Page 55 of The CEO Enemy

It’s good this isn’t a real-real date.

In a way, it’s for the best. A professional partnership shouldn’t be jeopardized by something as delicate and fleeting as love.

“Wanna have some fun with him?” he asks after the waiter takes our orders for dessert.

“With Richard?” I glance over, and notice two more businessmen have joined his table. While we’re anticipating our final course, they’re still in the midst of savoring the main meal. “Sure.”

“Get up and walk to the washroom. I’ll meet you there in a minute.”

I nod, excitement swelling in me. I get up, and from the corner of my eye, I catch Richard following my movements. He’s about to get up too, but changes his mind when Sean stands.

Once I’m in the beautiful, huge washroom that serves as a front room to the guest toilets, filled with a couch, seats, mirrors and two lavish sink areas, Sean arrives only a few seconds after.

Before I can even get a word out, he rumbles, “I’ve been meaning to do this all evening.”

Before I can react, his lips are on mine.

Before I can even process what’s happening, my brain shuts off.

No power.

Not even a flicker.

Except for the surge of electricity that courses through me with his earth-shaking kiss. It’s brimming with such emotion, passion, and tenderness that it almost moves me to tears. Nothing else exists. We kiss and kiss, unable and unwilling to stop.

Without breaking the kiss, he attempts to lock the door behind us. “Fuck, there’s no way to lock it,” he mutters against my lips before pulling away, but not losing touch of me.

He looks at his watch, and I can tell what he’s thinking. His intentions are clear—he’s not inclined to venture into that territory, and he’d rather spare me the walk of shame in front of Richard. Instead, he chooses to relish a touch of playful torture.

“We don’t have much time, let’s make it count,” he murmurs. “Two minutes, max.”

He brings me back into another kiss and pushes me toward one of the sinks. My hands are all over him, tugging at his shoulders, at his muscular arms. He wrestles control, pulling up my dress so he can slip his hand underneath. His mouth is hot and hungry, just like his gaze had been. His tongue pushes past my lips while his hands grab my naked ass.

He hoists me into a seated position on the vanity, never breaking our kiss. Nearly every inch of us is touching. His hands are back on my breasts, my waist, my hips, squeezing hard, as if he’s never touched me before in his life.

“We can’t keep doing this, Sean,” I whisper between our kisses, breathless.

“Jesus Christ, I want to fuck you so bad, Jess,” he rasps, “but this isn’t the time.”

When there’s a noise, we whip our heads toward the door, but it’s nothing. He kisses me more, his hands back on my breasts, teasing my nipples through the cloth.

“Those damn nipples have been driving me insane all night. Lower that top for me.”

I do as he says, not questioning anything, pulling my dress down, exposing my naked breasts for him.

“A bit more.”

Before I can blink, his lips are circling my nipple, then sucking it in, pulling it hard and releasing it with a pop. “Fuck, you’re perfect.” He repeats the same thing with the other nipple. The sensation makes me moan, and warmth blooms between my legs.

“Oh…Sean.”

His palms skim along my thighs and all I can think about is him touching me between them. Gosh, I’m so relieved I opted for comfort over potential panties struggle.

His hands slide to my knees. “Open your legs. Quick. Spread them. Spread them.”

I hesitate, my head light. “What if someone walks in?”

“I know who’s in charge, Jess. And it ain’t you. I need to taste you. Now.” He’s already lowering himself as I’m opening my legs, my golden-beige strappy heels dangling to his left and right.

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