Page 15 of Followed By the CEO

Sensing my unease, Hayden sweeps one thumb over my clit. My whole body jerks. I bite my bottom lip to stifle the moan that’s bursting to come out.

With his free hand, he circles one arm around my neck and covers my mouth, stifling the noises from me, amping up my arousal tenfold.

“That’s it. Come all over my hand like a good girl, Mills.”

How did he know I would like that?

I’ll have to ask him afterward. If there is an afterward.

What am I saying? Of course there won’t be an afterward. We’re two completely different people. I don’t have feelings for him, and he’s just enjoying the chase.

It’s right there in the name of his company. Conquest. That’s all I am to him, I’m sure of it.

And yet the way his wicked thumb works over my throbbing clit makes me want to sing.

“Hayden,” I breathe into his rough hand.

“Hush, baby girl. You don’t want them to hear you.”

One thick finger sinks into me, massaging my inner walls, driving me insane.

This is so fast and easy. My release is barreling toward me fast.

Hayden dips his head and nuzzles one of my nipples through the fabric of the useless bra that’s doing nothing to hide my nakedness. He licks on it, wetting the material and scraping his teeth over it. The movements of his hands and his mouth combine to set me off, and I come hard.

My pussy clenches around his exploring finger as I squeak out my release. He removes his hand and swallows my cries with his mouth on mine. “Such a good girl,” he praises me.

His dominating words, his complete control, somehow wring out more of my release, my body tensing and releasing involuntarily.

I’ve never felt so hot. So wanted. So fucking desirable.

I watch in awe as Hayden quickly licks my essence from his thumb and finger, then shares my taste with me with a hungry, messy kiss.

In my ear, he whispers, “Do it.”

A small intake of breath follows, and then I whisper. “Do what?”

“You know what. Put it in.”

My cheeks heat. “Are you sure?”

“Do you want to watch me come or do you want me to walk out of here in agony and jerk off at home after an hour on the freeway?”

“Um.”

“Put. It. In.”

“I’ve never done this before,” I admit, refusing to add that I’ve always wanted to.

“Think of it this way; it would be a waste of lube if you didn’t.”

He has a point.

I must be out of my mind because no sooner do I hesitate than Hayden adjusts himself on the bed, showing me his ass while lying on his side looking like a damn Roman statue.

Whoa.

It’s even better naked. His perfect, rounded cheeks beg to be squeezed and teased. A pair of alluring hip dimples point the way to the crevice down below.

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