Page 63 of The CEO Enemy

Without second-guessing or really thinking about the consequences of what I’m about to do, I cross the threshold and quickly close the door behind me.

Sean meets me in the middle of the room.

We throw our arms around each other, pressing the other into a stormy kiss.

Words cannot express the heat between us. All the stolen looks, all the innuendo and soft touches, culminates in a frenzy of hands and mouths. I now know what that shift has been and why I’m throwing caution into the wind. He respects my staff and me. He holds us in high regard. Despite his meddling and initial dismissals, he has my back when it counts.

We really are in a partnership.

He pushes until I hit the wall with a soft thud. I peel his suit jacket off his shoulders and his hands tug my skirt up over my hips. It’s finally happening. All the fantasies and desires flow out of me, and there’s no reining them in. Instinctually, when his hands reach the back of my thighs, I lift myself up to wrap my legs around his waist. His solid strength reassures me that he’s not going to let me fall. He holds me there, hands still stroking my thighs as his mouth ravages mine.

This is happening.

I don’t only cross the threshold of the room, I’m crossing the line I drew in the sand due to my “never date the CEO” rule.

It’s no longer an option, a limit that for the last month has seemed so important and so necessary. Now it’s ridiculous. This isn’t about physical attraction or desire. It’s about two people giving into their true emotions that have been scratching to be set free.

I can feel him through his pants. The heat and thickness calls to me, makes me want to rip off all of our clothes and ride him until morning. And if we were home, that’s exactly what I would do. But right now, the only thing I keep thinking is more. I want more. I need more.

“Sean,” I whisper hoarsely. I don’t even know if I’m begging, pleading, or asking. His name is all I can convey in that moment.

“I know, baby, I know.”

He called me “baby.”

This time, it’s not to fool my ex. This time, it’s real.

His hand slips into my panties, and my head falls against the wall when I let out a low moan. My hands clutch his shoulders, fingers digging into the fabric and wishing I was touching skin instead. The way he touches me makes my body come alive again. There isn’t much he needs to do before I’m ready for more. It’s like my body is begging for him as much as my mind is. One of my hands finds its way into his hair, and I pull him into another soul-crushing kiss.

The sound of his belt buckle echoes through the room and sends a shudder of excitement through me. He draws back to look me in the eye, his lips parted as he breathes heavily. There’s a flicker of something unspoken passing between us, a silent agreement that needs no words. No condom. I’m on birth control, and we don’t want anything between us. The way he’s staring as he lowers his pants takes what remaining breath I have left.

And then he’s slowly pushing the full nine inches into me and capturing my lips with his when my mouth falls open. His cock is rock hard, thick, and soft, and oh so impossibly long. It’s all too much. Yet it’s not enough.

I close my eyes, losing myself in the sensation of him stretching me, taking his time.

Shockwaves of pleasure shoot through my veins, and my heart feels like it’s about to burst from my chest. No one has ever made my body feel like this. No one has ever taken my breath away in a single moment. And he’s only halfway in. I have seen him naked but now to feel him entering me bare, it’s more exquisite than I ever imagined. He’s not just invading me—he’s claiming me. I whimper as his cock is filling me, unable to breathe.

When his hip meets mine, his body pressed against mine, it’s like being engulfed in a hurricane of heat and need.

“Look at me,” he whispers a soft command when he’s fully inside of me, his voice barely more than a breath against my ear, stilling, allowing me to adjust to his size. I struggle to follow his order, completely overwhelmed by his presence.

“Behave, or else there will be repercussions,” he rumbles.

Oh shit.

So hot.

Filled to the tippy top, I open my eyes, meeting his gaze. Long lashes frame his eyes, casting delicate shadows against his skin. His deep forest-green eyes collide with mine. His gaze hits me with such force, I feel the sting behind my eyes. Locking eyes with Sean tugs at something deep within me, and feeling his heartbeat against mine, I’m drowning. But, if I have to drown, I don’t want it to be in anyone else’s arms.

He starts to move, rocking maddeningly slowly, ruining me slowly, and any lingering thoughts are promptly shunted from my mind.

It’s like a switch has flipped. I’m his.

“Sean…” I breathe hard when he changes pace, fucking me in long, smooth strokes and I grip onto him. This is meant to be, far, far beyond a silly crush.

“Yeah, baby…so good,” he pants in rhythm, branding me as his own with every possessive thrust. “You feel fucking perfect.”

Shudder after shudder passes through me, making me clench and cling to him.

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