The CEO & I

She moans softly against me. Her hips are shifting now, almost imperceptibly, but the movement is hiking her dress up farther, revealing the white lace of her panties. My whole body throbs with desire. My cock strains against my zipper, begging for release.

I slip my hand between her thighs and run my finger over her panties. She’s soaking wet. She moans again. The sound sends shivers through me and urges me on.

My fingers slide over her in a steady rhythm. Her sweet juices slick my fingers, making it feel like nothing at all is separating me from her. Jade grabs my wrist, and I think she’s going to stop me. Instead, she pulls my hand against her. Her hips push up.

She wants more.

I slide my hand into her panties. She’s blazing hot beneath my touch. My fingers part her silky folds and I plunge a digit into her wetness. She gasps and clenches around me, tight and eager. I rest my palm over her hard clit while I stroke her.

Jade buries her face in my chest to muffle the moans and little breathless sounds that escape her throat. I stroke her hair with one hand while I work the other furiously between her thighs. She squirms and rubs herself desperately against my hand. I speed up in response. I want to push her to her limits and beyond.

Her cries are louder now. I can tell by the way her body is squirming that she can’t hold back any longer. Her whole body tenses up against me in sweet release.

When she can breathe again, I tilt her head up to look at her. Our eyes meet, and I see my own desire reflected back at me. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I say.

Just then, the limo stops. I look out the window to see our hotel.

We can’t get upstairs fast enough.

Chapter 5

Jade

Luke pulls me into the suite, and I’m tearing his clothes off before he can even close the door. What he did to me in the limo was amazing, but I need more. A lot more.

His jacket comes off first. I run my fingers over his chest, savoring the feeling of him. Then I yank his shirt open, scattering buttons all over the room. This isn’t the first time I’m seeing his chest, but it’s the first time I can touch it.

His muscles tense where my fingers graze his skin. Power radiates from him. It’s as if that winged dragon tattoo is vibrating beneath my palms. I shiver at the feeling. It’s one thing to see how strong he is. It’s another to feel it up close.

He shrugs his shirt from his shoulders, and it falls to the floor. My hands trail down his hard stomach, like I want to memorize every inch of him. Hungrily, I unfasten his belt and unbutton his pants.

Luke watches me, his eyes hooded and glazed with lust. For two months, I’ve wanted Luke from afar, hated every woman who went out on his arm, or made the tabloid covers. Now he is here with me making my nerves sizzle as if they’re on fire.

I pull his zipper down and feel his hardness thrusting at the material as I do it. His pants fall away, and I’m back where I was a few hours ago, him standing in front of me in just his underwear. There’s no mistaking the thick length of him straining against his boxer briefs.

I stroke the length of it. It quivers beneath my hand, alive and eager. He groans. The sound is low and deep. It resonates inside me, filling me with desire.

I can barely believe this is happening. This had just been a wild fantasy. Now it is coming true. I shoot Luke a look as I tug his underwear down his hips. His face looks strained with raw hunger. Then his cock is springing up in front of my face, begging for me.

I run my tongue along his shaft. He tastes salty and manly. Luke grunts. I like hearing the animal-like noise coming from his mouth. It lets me know I’m making him feel good. Like I’m sexy and desirable. It urges me on.

I take his thick head between my lips, and my tongue swirls around him, tracing his ridges. I glance up. His eyes are closed, and he is breathing heavily. I enjoy seeing him like this, under my control for once.

As if he reads my thoughts, he reaches down, grabbing my arms, and raises me up. “If you keep doing that, sugar, I’m gonna explode, and I’m not ready to do that.” He takes a step back from me. “Strip for me. I want to see everything I didn’t see this afternoon.”

I unzip my dress and let it slide off me. I reach behind and unclasp my bra. It springs away, and I shimmy out of it, deliberately making my breast jiggle.