Page 30 of Handling the CEO

But I don’t stop, pulling my woman to me, holding her up with my arms and starting thrusting from below as I gently bite her shoulder, marking her as mine again.

“Again!” I command and put my middle finger on her lips. She knows what I want and opens up and starts ravishing my digit with her tongue as she would my cock, taking it deep in her mouth as my dick pounds into her.

When I think it is wet enough, I put my hand back against her ass and use the other hand to open her up, and then start massaging her other entrance with my digit.

“Oh, fuck, put it in, please, I am so close,” she pleads with me, the begging I was looking for finally here. I oblige, slipping it slowly all the way into her ring, feeling her filled and tightening against me. DJ kisses me again in desperation, grazing my back with her nails, as her hard nipples slide against my chest, sweat, heat, and need between us.

I move my finger and cock in and out of her no more than a few times when she shatters, my orgasm surging as well and we come together rutting like animals in the dark, my finger in her ass, her marks on my skin, my teeth imprint on hers.

“I sure hope there were no cameras here,” I manage to verbalize after a few minutes of just breathing, trying to return to this plane of existence.

“Ha! No way, the first thing I did was disable them as I don’t need people recording me while I work,” she confirms and kisses me briefly before getting up and going to clean up in the bathroom.

I stare at the barely visible popcorn ceiling for one minute, then manage to get up and find the restroom as DJ exits, and I drag her in for a proper kiss before I go in myself.

“Shit, that was tonight? Uh, got a bit distracted,” is what I hear returning to the IT area to put my clothes back on. My woman struggling to get her zipper up while holding her phone is pretty amusing as well.

“Indeed, I got a good dicking, Lau,” she rolls her eyes at me when I chuckle and mouths ‘my sister’ as I help her get dressed. “See you in about an hour. Yes, sorry again I am late. I will deliver coffee to you all next week. Yes, the expensive one. OK, keep your legs closed. I will be there in a bit and then you too can get laid.Hasta luego, hermana!”

“So, based on overhearing half the conversation, your sister is… not a nun?”

“I’ll let her know you said that. Let’s see if you enjoy getting punched in the balls.” She smirks at me, but what this tells me is that she talked about me with her family.

“How about instead, you tell me when I can take you out on an actual date?” I ask, holding her in my arms, and kissing her neck.

“Actual date? But we already ran from angry reporters, had some family drama—while saving wildlife—, and had a mini sex marathon in between playing video games and solving the ‘Mystery of the Hidden Fax’. I think you are doing pretty good. But, if you insist, I will look to see if I can find some free slots in my calendar for you,” DJ says as she licks my lips, looking at me all mischievously.

“I do insist! We must promote our mini sex marathon to a full-on sex marathon,” I counter, and she giggles against my t-shirt, which makes me embrace her even harder until she squeaks.

What hits me like a sack of bricks is how much I enjoy making this woman laugh. Having my arms around her. The feel of her hair against my skin, her coconut smell surrounding me. Listening to her clever retorts. To think I lost an entire week of her!

“But not tomorrow, I already have a date,” she drops casually and I still, an unexpected chill going down my spine.

But quickly, my ass gets grabbed and a sultry voice in my ear, “Relax caveman—it’s with a dashing ten-year-old swindler who is cashing in on his first Disney token. So, listening to bad rap from people named ‘lil’ something, on a few hours’ drive one way in Florida traffic—with a little boy who may or may not admit to being car sick. All that, followed by a full day running from ride to ride in the sun and heat is most definitely my first choice versus a date with a funny and hot owner of a giant phallus.”

As a consequence, this is how Dahlia Jara found herself flat on her back, getting tickled.

“Ah Avril, you asked for this, and you know it,” I announce over the sound of her squeals. “Someone is in a jesting mood. Let’s see how entertaining you think you are after a few minutes of this…”

“I yield! I yield!” she shrieks after a bit, and no sweeter words have been uttered.

I let her up to catch her breath—her face is all red from all the laughing as she fake smacks my side.

“Jackass!” DJ hisses at me but I know she isn’t angry with me, as she is showcasing her smirk. “Fine, I will go out with you if you’re asking so nicely.”

“I think I should probably book a boxing session with my trainer as I just felt a mosquito bite on just now.”

“If you drag me anywhere near a gym, mister, you will lose more than your balls. I will leave the six-packing to you while I do... literally anything but.”

“Anythingbutt?” gains me a harder slap and a shake of the head.

“OK, Jon,” she continues with a condescending pat, “you think of a date which does not conclude in your untimely death. While my sister searches for her ‘catch of the night’, I need to babysit.”

“Keep Tuesday evening open if I were you,” I decide for her. I thought she would have gone for the boxing, but a few more ideas pop into my mind—hopefully all of them ending with her under me. Or on top, I’m not picky. “I’ll give you a lift to your house or where you left your car.” I get the door for her.

“Home would be great, thank you. Let’s put that sheet back on the fax before we go, though. I will come in early Monday to set up the cameras.”

As we exit, I automatically take her hand in mine, making our way back to the parking lot together, feeling like the most normal thing in the world.

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