Page 14 of Thankful for My CEO

Chapter 7

“Excuse me,” he said, his tone even and measured. He stepped to the side as if to let me pass without another word.

“I need to talk to you,” I said, somewhat breathless. I tried not to think and just do what my heart was telling me to do.

He raised an eyebrow, looked at his watch, then at the front entrance. “My driver is waiting for me,” he said, but he didn’t move.

I couldn’t let this go on any longer. I needed him -now -but where the hell were we supposed to go? At this point, neither of us had our room keys anymore.

Then it hit me.

I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the dining room. He pulled his hand away but continued to follow me. I couldn’t quite read his expression.

I better be doing the right thing.

Mrs. Taylor was gathering her book and her mug, heading back toward the front desk. She gave us a look but kept walking. I’m sure she was off to tell someone about what she’d seen.

I led him into the meeting room where we’d had our “pitch” meeting just the morning before.

Instead of trying to put everything I was feeling into words, I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him.

I don’t care if work finds out, the kiss said.

I forgive you for yesterday,the kiss said.

I need you, the kiss said.

He gave me the only answer I needed by returning the kiss, deeply, urgently. The careful, controlled demeanor was gone. He gripped me so tightly against him I knew I could literally collapse into his arms and he would still hold me up.

I pulled away to take a breath. And…

I turned to lock the door behind us.

Instead of his customary single eyebrow, both raised in surprise.

“Are we -” he asked.

“Yes. Please,” I breathed. “I know you don’t have long,” I added. “But I want… We should…”

“I don’t,” he muttered, cutting me off. “I was supposed to meet my driver five minutes ago.”

But as he talked, he took a step closer to me and ran his hands from my shoulders, my waist, my hips, where they lingered. He gripped my soft curves just a little rougher than I expected and pulled me back against him. I could feel his hardness against me.

My heart leapt.

This was really happening.

And it couldn’t happen fast enough.

I pressed my hips against his, already burning for him. Our lips met again. I moved my hand to his chest and felt my way down his firm abs, finally getting to explore the dips and curve of that chiseled “V” with my own fingertips. I traced the lines of muscle downward to his waistband, then finding the space between the fabric of his slacks and his boxers. I caressed the full length of his cock that already strained against his boxers. He groaned.

“Turn around,” he ordered.

The words set the butterflies in my stomach aflame. No one had ever talked to me like that before. I wanted more.

I complied, hands on the meeting table and my back toward him.

He pulled down my jeans, revealing my bare ass. No panties, because I hadn’t had any new ones to change into.

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