The CEO's Little Surprise

Apparently of the same mind, she moaned and shifted against his thigh, her fingers working at his waistband. She pulled his shirt free and spread her palms across his back. Oh, yeah. Heaven. He’d captured his very own angel. Her touch raced down his spine and dipped into his pants, resting on his butt. She shoved, grinding his erection against her.

Nothing angelic about that.

Sensation exploded. In his body. In his head. She was taking over, taking her own pleasure, and he was hard-pressed to find an argument against it. Bolder now, she rubbed against his shaft, nearly finishing him off. He clawed back the release through will alone.

With her barriers down, she was hotter than he’d imagined. Duly noted.

With a groan, he fumbled with the hem of her shirt and finally, his fingers closed around it. Gone. Next? Bra. Also gone.

Her gorgeous breasts fell into his palms, heavy and hot. She was made for him, filling his hands perfectly. Locking his lips onto one erect nipple, he swirled his tongue around it as he worked the rest of her clothes into a heap, desperate to have her flesh against his. His pulse beat in his throat as she stripped him in kind, then urged him on with her hands against his thighs.

“Wait, darling,” he murmured, and in moments, he’d sheathed himself with a condom.

Boosting her up against the wall, he slid into her heat and pinned her in place, reveling in the perfection of her tightness. Yes. Exactly where he belonged. Inside her.

She wrapped her legs around him and thrust her hips, drawing him deeper. And deeper still. She gasped out tiny moans of pleasure that drove him wild.

He needed to touch her...but he couldn’t let go or she’d fall. From this angle, the sensation was unbelievable. Then she widened her hips, changing the pressure and his moans mingled with hers.

This wasn’t the Cass he recalled. This woman was on fire, taking what she wanted, giving unconditionally. Finding his pleasure center easily and drawing him higher and higher, against his will. He’d planned to savor. To reclaim.

But this Cass, who was every inch his equal, was claiming him, wholly.

He couldn’t hold back one second longer, but somehow managed to get a thumb between their bodies, stimulating her the way she’d always preferred and that set her off. At last. The ripples of her climax closed around him a moment before his answering climax exploded.

Sweet, blessed release. He shut his eyes and drove home one last time, drawing out the pleasure for them both. When he could feel his legs again, he swung her around and slid to the ground, still holding her in his lap. He tilted his head against hers, both of them breathless, chests heaving from exertion.

That had been...something else. Nothing like it had been before. It had been hot and erotic and the stuff of X-rated fantasies. She’d always been amazing but they’d never gotten so caught up that they couldn’t make it to the bed. They were still in her foyer. He’d meant to be gentler, less frenzied. He’d envisioned a slow, sweet reintroduction to each other, but who could complain about a fast, unbelievably intense reintroduction?

Thankfully, they’d gotten that out of their systems.

“Maybe now we can concentrate,” he muttered. But he didn’t think so.

* * *

Cass ended up ordering pizza from the place around the corner. After the hallway gymnastics, her bones had melted away entirely and she couldn’t stand long enough to cook. Gage had been amazing. Strong, tender, hot, sweet. Far more so than she’d expected or remembered.

True to his word, he got down to business and they read files while drinking a pitcher of the limey, sugary concoction he’d put together. It was delicious. But not as delicious as Gage. Or the conversation they fell into as they were reading. It was like old times—and her insides, which were not all that solid in the first place, mushed under the dual onslaught of sexy man and alcohol.

Names. She needed to focus on these names. She steeled her spine, hardened her heart and ignored all the sizzling sidelong glances he shot her way.

This was about sex and work. Only. After all, he’d practically dared her to prove she could separate business and pleasure. No emotions necessary for that.

She had Gage read the names out loud and as he did, she offered her impression of the person, their work ethic, any workplace drama she knew of. As she talked, she watched Gage carefully for any flicker of recognition. Nothing. Either he was very good at keeping his cards close to the vest or the leak’s name wasn’t on this list.

Of course, deep inside she recognized the possibility that he wasn’t involved. The longer they spent in each other’s company, the more she’d started to hope that he wasn’t. Because if his interest in the formula was innocent, then it changed everything between them.