Page 14 of The CEO Enemy

Life’s too short for goodbyes, I decide.

I won’t go there with her. But an orgasm won’t hurt anyone.

We stumble in, and she locks the door behind us. As I wrestle for control, she pulls up her tight dress so I can slip my hand underneath while she grabs at my shirt. My palms skim along those smooth thighs, and all I can think about is burying myself between them. With my mouth, with my fingers, doesn’t matter which one. I plan to do both.

My fingers skim her panties, and I smirk when I feel her arousal. Damn. I’ve barely touched her and she’s already wet. Granted, I’m harder than steel. But we’ll get to me. Right now, I want to lose myself in her, needing the distraction.

I slide my hand under the thin fabric, and she gasps, her eyes the color of a deep blue ocean. They flutter closed, and her head falls back against the door, leaving her neck bare and begging for my mouth. I immediately latch onto it, sucking and kissing while my fingers glide through her heat. She’s soft and wet and warm, everything I could want and more. Immediately, her thighs clamp around my wrist, keeping my hand locked in place. My thumb swipes over her clit, making her knees buckle, and she moans. The reaction is so fucking hot that it makes me do it again.

My other hand cradles her jaw, trapping her between me and the door.

All she can do is stand there moaning and writhing. My thumb strokes her cheek until she turns her head, wrapping her lips around it, sucking provocatively and making me think of her mouth around something else. I bet her lips would look perfect around my cock. The image of her on her knees, looking up at me with those blue eyes as I thrust into her mouth is a goddamn glorious visual.

Everything about her is drawing me in. She’s soft and supple. Her sweet, fruity perfume hangs around me like a cloud, making me dizzy. Having her shuddering in my arms is intoxicating. It’s overpowering and makes everything else fade into the background. Fuck, it’s been too long.

I love making a woman whimper with only a few swipes of my fingers. It’s fucking delicious.

But there’s something about my neighbor that’s different. I can’t put my finger on it (no pun intended). Maybe it’s because I’ve seen her naked and know what’s hiding under that dress. Or maybe it’s because she had a bite to her voice a little while ago. She’d been upset I hadn’t remembered her, and yet, she’s here with me, her hips rocking along with my hand.

I need to taste her.

Grabbing the sides of her lace panties, I drag them down as I lower myself onto my knees. Yeah, I like the thought of her being in this position—bare, wet, and eager for my cock—but the urge to taste her is greater. She’s looking down at me with the most heated gaze as I slide her soaked panties into my pocket. Her pupils are wide, pink lips swollen.

I throw her a wink, rumbling, “Lift your dress up and out of the way.”

She promptly follows my order, and I spread her legs. With the tip of my tongue, I give her swollen clit a teasing flick. It’s a move meant to provoke, and considering the way she gasps, I know it’s worked.

I do it again, and again, keeping my touch light.

Each time, her hips shoot forward, seeking, begging for more. That’s when I grant her her wish. I press my mouth to her mound, and her eyes flutter closed.

The moment my tongue swipes through her folds, she stretches against the door with a loud moan.

“Oohhh…”

Her hands bury themselves in my hair, making me softly bite into her heated flesh.

Everything I felt with my hand I can feel with my mouth, though it’s better because now I can taste her. She’s like strawberries and cream, a delightful treat at the end of a fucking busy day.

It’s my turn to close my eyes and lose myself in the experience. I nudge her legs farther apart, giving myself better access to what I want most. I push my tongue into her sweet cunt, grunting as her walls flutter around it.

I think of doing this back at my place, how she’d look spread out on my bed, panting and begging for more. My dick is pressed to my zipper, impatient to feel the tight heat of her.

“More, please, more,” she mewls, hips rocking back and forth like they did when my fingers were inside her. “I’m on birth control.”

My mouth is too preoccupied to reply, though I can’t help enjoying how needy and desperate she is. She’s going to make a fantastic lay. I can tell.

But not tonight.

Tonight is just foreplay. With that thought, my lips close around her sensitive nub, sucking in her clit, and her gasp turns into a long-drawn-out moan when I slide my fingers inside her again.

It doesn’t take her very long after that. Within seconds, she’s grinding hard against my mouth and hand, tugging on my hair as she tries to let me know what’s about to happen. I’m ready for it.

She lets out a cry. When her body locks into place, thighs clamping down on my ears, I tease her sensitive clit, eagerly working her through her climax.

She slumps back and lets me go.

I only draw away because my cell vibrates in my back pocket. With determination, I silence the devil on my shoulder, urging me to take her hard and fast, and make her realize that while I may not have recognized her face, she’s never going to forget mine.

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