Page 48 of Serving the CEO

I shoved my hand into her hair, tugged tight, and groaned as she opened for me. She tasted like chocolate and the cocktails she’d sipped on all day. Fucking sex and sunshine.

“Where’s the parking garage?”

Twenty minutes later, inside her apartment, she locked the door, and I let her come to me, so I wouldn’t be tempted to shove her against the door and fuck her right there. If I didn’t get this right tonight, I knew she’d never risk it again.

“Do you want a drink?” she asked quietly.

“No. I want you.”

She blushed but took my hand and led me deeper into the small apartment. Her bedroom was neat, organized, and feminine without being fussy. I stood there and realized I hadn’t been in a woman’s bedroom in years. I either took dates home, or we used a hotel or a private room at the club. But I didn’t go home with women.

“I need a minute,” Jessica said shyly.

She grabbed something from the top drawer of her dresser and slipped across the hall into what I assumed was the bathroom. The door closed and I heard water turn on, then off again. I picked up a picture of Jessica with her parents—her college graduation photo. They looked insanely proud of her, all three smiling and happy. I put it back on the dresser, facedown. The idea of her parents’ faces being right there while we fucked just made me feel weird.

When I heard a sound, I turned and saw her in the doorway. My blood drained south, rushing to pool in my groin at the sight of her. The pale purple silk made her sun-kissed skin look even warmer and softer. Her nipples stabbed into the material, hard and tight.

I reached for the hem of my t-shirt, stripped it off, kicked off my shoes, and dealt with my socks, all while still staring at her.

Her cheeks burned pinker with every second.

“Come here,” I said softly.

She did so, moving slowly. I took the box of condoms from her. She’d either been planning for this or she was just well-prepared. Opening it, I tore one off, put both on the small nightstand, then pulled her toward me as I sat on the edge of the bed.

“I’ll get tested Monday,” I said. “I do it routinely, but you’ll feel better…and I’d rather not wear condoms all the time.”

She jerked her head in a nod. “I take birth control, but until you get screened…I’ll get one, too.”

“Good.” Tugging her onto my lap and guiding her legs until she straddled me, I cupped her ass in one hand and curved the other around her neck. “Kiss me.”

She lowered her head and brushed her lips over mine, once…twice…

On the third delicate caress, I growled and took control, thrusting my tongue past her lips and into her mouth. She tensed, then opened with a soft moan. My hands gripped the warm, taut curve of her ass more firmly, and I kneaded the flesh, guiding her until she was rocking against me.

Broken moans came from her throat, and I stole them away, tucking them aside to recall later, along with the feel of her skin, silky soft against me.

I tore my mouth from hers and kissed a path to her ear. “Your pussy is already wet for me, isn’t it?”

She pressed her face into my neck, and I felt the hot burn of her cheeks as she nodded. I didn’t let her embarrassment stop me from tugging her up to face me.

“I can skip the kinky sex, but I doubt I can avoid talking and telling you what I’m thinking, Jess,” I said. “I want you too much. Will that be a problem?”

Her eyes went wide and hazy, and she shook her head. “Nuh…no.”

“Good.” Securing her against me with an arm around her waist, I rose, then turned and placed her on the bed, stretching out next to her. “These tits have driven me crazy all day.”

I teased her nipples through the silk, cupping one breast, then the other, before easing the skinny straps of her nightgown off her shoulders. I tugged until I could free her breasts, the pale purple silk bunched beneath. Her mouth parted with a gasp as I took one swollen nipple into my mouth.

As she shuddered and pushed against me, I slid my hand between her thighs and cupped her pussy.

“Derrick!”

Scoring her nipple with my teeth, I parted her folds with my fingers and found her as wet as I’d hoped. Her clit was already swollen, a hard little knot I easily found with my fingertip. One stroke had her shoving her hips upward with a strangled moan.

“Shh…” I murmured, dipping my finger into her cunt. “There’s no rush.”

I wanted to taste her, take my time. Savor every second.

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