Page 10 of Her Innocent CEO

But I’m already clawing at them.

“I want you, Jasmine Tate,” he groans. “All of you,” he tells me again, gripping my hand in his and pressing it against his own rock hard body as he gets to work on mine.

His touch is like kindling to the fire that’s smoldered between us since I saw him this morning.

The same fire that’s been burning deep inside me since I first started at his firm.

Kissing me deeper than ever this time, I moan softly. Safe now, knowing I’m home in his arms and that he’s about to do me justice beyond his legal training.

I suddenly feel weightless, Maddox scoops me up into his arms like I weigh nothing and takes firm, steady steps towards the main bedroom of the suite.

I know we’re alone now but I’ve never felt more connected to anybody else, not in my whole life.

“I…” I try to tell him, but every time I try and speak he presses his lips to mine or shushes me tenderly before he lays me down on the bed.

These wet clothes.

They’re not gonna be on either of us long enough to make any difference to the bed.

Maddox takes his time. He’s eager to pleasure me, but he’s not in any hurry. He’s no schoolboy.

He’s a real man, and a real man looks after his woman as well as his own needs, which I can tell Maddox is putting last.

For now.

“I’m gonna have my lunch now,” he growls, tugging at my skirt and peeling it off like the wrapper of his favorite food.

I feel my head shaking, my whole body’s trembling, but only with excitement and the surreal feeling that this must be some kind of dream.

But Maddox corrects my thinking in one swift movement, tossing aside my skirt and nylons, gripping my heels and pulling my body closer to him as his eyes focus on my chest.

“Take it off,” he demands, jutting his chin towards my drenched blouse, which I know he can see straight through, my white lace bra and panties underneath not leaving much to his active imagination.

His inviting look is second only to his own hardness which I can see straining against his pants. He likes what he sees and he wants more.

Who am I to deny a man what he wants?

It’s still daunting though, I’ve never even looked twice at myself naked but Maddox’s firm gaze and approving groans as I unbutton myself, finally freeing my girls makes me feel like I want to show him everything.

Totally naked underneath him after he’s tossed aside any remnants of my clothing, he only tears at his own enough to remove his jacket and then his shirt, which makes me gasp.

I want to see more of him, his muscles are like nothing I even imagined.

He’s so toned it almost hurts to watch, making me feel like a dumpling by comparison, but he tells me what he likes, moving over me before I can take in enough of his gorgeous physique.

“I want your thighs against my face, Jasmine. I’m gonna make you come in my mouth and scream my name,” he murmurs.

My hands run over his back, his shoulders, and that chest. I’m hyperventilating at his touch and it feels like I’ve sprung a leak between my legs, so wet for him now I’m rubbing my legs together without even realizing how hard I’m trying to make myself come.

“Oh no. You. Don’t,” he orders me, taking a moment to stop ogling me and sets to work on his prize.

“You’ll come when I want, where I want,” he growls.

“And I want you to come… right… here.”

His deep voice vibrates through my drenched, quivering pussy as he presses his whole mouth onto me in one movement.

I swear out loud and I’m sure it feels like I’m leaving my body.

If there was one thing on earth that feels like it belongs down there, it’s his mouth, then his hands, his tongue and fingers.

My hands move across the back of his head, pulling him closer onto me, making me think of him underneath my desk and what a difference an hour or so makes.

It’s only a fleeting thought though, his tongue working its way around my stiff clit and quivering pussy lips is enough to blow my mind in seconds.

I can’t say how long he does this for, it feels like forever but at the same time nowhere near long enough before the other feeling starts to bear down on me.

“Maddox,” I whimper, clutching at the bedsheets, my head hanging over the edge of the huge bed by now.

His firm grip on my chest with one hand as the other cups my rump, lifting me all the way into his mouth is more than I can take.

Whatever I was trying to hold back, that feeling I thought I could control, it’s let loose in an instant.

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