Page 100 of Loving the CEO

"Hmm... I'm not even sure how I’ll ever be able to sit at this desk and do any kind of work."

I straightened up and so did she, but we didn't move from our spots. Instead, she simply laid her head against my chest. "Maybe I should buy another desk for the living room, and this can be our sexy-time table."

I growled in her ear. "Babe, just so you know, we'll christen every piece of furniture you buy sooner rather than later. I want you everywhere."

"I could get on board with that," she said lazily before adding, "We should clean up."

"Yeah," I agreed. "Let's go."

We walked slowly toward her bathroom. Like everything else in this apartment, it was small. But the shower was a decent size, and we could both cram in. I could, of course, just let her shower first, but the truth was, I still needed to feel close to her, so I opened it, turned on the water, and then started to apply shower gel everywhere on her body.

"Oh, you're my pool boy, too, now, huh?"

"What?" I asked with a laugh.

"Wait, no, that's not the right word. Is it beach boy? There’s a name for hot guys rubbing you with tanning oil in movies or something, right?"

"No one else will put their hands on you," I growled. "No one but me."

She looked over her shoulders, eyes wide. "Easy there. I was talking about fictional men. Never mind," she said, taking in my expression. She grinned.

"Tory, I mean it."

She swallowed hard. "I don't want anyone else but you."

Yes. Fuck yes.I hadn't realized how much I needed to hear that from her.

"You're all I want," I said in her ear. "You're all I ever wanted, but now I'm lucky enough to have you, so I'm going to keep you happy."

"With orgasms, huh?"

"Hell yes."

After we finished showering, we went back to the living room, and she looked at me with a huge smile. "You fit here. I didn’t expect it.”

"What? That doesn't make sense."

"Oh, I know. It's just that... I don't know. You have that huge house, and this place is... well, just the opposite, I guess."

"I like spending time with you, Tory. It doesn't matter if it's at my place or yours."

She batted her eyelashes at me. "Can I convince you to sleep here?"

I threw my head back, laughing. "You got it. You didn't really think I was going, right?"

She shrugged. "I wouldn't blame you. Your bed is much comfier."

I put my arms around her, liking the way her breasts pushed out of the towel she'd wrapped around herself.

"Tonight feels a bit like a dream," she murmured, looking at me carefully. "I didn't expect any of this to happen." She seemed more vulnerable than I'd seen her since the wedding day.

Something passed between us. I touched her jaw before pushing a strand of wet hair behind her ear. Usually, I didn't even know what to say in delicate situations. But somehow it felt easy to say, "It's the same for me."

"Really?"

"I organized a picnic, didn’t I?"

"Yes, and it was amazing." She jumped into my arms, pressing her mouth against mine.

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