Texting The CEO

“So you really don’t care I’m a virgin, huh?”

“It’s more than that.” I trail my fingers up her spine. “I couldn’t tell you before…it’s not that I don’t care. It’s that it makes me want you even more. Nobody else has ever touched you, Fiona. Nobody else ever will. It means you belong to me, completely.”

“Always,” she whispers. “So I think… maybe…well, my bedroom is just in there.”

My balls swell. My cock twitches, getting somehow harder.

“But I’ll understand if you don’t want to,” she says a moment later, maybe misreading the look on my face. “We’ve talked about a lot of heavy stuff and…I guess the moment felt right. But yeah, maybe not.”

I stand up, scooping her into my arms in the same movement. She yelps out cutely, wrapping her arms around my shoulders.

“I want you more than I want anything,” I say, carrying her toward the bedroom. “There’s no maybe about it.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Fiona

Somehow, the messiness of my bedroom doesn’t bother me anymore.

All I can think about is the crazy, unreal, beautiful fact that he feels the same as me. I could hardly take it when he told me, the tears threatening to close my throat, but he means it.

I can feel how much he means it, as deeply as I do, with the same certainty.

He makes me feel weightless as he carries me to the bed, closing the door behind him with his elbow. The partially closed curtains let in the sunlight, painting the room in an orange glow, like mood lighting.

He places me down near the edge of the bed.

Immediately our hands are all over each other. A nervous shiver tries to ruin the moment, strumming from deep inside of me, but I ignore it.

There’s no way I’m letting a feeling like that ruin this, corrupt it, and whisper vicious lies in my ear.

I can do this. The impossible just happened, with Felix telling me he wants me the same way I want him.

Why can’t it happen again?

Why can’t I do this?

Right now, with our lips fused, his tongue sending sparkling shivers all around my mouth, I can’t think of a single good reason.

He smooths his hands down to my hoodie, grabbing my shirt in the same motion. I lift my hands instinctively as he pulls it over my head.

My breasts spill free without a bra, making me self-conscious.

At least until I see the captivation in his startling blue eyes. He rests his hands on my bare hips, gazing down at my breasts. It’s like he’s never been more enthralled by anything.

“Fucking hell. Every part of you is perfect.”

I moan as he greedily buries one of his hands in one breast, massaging my flesh, and then leans down and takes my other nipple in his mouth. He makes a growling noise as he sucks on it while massaging me.

Letting go of my breast, he slides his hand down, over my belly, toward my pants. My body twinkles and my clit aches the closer he gets. My nipple feels far more sensitive than it ever has, with his tongue making circles around it, coaxing more pleasure.

Snarling like the animal I make him, he grabs my pants button and pulls it loose. I whimper as he tugs my pants down, yanking my panties in the same movement.

He takes a step back, staring down at me. The air pricks at my naked skin. My inner thighs feel wet, touched with my anticipation. My pussy is hot, wet, and needy.

“You are. Fucking. Beautiful.”

His voice shivers as he leans down, meaning to grab me again.

Sassiness takes hold of me. It’s the sort I would never be able to use before I knew how he felt. When everything was unsure, when I didn’t know if he was going to break up with me, this confident part had nothing to do.

But now I raise my hand, placing it against his chest, squeezing down on his shirt so I can feel his solid abs through the fabric. “Nah-uh. This isn’t fair.”

He smirks. Something like pride flashes in his eyes, like he’s happy I’m taking some initiative.

“Then do what you need to do,” he teases.

I shoot him a look. “Fine. I will.”

My hands go to work on his shirt, fiddling with the buttons.

“I hope this isn’t too distracting,” he trails his hand down over my sex, his fingers brushing gently against my clit. “I’d hate to throw you off your game.”

I laugh and moan at the same time. My hips instinctively twitch as he begins to apply more pressure, palming my clit, his fingers stroking along my lips and getting closer and closer to my soaked virginal offering.

It’s difficult to handle the buttons, but I try, even as his arm starts moving quicker, harder.

His hand smears the wetness across my pussy.

The buzzing, electrified feeling comes back, the same one that gripped me the first time I touched this man.