The CEO & I

He pounds into me with a steady, maddening rhythm. Intense pleasure builds inside me with every stroke of his amazing cock. A raging torrent floods through my veins as my hips buck beneath him, meeting his every thrust, letting him bury himself deeper and deeper inside me. I feel my control slip away. I can’t hold back.

Pleasure sizzles through me like a bolt of lightning. I scream his name as I come. My body clenches around him. His hips jerk one final time, and he spasms inside me, filling me with his hot cream.

Everything else in the world falls away in that moment. It’s just the two of us, joined together in ecstasy.

Luke rolls off of me and sweeps me into his arms. I rest my sweaty head against his masculine chest. I hear the rapid pounding of his heartbeat. It matches my own. We lie like that for a long time, not saying anything. Just lost in this perfect moment.

I wake up at dawn. Luke lies next to me in bed. The sheet has shifted right down to his hips and in the blue light from the alarm clock, his naked skin looks like marble. He looks so peaceful lying there, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. I lift my head and study his face. His features are serene, his eyelashes are thick and luxurious against his cheek.

God, how can any man be so splendid?

In that moment, something becomes crystal clear: I’m falling hard for Luke Remington. The reality of him is totally better than any of the fantasies and dreams I had about him. And the more time we spend together, the more infatuated I’m becoming. Every smoldering look he sends my way, and every lingering kiss just makes me fall deeper and deeper in love.

Who can blame me?

He is literally everything a woman could ever want in a man. Gorgeous, successful, powerful, rich, amazing in bed. But more than any of that, he’s actually got a tender, sweet side to him that he doesn’t usually show. He’s perfect.

Okay, he does have some faults. He’s possessive, jealous, and domineering, but funny thing is, I actually like those things about him. I like that he takes total control of our relationship. That he wants me so badly, he can’t stand to see another man flirt with me. It’s like the pull of a drug thinking that he wants me.

When he could have almost any woman in the world. Every single woman he’s dated has been a knockout beauty. I mean, perfect tens. They are the kind of women featured in magazines. The kind of women who are so physically perfect, you hate them just for existing. He never dated them for long though. Most of them, he went out with once, and that was it.

I’m a far cry from those perfect women. I look in the mirror and I see imperfections galore. If even perfect wasn’t good enough to keep him interested long term, how full of myself would I have to be to think I could be the woman to change him?

No, I’m not insane. I recognize that things between us won’t last once we get back home. Luke will want to make things professional again, probably citing his rule about not dating the women he works with. I’m not even sure I’ll still have a job when I get home, much less, him.

The only way to keep from getting my heart torn to ribbons when this inevitably blows up in my face is to keep reminding myself in the days to come that no matter how much I want it, all of this is temporary. What we have is just a fun indulgence for him while he’s out of the country and away from his real life. This trip isn’t supposed to be a vacation, it just feels like a vacation kind of romance. Something that burns hot and bright, but then fades almost as quickly as it began.

So what if Luke and I are temporary?

I’ll make the most of the little time we do have together. If nothing else, this trip will be a cherished memory in my old age. A memory of that wild and wonderful week in Thailand when I was young, carefree and in love with the most amazing man on earth.

That alone should make this relationship worth it.

I curl up against Luke. My body melds against his, and I savor the warm feeling of his skin. Just being close to him banishes my troubled thoughts. This is real. This right now, being in bed with Luke, cuddling up against him, and feeling the soreness between my legs from what we did last night. This is happening. While his skin is against mine like this, I can pretend that it’s not going to completely devastate me when this is over.