“Good evening,” the middle-aged woman returned their greetings. “You must be Becky Andrews.”

“Yes ma,” Becky flashed her a smile.

“Please sit down,” she waved her hands to the couch by her right-hand side. “I will let the Reverend know you are here.”

They sat down as the secretary asked them to. She then went into the inner office. She came out a few moments later and asked them to go in.

“God bless you good afternoon,” Reverend Oliver stood up to greet them. “Please have your seat,” he motioned to the two visitors’ chairs across from his desk.

“Becky Andrews, it’s nice to meet you and… Mr….,” he fixed his gaze on Colin as he sat down.

“Colin Blake,” Colin said with a smile.

“Mr. Blake, you are welcome.” He placed his elbows on his desk and smiled back. “And congratulations to both of you on your upcoming wedding.”

“Thank you, sir,” they both replied.

“Your wedding is not until,” he opened the file in front of him. “November nineteenth, right?” He looked at the two of them.

“Yes sir,” Colin replied.

He nodded.

“This is the last week of July,” he closed the file. “We can say it’s three months before the wedding.”

“Yes,” Becky said and looked into Colin’s eyes. “Three months.”

“We divide our counseling course into twenty-two parts,” the clergyman moved forward in his seat. “We like to be flexible because we understand how busy most people are these days.” Colin and Becky listened with rapt attention.

“We would like to go at your speed,” he continued. “We recommend at least five weeks to cover these topics, so that we won’t just rush over them. So I will give you time to decide how long or short you want the counseling class to be.”

“I will call you later tomorrow night to tell you what we decide on,” Colin told the Pastor.

“That’s alright,” the Reverend said. “Let’s hold our hands for prayer.”

The three of them stood up and joined their hands together.