Page 16 of Sexting Mr. CEO

"Still haven't Googled me, then?" I say, opening the back door for her.

She brushes her hand along my chest. "Did you forget what I said? I keep my word."

"That means I need to extract a promise from you to reenact some scenes with me..."

I slide into the car beside her, and the driver, separated by a partition, pulls away.

"That wouldn't take much convincing," she murmurs.

I place my hand on her knee, gliding up her thigh, pushing her dress aside to touch her bare, silky skin. She moans softly, glancing up at me, then gesturing toward the driver.

"I use this car for important business meetings," I explain. "The driver can't hear or see us unless we use the intercom. Some people in this business are extremely cautious."

"It's still probably not a good idea to get all excited before dinner," she whispers.

"I understand. Butnottouching you... it's like starving and finding a juicy burger and somehow resisting taking a bite."

She giggles. "I'm a burger, am I?"

"You'remyjuicy burger."

I lean down, gently bite her leg, then slowly trail kisses up her thigh. I push the fabric of her dress aside. She moans as I kiss closer to her center, but I stop when I'm mere centimeters away. I sit up, shuddering.

"Are you okay?" she pants, adjusting her dress.

"It's all fun and games until I catch the primal scent of your perfect pussy."

"Ascent?" she says, laughing.

"You heard me, and there's nothing funny about it," I say. "I caught a whiff of your gorgeous essence, and it awakened something within me. It made me want to tear off your clothes and bury myself inside you, take you deep and hard. Damn. I need to stop."

She runs her hand across her heaving chest as if desperate for contact. "Yeah, you really do..."

Soon, we arrive at the restaurant. "Remind me to behave up there."

"I'll try," she mutters quietly, as if unsure which of us needs the reminder more.

We ride the elevator up to the one hundred and sixth floor of the Stratosphere Tower together. Since we're alone, I can't resist wrapping my arms around her and kissing her neck, breathing in her scent.

"Good choice," I say.

She moans as I kiss her again. "Good... choice?"

"The perfume."

"I'm not wearing perfume."

"That's simply your natural scent?" I growl.

She shifts against me. "I guess so..."

When the elevator opens, I walk inside, nodding to the host, gently pressing Sera's lower back when she moves toward the line.

"Don't we have to wait?" she asks.

"Being a billionaire has certain benefits," I tell her.

She gasps. "Did you just say billionaire... with ab?"

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