Page 46 of Texting the CEO's Obsession
“Since the Halloween party,” he corrects me, his smirk widening.
The Halloween party? What is he… my mouth drops open in shock as realization slams into me.
The Halloween party?The one right after I got hired?
“I—that wasyou?”
He chuckles, sliding his fingers through my hair in a way that’s somehow both soothing and possessive. “Sorry for making you wait so long, Miss Morgan. I had to be sure you wanted this as much as I did before I took what belongs to me.”
His fingers tangle in my hair, tugging my head back before I can respond.
I tremble as he bends down, slow and measured, graceful like a predator when he fixes his lips to my throat. It’s more intense than anything I’ve ever felt before, the entire world narrowing down to the scratch of his stubble and the warm press of his mouth over my pounding pulse.
“Tell me what youwant, Riley.”
The unconcealed lust in his tone makes me shiver, my skin breaking out in goosebumps as he bullies his knees between my legs. The slit in my skirt bares one leg all the way to my hip, and Nick hums in approval as he drags his palm down the curve of my waist to trace the naked skin.
“It’s all up to you. Do you want this?” he asks, that calloused palm sliding up another torturous inch. “Do you wantme?”
My nails catch on the expensive fabric of his suit jacket as his thumb brushes the inside of my thigh, just below the hem of my panties. His eyes gleam with confidence and mirth, like he knows the answer already. Like he just wants to hear me beg for it.
“God,yes, Nick,” I moan, arching into his touch desperately, the years of pining crashing into me all at once. “More than anything. I need it.”
The noise he lets out is nothing short of animalistic, base, raw, andstarving, and it lights a fire low in my gut.
He slides his free hand beneath me and teases the zipper of my dress down slowly, kissing across the low neckline as I arch up to help him. The press of his knuckles against my spine and the way he lifts my hip up to give him enough room makes my head spin.
Nick’s mouth travels lower and lower once the zipper is free, allowing him to nudge the neckline of my dress down far enough to bare my breasts. He nips at the sensitive skin before swiping his tongue across my nipple, smirking at the gasp that tears from my throat.
“Be a good girl and ask for what you want,” he croons, low and amused. “I’ll give you everything you need if you just say please, Miss Morgan.”
He’s hardly touched me, his thumb still rubbing lazily back and forth in the crease of my hip, never dipping beneath the fabric of my panties.
It’s torture, and I can’t take it anymore. I want everything he’s offering me right now, and I’m going totakeit.
“Fuck, Nick,please,” I sob, wrapping my leg around his hips, pulling him in closer as need builds between my legs. “I need this, needyou. Please, I’ll do anything you want.”
Nick’s hand flies to my hip, pinning me against the bed even as he grinds the hard bulge of his cock against me.
“I already told you,” he growls into my ear, “promising a man like me anything is dangerous.”
“You don’t scare me,” I say breathlessly, watching with wide eyes as he pushes up to shove my dress above my hips as a grin lingers across his lips at the sight of the lacy black lingerie against my skin. “Haven’t I waited long enough?”
He huffs out a laugh, somewhere between disbelieving and adoring, as he leans up to ghost his lips over mine.
I melt into the kiss, dragging my nails across his scalp as he works me into a puddle with nothing but his mouth on mine. By the time he pulls back, I’m panting and glossy-eyed, so worked up I can hardly stand it.
He grins wickedly at the sight but doesn’t give me any time to catch my breath.
Long, thick fingers push my panties to the side, impatient and demanding even as he keeps his touches light and playful. I choke on a gasp, my legs falling open instinctively, begging for more as I grind up into his touch.
“So wet for me already?” he asks, his fingertips dragging through the mess between my thighs. “I’ve hardly even touched you yet, Princess. I had no idea you were thiseasy.”
He says it like he’s thrilled that my body responds so readily to his touch. I whimper when he leans down for another kiss, grinning against my mouth as he rolls his thumb over my clit.
“More.” It’s more than a plea but less than a demand, a breathless gasp of a word against his lips. “Nick.”
He doesn’t make me wait, nipping my bottom lip in approval. He slides two fingers inside me, forcing me open around his knuckles and causing a soft moan of pain and pleasure to escape me as he crooks his fingertip up to rub the sweet spot inside me.
