Page 123 of Falling for the CEO

To my surprise, he got rid of his pants too. He stood in front of me in his boxers. Suddenly, I wondered what lingerie I'd chosen this morning. I hadn't cared one bit.Mental note: never choose your underwear before you have coffee again, Penny.

"Tell me what's on your mind. I can feel you overthinking."

I laughed nervously.

"Whatever it is, I want to know."

I felt completely silly as I said, "I think I've got very unsexy underwear on."

"I don't give a crap what you're wearing. You're the most beautiful woman to me. Always will be."

I licked my lip as he undid the zipper of my dress. It fell to the floor. I risked a glance downward. Okay, it wasn't too bad—a simple cotton bra. At least it wasn't a sports bra.

"Stop overthinking it. I told you: you’re beautiful to me no matter what you wear."

I felt more vulnerable than usual, standing like this in front of him. He took my hand, pulling me closer. He kissed down my collarbone and drew a line between my breast and my navel. I looked down at him to see his eyes were dark. And I wassoturned on.

With a wry smile, he straightened up and grabbed my ass. "Put your hands on my shoulders to steady yourself."

"For what?"

"Going to lift you up onto the kitchen island. I want to feast on you, Penny—right here."

I didn't think that was possible, but I got evenmoreturned on than before. Anticipation pulsed through me. He pushed my panties down right before lifting me up and placing me on the counter. My panties hung between my thighs.

"Fuck, you're already wet," he said.

I swallowed hard, nodding. He drew my panties down my thighs, past my knees and then my ankles. Then he parted my legs as wide as possible. He reached behind my back, undoing my bra too. I threw it next to us on the kitchen counter. I shoved something off the kitchen island.

A loud bang startled me. "What was that?" I asked.

"I don't care."

"Spencer! Your phone fell to the floor."

"I fucking don't care. All I want is you."

He pulled my lower lip into his mouth, then kissed down my jaw and my neck. I spread my fingers wide on the counter, bracing myself. He moved in a straight line even farther down below my navel, looking up at me as he brushed my clit. I shivered. My right leg bounced lightly off the counter from a spasm as pleasure ricocheted through my body.

I gasped.

“You’re always ready. Always on edge."

He straightened up, bringing his right hand between my thighs. He moved his thumb from my clit down to my entrance, sliding it inside.

I squeezed my eyes closed, pressing my lips together. I couldn't believe how much I craved him already. "Please. I need more.”

“I’ll give you everything you need. I promise."

He kissed my shoulder. He teased me relentlessly, moving his thumb from inside me up to my clit and then down again. Pleasure built up in my body. I surrendered completely to him. As if in a dream, I felt him push me onto my back, and I moved my hands backwards, giving him access to my body. I gasped when he cupped my ass cheeks and pulled my lower body closer to the edge of the counter. I moaned when I felt the tip of his cock rub at my entrance.

I hadn't expected it, as I sat high enough on the counter that he barely could reach me. But even the light brush of the velvety skin against my center was almost too much to bear.

I blinked my eyes open and nearly came at the sight of him. He'd only pushed his boxers down a few inches to free himself—that was how desperate he was for me. He moved his hips back and forth, lightly rubbing the length of his erection against my opening. I felt like I was about to explode already.

"I need you inside me," I whispered. I was begging, and I wasn't ashamed. I didn't want to let shame keep me from what I wanted: him.

"Penny, I'm dying to be inside of you, but not yet." His nostrils flared. He stopped moving, glancing around the room.

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