Page 57 of The CEO Enemy

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SEAN

After scarfing down the churros with chocolate sauce, the drive home definitely intensifies the suspense when she places her feet on the console and my fingers onto her clit and begs me to let her come.

Teasing her, I slowly rub her clit up and down then circle it with my thumb.

Being the gentleman that I am, I don’t edge her too much.

When I open her car door, the air is alive with the warmth of the evening and the exhilaration of a hot car drive.

Once the elevator doors close, she turns to face me, her eyes shining.

“I had a great time tonight,” she says as we ride up.

“So did I.”

She inches closer, and the air crackles. I can taste the desire, feel it in every nerve.

A charged silence hangs between us, thick with unspoken desire. She’s close, so close, and I can feel the pull between us intensifying. I tug her to me until her tits graze my chest, and her hands settle against my arms. It takes everything in me to keep the beast in check. I stop myself from grabbing her hips, turning her around and bending her over, asking her to hoick that skirt up, and making her scream my name.

Sure, sex in the elevator sounds like a hot idea, but it’s not what I have in mind for tonight.

Tonight’s going to be on a whole other level of heat.

The elevator dings at our floor and we step out.

“Oh, there you are, Mr. Blackwood,” my assistant greets me with a warm smile. “I just dropped by to finalize the documents. Wrapping things up with Mrs. Sanborne took longer than expected.”

I sense it before it happens.

I can feel Jess’s immediate retreat. She removes her hand from my arm.

The moment is broken.

Shit.

“No worries, Jasmine.” I nod, understanding the intricacies involved in the aftermath of a high-profile auction. “I appreciate your dedication.” She likely called, but my phone stayed on silent after the auction—I’ve been too distracted to turn it back on.

“I’m off next week, as you know,” she continues, a hint of exhaustion in her eyes. “But I wanted to make sure everything was in order before I left. Hi again, Ms. Summers.”

“Hi Jasmine, how are you?” The women hug like two long lost friends and exchange warm words.

“Oh, well, it seems time has slipped away on us,” Jess says with a charming smile, but I detect a touch of awkwardness in her tone. “I suppose I’ll be on my way. Good night, everybody.”

She discreetly retreats into her apartment.

I immerse myself in the paperwork, signing the necessary documents to initiate the transfer of funds.

As soon as Jasmine is gone, I knock on Jess’s door.

It takes a while.

When she opens, there’s a flicker of hesitation—only a flicker. But it’s enough to give me pause. She has changed her mind. This isn’t the time to push her past her wishes, past that rule she set for herself. I sense what she’s thinking: there are many more things standing between us.

“Sean, I…” she whispers, then trails off.

“I know,” I stop her, stroking her chin. She doesn’t need to lay her cards on the table. The night took a turn she wasn’t ready for. “We won’t do anything until you’re sure about us,” I rasp against her ear, my voice low, tinged with a raw honesty. “Not until you’re sure about me.”

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