Page 34 of Under Your Scars
I let him go immediately. “I’m sorry.”
He shakes his head and grabs my cheeks again. “It was nothing. I’m just sore from a workout,” he quickly says, not missing another beat before crushing his lips to mine again in a hungry and ferocious kiss before finally confessing. “I rented the suite because I wanted to kiss you again, and I couldn’t wait until tomorrow.”
“You paid fifty grand to kiss me,” I repeat breathlessly, less of a question and more in a statement of disbelief.
Silence fills the air between us for a heartbeat, and then the next whispered sentence out of his mouth is so sinful it makes my core ache with desire.
“I’d pay even more to touch you.”
His warm hand cups my pussy and any reservations about him being my boss crumble to dust. “I want to touch you here.” I whimper when his fingers leave my achy cunt to squeeze my ass. “And here.” He pulls my shirt over my head and then pulls down my bra, so my breasts are spilling out over the top. “And here. And everywhere in between.”
A shaky moan escapes my lips when his hot mouth licks up my chest, from my sternum to my pulse point, where he nips and sucks until I’m sure there will be a bruise in the morning. I feel the heaviness of him between my legs, begging to be free of his slacks.
Playing along with him, I ask, “How much would you pay?”
“Name your price.”
There’s a lust in his eyes that won’t be easily extinguished, and a sharp jolt of power zaps up my spine. I take a quick second to think of the most outlandish thing I can conjure up, and I smile wickedly.
“Yacht.”
A feral growl emanates from deep in his throat and his hot hands feel up my bare back and unhook my bra, tossing the fabric to the side.
“Done.”
In half a second, my panties are ripped to shreds, the elastic snapping against my thigh as he tears them off me and his fingers expertly stroke the skin near my center, yet not close enough. I don’t care that he’s the CEO and I don’t care that this is only going to complicate things further, and I don’t care that I’m going to be alone in dealing with the aftermath when it all goes wrong.
All I care about are his fingers and his mouth and the hard length of him straining against his pants. I throw my head back and let out a breathy moan that only urges him on. He sticks his sinful middle finger in my mouth, silently telling me to get it wet for him, and I do as we make eye contact that has him burning a hole in my resolve and my self-control. I grind down onto his lap, just knowing I’m leaving wet spots of my arousal all over the front of his pants. He uses his free hand to hold my hips still.
“Beg for it, Elena.”
My eyes snap open and I look at him with defiance. “That costs extra.”
He chuckles darkly, and I know I’m utterly fucked. He ghosts over my clit with his middle finger, slick with my saliva, and I moan again. His free hand goes to my jaw and grips me tight, pushing my cheeks together with his thick fingers that I’m dying to feel inside me. “I’ve got all the money in the world. Nowbeg.”
He can’t make this easy, can he?But God, if it doesn’t light me right up and set my center on fire as I think about the thousand different dirty things he might say to me when he plunges his fingers inside me and sees how absolutely drenched I am when he hasn’t eventouchedmeyet.
Swallowing the remains of my stubborn pride, I soften my face and flutter my thick lashes. I make sure I look pleading, simpering, and whiny, and I raise my voice an octave higher. “Please make me cum. I want to feel your fingers inside me. I want you to ruin me, Mr. Reeves.”
He chuckles like a goddamn maniac. “Fuck, Elena, don’t worry. I’m going to do that and so much more.”
He plunges two of his thick fingers inside me, and the sound that escapes my throat is so obscene that I don’t think the soundproof barriers of these suites are hiding it. I twist my fingers in his hair and pull as he pumps his fingers in and out of me at a brutal pace. I can feel myself dripping down my thighs and all over his hands and pants. When those sinful things curl inside me and press down on that sweet spot, I come undone. I cum so hard I can practically see stars. I convulse with his fingers still deep inside me, still pumping, pulling sweet aftershocks from my needy hole. I lightly graze my teeth over the side of his neck and whimper softly when he removes his fingers from me.
The space between my thighs is hot and sticky in the most delicious way. With a content sigh, I lean back, only for my mouth to fall open in horror when I see the mess I made all over his lap and abdomen.
“Did I—”
“Yes,” he breathes, his cheeks flushed a dark shade of red and his light blue eyes gone sharklike with lust. “Fuck yesyou did. I want you to do it again when I fuck you with my tongue.”
He flips me onto my back, pulling off my skirt so that I’m completely bare to him while he’s still fully dressed, his clothes soaked with my release. My cheeks heat with embarrassment. I’ve never done that before, and he pulled it out of me so easily you’d think I was trained to squirt on command.
Judging by the tent in his pants, he loved it.
My center tingles with anticipation as he begins to slowly kiss down my body. My skin erupts into goosebumps and I lick my lips when I look down to see him staring at the space between my legs.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
He admires me like my pussy is the finest work of art he’s ever seen. He licks his middle finger, still damp with my release, and slowly pushes it into me again.
