Page 9 of Sexting Mr. CEO

Soon, we’re riding the elevator up to my hotel room. He has his arm wrapped around me, his body pressed against mine. I am aware of how hard he is pressing against my backside. Neither of us acknowledges it, but we can’t ignore it.

He groans when I lean back against him, shifting my hips slightly. When the elevator doors open, I walk ahead of him. Without turning, I feel his gaze on me. This trip is turning into a freaking magical experience.

“Sorry it’s not a suite,” I tease as I walk over to the desk in the corner.

He sits on the bed. “I like it – it’s more intimate than my room.” He leans over and picks up the paperback from the bedside table. “Is this one ofthosebooks?” He glances at the cover. “Talk about unfair beauty standards for men. This guy’s ripped.”

I laugh. “And you’re not too bad yourself…”

“I wear a muscle suit under my clothes,” he deadpans.

Another laugh. He says the silliest things. “Sure you do…”

“No, seriously. It helps in business meetings.”

I fold my arms. “What if I ask you to prove it, huh?”

He flips open the book, reading, and then looks up at me with a wicked grin. “This is absolute filth.”

“Yes,” I say, meeting his eye, “it is. And I’m not ashamed of it.”

“Good. You shouldn’t be. Wait – I’m supposed to be proving something, aren’t I?”

“Yeah, Mr. Muscle Suit, you are.”

He chuckles, tossing the book aside. “I’m a businessman, Sparkplug. I’ll need something in return.”

“What, you want me to strip? Why the heck would I do that? I’m pretty sure most peopledon’twant to look like me.”

He leans forward, seething, looking suddenly pissed. “Don’t say things like that. Don’t talk badly about your appearance. You’re the most beautiful, sexiest woman in this whole damn city, and your curves are a big part of that. Don’t for a second consider otherwise.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere…”

“I like to laugh too, Sera, but there’s nothing funny about this. I’m deadly serious. Your body is perfect.”

“Speaking of bodies…”

He smirks. “You first.”

Chapter Four

Luke

The world seems bright and full of color, but it has nothing to do with the champagne. I’m drunk on Sera, her heat, that expression in her eyes: half confident, half withdrawn. When I tell her she needs to show me her delectable body first, her eyebrow shoots up in that tempting, sassy way.

“That wasn’t the deal,” she says. “Youneed to prove you’re not wearing a muscle suit, remember?”

I shrug, standing up. She keeps her eyes fixed on me, as if unable to look away. My body vibrating with excitement, with hunger. She bites her lip as I unbutton my shirt.

When I slip it off, she looks up and down my body, her chest rising and falling in quick succession as she grows excited.

“Now, your turn,” I groan, walking over to her and reaching down, taking her hands and pulling her to her feet. “Wait a sec – I remember from that excerpt. You want your man to take control.”

She gasps as I spin her around, pushing my body against hers, getting the angle just right so that my imprisoned rock-hardcock presses against her perfect curviness. She grinds against me as I reach around to her front and begin unbuttoning her shirt.

“You’re fucking perfect,” I growl against her ear. “You make me feel like I’m going to explode.”

“Oh, Luke…” she whimpers.

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