Page 55 of Texting the CEO's Obsession
She looks down at me frantically, lashes fluttering in bliss as I slide my tongue over her clit in a harsh, hungry roll that has her thighs clamping down around my head. Her hand falls away from her face to slide through my hair, clutching at the strands as if she’s holding on for dear life.
“Fuck, Nick,” she whispers breathlessly. “I’m so close.”
I smirk and make sure her eyes are on me as I pull back just far enough to speak.
“Come for me, Princess.”
It’s not permission; it’s ademand.
I duck back down and lave my tongue over her clit just in time for her to clench down on my fingers. She cries out but manages to cut herself off before she gets loud enough to attract any attention. I moan against her as I work her through it, crooking my fingers inside of her and drawing out her orgasm until she’s shivering and trying weakly to push me away.
I make her suffer through another few moments of overstimulation before pulling back and licking my lips. Shewatches the movement like she’s hypnotized, and the way her core clenches around my fingers almost breaks my resolve.
“Fuck,” she says on an exhale, giggling softly.
I smirk at her as I pull my fingers free and hold them up to the light, showing off the wetness glistening on them. “Later, Miss Morgan.”
Whatever response she might have offered is cut off when I reach up and slip my fingers into her mouth. She offers no resistance, although her hazel eyes blow wide in surprise. Her tongue twines between my fingers after a moment of hesitation, and her lashes flutter and close into an expression of bliss as she cleans me off.
“Good girl,” I croon, pulling my fingers free.
I sit back down in the rolling chair at the head of the table, admiring the view of her spread out in front of me. Fuck, if I could run meetings with a view like this…
She looks down at the tent in my slacks and slides off the table to her knees, crawling between my spread legs and sliding her palms up my thighs teasingly.
“Can I?” she asks sweetly, pressing one hand down over the bulge of my hard cock. “Let me make you feel good, sir. Please?”
Fucking hell.
I allow myself a few moments to savor the sight of her between my legs, looking up at me with that sweet little smile even with her skirt hiked up over her hips and the flush of her orgasm still staining her cheeks red. Regretfully, I pull her hand away from my cock and shake my head.
“As cute as you look, being bold and begging for my cock, I’ve still got meetings, Princess.” Although the temptation to clear my schedule grows stronger by the second. “Andyoustill have work to finish so I can convince you to come home with me tonight.”
She chuckles at the thinly veiled demand and leans up to straighten my tie. I let her steal a kiss, savoring the quiet moan when she tastes herself on my tongue.
“Get dressed,” I growl, pulling away. “Before you get us both in trouble.”
She pouts at me but reaches down to situate her skirt before she notices something is missing.
“My—where are my panties?” she asks, looking around the room.
I grin at her, leaning back in the chair as I pat my pocket.
“Safe and sound with me,” I say easily. “You don’t need them.”
“But I’m atwork,” she says, scandalized.
I arch a brow, looking down at her with a smug twist of my lips. “Unless there’s someone else looking up your skirt, I hardly see how anyone will notice. You don’t need them.”
Her face goes bright red, but she bites her lip and doesn’t argue with me.
“Yes, sir,” she whispers.
God, I’m going to die if she keeps being this good. Or maybe I’m already in heaven.
“Good girl.”
She stands up and tugs her skirt back into place, shivering at the way I watch every movement hungrily. As soon as she’s decent, I tug her back down for one last kiss, savoring the way she melts right into me.
