Page 28 of Sexting Mr. CEO

"I need to see you in that lingerie," he growls. "I need to see every damn inch of you."

"Good things come to those who wait," I tease, stepping back before wriggling out of my pants.

He bites down, his jaw clenching, his temple pulsing. The tension radiating through him is palpable. I feel more beautiful than ever before, sexier, more desired.

Arching my back, I trail my hand between my breasts, toward my sex. "Your turn, Luke..."

He grins. "Disappointment awaits you. I'm not wearing any lingerie."

His rapt attention bolsters my confidence. If this has an expiration date, I can't afford to wait or doubt. So, what if my past sexual experiences were unpleasant? This will be memorable.

I step forward, grab his shirt, and pull so roughly that several buttons pop. "It's like that, hmm?"

He tears his shirt off, revealing his chiseled physique. A groan escapes his lips as he leans down to kiss my breasts. A delicious tingling spreads through me as his left hand glides up my leg while his right simultaneously pulls down my bra to expose my nipples. He presses his palm against my clit, rubbing firmly, increasing his pace gradually.

I grind my hips against him.

"Wait," he says, gasping. "I hope you don't think I've forgotten about your gift."

He reaches under the seat, retrieving a bag. He removes a vibrator from it.

"I googled the quote you saved," he says. "I found the book it was from. I also researched the most famous scene."

My body flushes with heat. Each word pushes me closer to the edge.

"You did, huh?"

"The most famous scene is the hero teasing the heroine with a vibrator, bringing her closer and closer to an orgasm... but not letting her finish. Because Sparkplug – and I agree here – when you come,it's going to be on my dick."

He reaches for my lingerie and pulls down my underwear, leaving me in only my stockings and bra.

"Turn around and bend over for me," he snarls. "Just like in the book."

This is a literal dream come true, something I never imagined would happen in reality. But I've fantasized about it, wondered what it would be like...

With him behind me, sexual tension vibrates in the air. My skin feels hypersensitive. He turns on the vibrator, its whirring filling the small confines of the helicopter.

"Remember what I said," he rasps in my ear. "We're in the book now; you let your pussy get juicy and soaked for me, you let the pleasure buildjustenough, but you don't come anywhere but on my cock. Understand?"

I can barely speak, my bookish fantasies springing to life with breathtaking intensity.

He smooths his hand up my inner thigh, palming my sex, rubbing it so that more tingles cascade through me.

"Do you understand, Sparkplug?"

"Yuh-yes," I whimper.

"Good."

Slowly, he brings the vibrator to my core, taking his time, making me wait.

All I can do is prepare... and hope I don't wake up with my book on my face, realizing I've fallen asleep and none of this is actually happening.

Fantasy and reality are merging, transforming into something better than either alone.

Chapter Ten

Luke

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