Page 75 of Loving the CEO

She looked up in surprise. "Leo, you mean that?"

"Fuck yes, I do." It was something very personal to share, but I wanted her to know. I didn't want to lie.

"I don't understand. What do you mean, you've wanted me for years?"

"I’ve fantasized about making you mine since the first time we met.”

She gasped. "But you've never even hit on me... right?" She bit the inside of her cheek. "Did I totally miss the signs?”

"No, I never did," I confirmed. "But you’ve always wanted different things than I do. I figured staying friends was smarter.”

"That's true." A devilish smile appeared on her face. "But I'm starting to think that your way has some merits."

"Meaning?" I laughed, not at all minding that she was climbing into my lap, her breasts right in front of my face.

I pulled her nipple into my mouth. She gasped before sitting on my thighs.

"Sex is fun," she whispered. “Being casual has its perks. I think... it’s what I need right now.”

Yes! Fuck yes!This was music to my ears.

“I’m here to oblige.”

She rolled her pelvis forward and then gasped, looking between us. I was semihard again.

"Oh, and it looks like sex is on the table again.”

"Yes, it fucking is."

***

Tory wasn't in bed with me the next morning. I wondered if she'd gone back to her room in the middle of the night, but then I thought I’d heard her speaking softly. She was probably downstairs.

I looked at the clock on my phone. Fucking hell, no wonder—it was already 9:00 a.m. I rarely slept past eight o’clock during the week. Then again, we'd only gone to sleep a few hours ago. Last night had been fucking incredible.

I put on boxers and headed downstairs.

"Oh, here he is," Tory said into the phone. She was sitting on the kitchen counter. "I've got to go." She immediately hung up, putting the phone down.

"Who was that?"

"Um, Debbie," she said.

"Tory, why are you blushing?"

"No reason."

"Tell me."

"It was just girl talk."

"About me?" I asked slyly.

She pointed at my face. "Where did that smug smile come from?"

I shrugged. "I'm just putting two and two together. You were talking to your best friend. Girl talk. You're blushing. Obviously, you're bragging about our night, Tory."

"Well, yeah... She texted me to ask if everything went okay, and I spilled the beans."

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