Surprise Marriage to a Billionaire-Chapter 382: Tour Guide**

Sanya straddled him, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck as she leaned in, kissing him hungrily. William, without hesitation, began unbuttoning her blouse, his fingers deftly working until it slid off her shoulders. Her bra followed soon after, leaving her upper body bare before him.

She pulled back slightly, her chest heaving as she panted softly. "This wasn’t part of the plan," she managed to say between breaths. "I only wanted to see your office and-"

Her sentence was cut short by a sharp gasp as William leaned forward and captured one of her hardened nipples in his mouth. The sudden, intoxicating sensation silenced her, a soft moan escaping her lips as she arched her body instinctively toward him. Her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging gently as waves of pleasure coursed through her.

Unknowingly, her face flushed as she recalled how she used to frown upon the idea of making out in random places. Now, here she was, doing exactly that. The thought sent a mix of embarrassment and excitement coursing through her, heightened by the sensation of her arousal building.

She felt herself growing wetter with each flick of William’s tongue and the way he lavished attention on her sensitive nipples.

"I love how perky and rosy they are," William murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. He leaned back, gently lifting her off his lap as he moved to undo his pants. In one swift motion, his hard, throbbing length sprang free, glistening at the tip.

Sanya hesitated only for a moment before taking the initiative. She slid her panties down her thighs but left her skirt in place. Straddling him once more, she teased him, brushing her wetness against his length, feeling the slick warmth of his arousal as he groaned in anticipation.

William’s hands gripped her hips firmly, guiding her as she continued to tease him, sliding her slick folds along his hard length. His breathing grew heavier, and his darkened eyes locked with hers.

"Ahh..." he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Sanya smirked, feeling bold. "Good?" she whispered before angling herself just right, slowly sinking down onto him. A gasp escaped her lips as he filled her completely, stretching her in a way that always made her toes curl. William groaned, his head falling back against the couch, gripping her hips even tighter as he helped her set a rhythm.

"Yes, that’s it, my wife," William feverishly growled.

She leaned forward, her hands pressed against his chest for balance as she began to move, slow at first but gradually quickening her pace. The friction was electric, every movement sending waves of pleasure through her body.

William’s hands slid under her skirt, squeezing her thighs as he matched her movements, thrusting up to meet her.

"You feel so good," he growled, his voice deep and raw. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

Sanya couldn’t hold back her moans, her head tilting back as her body moved with him in perfect harmony. "William," she breathed, her voice trembling.

He sat straight suddenly, wrapping his arms around her and capturing her lips in a searing kiss. The new angle sent a jolt of pleasure through her, and she cried out against his mouth.

Their movements grew frantic, a synchronized rhythm driven by their shared need. Sanya’s hands slid up his back, clutching him tightly as her body trembled with building ecstasy. William’s grip on her hips tightened as he guided her movements, his low groans of pleasure reverberating through the air.

"Sanya..." he murmured against her lips, his voice thick with passion. The sound of her name on his lips sent her spiraling closer to the edge, her heart pounding in tandem with the rising intensity between them.

She arched her back, her head tilting back as her climax built rapidly, consuming every inch of her being. William followed soon after, his deep growl muffled as he buried his face in her neck, his body tensing and shuddering with release.

They clung to each other as they both rode the waves of pleasure, their breathing ragged and heavy. Moments later, William leaned his forehead against hers, a satisfied smile tugging at his lips. "You’re absolutely incredible," he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

Sanya chuckled softly, her cheeks still flushed. "I can’t believe we just did that... here."

William smirked, his mischievous side returning. "Well, you did say you wanted to see my office. Consider this a... full tour."

Then William suddenly stood up, carrying Sanya with him as he walked over to his table, still buried deep inside her. "Now, I’m giving you a tour of my table," William playfully hummed, starting to move inside her once more. He thrust in and out, pulling almost his entire length out before slamming it back repeatedly.

Sanya chuckled, though it quickly turned into a lewd moan as William continued his relentless movements inside her core. "I’ll be eager to be your tour guide in every corner of my office, my wife," William teased, his voice laced with desire, as he kept pounding into her. Before she could respond, he captured her lips in a passionate kiss, swallowing all of her muffled moans.

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Outside William’s office, a tall man in a sharp suit approached Gyle’s desk, his expression expectant. "I need to see the Chief Officer. Is he available now?" he asked firmly.

Gyle, seated with a stack of documents he wasn’t really focused on, glanced up with an awkward smile. "Ah, you might need to come back later, sir. The Chief is... busy at the moment."

The man frowned, clearly displeased. "Busy? When do you think he’ll be free?"

Gyle scratched the back of his head, trying to maintain a neutral expression. "Honestly, I’m not sure. It looks like he’ll take a while."

The man raised a brow, his suspicion evident, but before he could press further, Gyle quickly added, "I’ll make sure to inform him you stopped by as soon as he’s, uh, available."

The man sighed in frustration and walked off, muttering under his breath. Gyle leaned back in his chair, shaking his head.

’What could they possibly be doing in there that requires a locked door and strict orders not to be disturbed?’ he thought.

"I can’t believe she thought we were up to something inappropriate, while they’re probably the ones doing all sorts of dirty things right now," he scoffed, wrinkling his nose.

A blush crept onto his cheeks as his imagination wandered, and he quickly shook it off. "Not my business," he mumbled to himself, burying his face in his work to avoid thinking about it further.