Page 15 of Thankful for My CEO

I didn’t know what to expect, and was about to tell him to fuck me already, when he slid his fingers between my legs, softly and rhythmically stroking every part of me.

Oh. This was a man who knew what he was doing.

I dropped to my elbows, already breathing heavier as his fingers quickened and focus right where it mattered most. If he kept up the friction like that, I was going to…

Then he withdrew his hand.

I heard the zip of his fly and I couldn’t help but turn my head back toward him. I watched as he pulled out his cock and stroked it a few times, his hand already slick from my wetness. He took out his wallet and took out a condom, tearing it open like he couldn’t move fast enough.

“Please,” I said. I had the feeling he’d like to hear me beg. “Please, Kit, now.”

I was right.

He gripped the bare skin of my hips firmly as he positioned himself. First, the slick sensation of him between my thighs. I pushed my hips further against him, helping him, guiding him, and then… he was inside of me.

Starting maddeningly slowly, he pushed deeper into me. Then, again. And again. The wooden conference table moved with me, supporting me, creaking just a little with each thrust.

He leaned down over me, kissed the side of my neck, pushed up my top and cupped as much as he could of my breast with one hand, teasing the nipple. “Touch yourself,” I heard him command. His breath tingled in my ear, making me shiver.

Eagerly, I complied, moving my hand to rub myself quickly while he thrusted. The request made sense. Time was of the essence here, and I had a feeling we’d have plenty of time to get to know each other’s bodies thoroughly in the future.

I moaned involuntarily as the pleasure built and built, every thrust nearly putting me over the edge. I had to stop touching myself as it became too much and instead gripped onto the table while he picked up the pace, reading my signs while I heard his own breathing quicken.

Another half-moan, half-gasp escaped my lips. “I’m gonna - keep going -”

“Stay quiet.” His teeth grazed my earlobe as the command left his lips.

I did my best, biting down on my lip as I came.

He tightened his grip around me, pulling my back against his chest while I trembled against him, the wave of pleasure enough to curl my toes. He let out a restrained moan as I felt him pulsing within me. We held onto each other, breathing hard.

His grip on me relaxed and I flipped over in his arms to face him. His breath was haggard and sweat beaded on his brow. I reached up to wipe it away.

“We’ll have to do this again,” I said, as we both reluctantly straightened and started making ourselves presentable. I saw his gaze linger on my breasts as I pulled my top down and fixed my skirt. “Not in a meeting room.”

He looked away from me and tossed the condom, as if breaking a trance.

“What?” He had a brooding look that told me he was thinking about something serious.

“I told you last night,” he said, softly. “Since the moment I saw you, I wanted you. And now… here we are.”

He took my head in his hands and kissed the top of my head. I stayed close to him, breathing in his spicy, caramel scent, not wanting this moment to end.

“I know. I had you all wrong,” I said. “If you couldn’t tell, I want you too.”

He took a step back, still keeping one hand lightly on my waist, and looked at me. His expression lightened.

“What do we do now?”

After how bossy he’d been while holding me down against that table, it surprised me to hear him leave it up to me.

“I mean, now I need to drive back to the Bay Area to let my mom know I’m alive and help her finish dinner.”

“Your mother,” he repeated. “Does she usually host Thanksgiving dinner?”

“Yeah, usually it’s me, my sister’s family, and her, but my sister is going to her in-laws this year for the first time. So it’ll just be us, thanks to the storm letting up. I was scared she’d be completely alone this year for a while there. What about you?”

“I’m flying to my family’s meal in New York. Seeing my father, and my younger brother, if he shows.”

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