Page 66 of The CEO Enemy

Jess rolls her eyes, yet she’s still smiling. She runs her hands up and down my chest. “Yeah, well, I got you off too, and you don’t see me being all smug about it.”

I open my mouth to say she’s more than welcome to be smug, but then all thoughts drain from my brain as she shifts and grinds herself against my dick. My hands fall to her hips to give myself something to grab onto and ground myself. She does it again, watching my face with rapt attention.

“If I had only known sooner,” she says, sounding amused.

It takes me a second to respond, and when I do, my breathing is heavy. “Known…what?”

“That grinding on you is one way to instantly get you to stop talking.”

I tighten my grip on her waist and thrust upward so she can feel the full friction of my dick between her legs. “I would deny it, but you’re not wrong.”

She grins wider and is now rocking against me steadily, rolling her hips as she does. I can’t take my eyes off her and how goddamn gorgeous she looks like this: sex-mussed hair, lips swollen from our kisses, her skin flush, gorgeous tits swaying. She lifts up, placing her hand next to my head to steady herself and bringing our faces closer together. While kissing me, she reaches between us, wrapping her hand around my shaft. She begins to work me with quick, firm strokes, forcing a grunt out of me, which is promptly swallowed by her eager mouth.

Everything besides Jess fades into the background.

She’s all I know, all I can and want to focus on. Her warmth and citrus scent hang around me, invading every one of my senses. I don’t know how long we move this way. She also wants to take her time, to draw this out for as long as we possibly can. When she finally does lift enough to put me between her legs, all I have to do is flex upward before I’m enveloped by her tight heat.

The way her head falls back as she moans, knocks any remaining breath out of my lungs. She takes the lead, rising and falling on my lap with the same steady pace she established earlier.

Her eyes are closed but mine stay open.

I want to keep this image of her in my mind.

I don’t know what’s going to happen after tonight. I don’t know what this is going do to our working relationship or how it’s going change our day-to-day. However, I’m also not in the mood to think. All I want to do is be in this moment and stay here for as long as possible. I slide my hands up her torso to give her tits appreciative affection. A lazy smile forms across her face, and she drags her eyes open to look down at me. It’s like we can’t keep our eyes off each other.

I wrap my arm around her waist, and just as quickly as she had me on my back, I now have her on hers. The motion makes me slip out, and there’s a loss in her eyes and a protest on her lips. I’m faster. I thrust my hips forward to get back where I need to be. She pulls me into a kiss and it’s soft, gentle, and sweet—a vast contrast to the heated grappling we did earlier.

When I start to move faster, her heavy breathing and the delicious noises spilling from her spur me on. She chants my name again and again, and I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of that sound.

It unlocks a feral, possessive side of me.

I know it’s the only name she will ever utter.

Her body locks around me as she hooks her ankles together behind my back, drawing me in each time I pull out.

I’m starting to reach my own end, and I take her harder, faster, pounding her into the mattress while she keeps moaning my name over and over. I can tell she’s getting close, already familiar with the signs, and I slide my hand between us. My thumb swipes around her swollen, sensitive clit, and she clutches me to her chest, pulling me into a kiss when she comes.

I briefly pause, enjoying her squeezing me, rumbling, “I love how you feel when you come on my cock,” then resume my movements, working her through it, continuing the same pace to ensure she has the longest orgasm she’s ever had, my hips jerking to meet hers again and again and again.

Minutes later, we lie tangled together, her bed sheets wrapped around us in a warm cocoon. I trail my fingers absentmindedly up and down her arm, marveling in the softness of her skin, occasionally tracing her freckles. She shudders and slots her fingers through mine, taking my hand. Lips meet mine, and we quietly kiss for who knows how long.

When we draw apart, she smiles and leans in for another kiss, which I happily grant. When she pulls away, the smile slowly fades, and she gives me a pensive look.

“What you did earlier in the office,” she says, “I really appreciate it.”

“Everyone needs to be fucked against the wall at least once in their life.”

“No! Not that,” she protests, laughing. “With that jerk at the front desk.”

“It’s no big deal.”

“But it is. To me, it is.”

“We’re working together with this, remember? We need to have each other’s backs. I wasn’t about to let that asshole speak to you like that and just walk away unscathed.”

“But you didn’t have to say anything, and you definitely didn’t have to make him apologize.”

“You’re right. I shouldn’t have had to do that. He should have been man enough to do it himself. At least now he shouldn’t give you any more trouble.”

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