Page 36 of Flirting with the CEO

"Colton," she murmured.

I traced her neck with my mouth, up to her jaw, and then I straightened up, taking her in. Her eyes were shut tightly. Her breath was shaky, and so was her body.

Slowly, she opened her eyes, looking up at me.

"I want you, Zoey. So damn much."

"I want you too."

Completely forgetting where we were, I kissed her so hard that she stumbled. Walking her backward until I reached the nearest pole, I pressed her against the metal, and we kissed and kissed until she moaned against my mouth.

She put her hands on my chest, and for a split second, I thought she was going to curl her hands around my neck. Then I felt a tug at my buttons.

Fuck me! She wants to take off my clothes.

I only vaguely registered that we were at the ring. This wasn't the right time, and it sure as hell wasn't the right place. But none of that mattered.

She moved her hand farther down and placed it on my belt buckle. I stilled. My cock twitched as a groan tore through my chest.

"Zoey, you keep tugging at that and you'll see me lose control."

"Yes, yes. I want you so much."

Need took over at her words, instinct overpowering rational thought. Tonight, I was going to make her mine.

I steeled myself, touching her cheek with the back of my hand.

"Are you sure?" I managed to get out. I didn't want her to regret it.

"Yes." She nodded. "Do you have condoms?"

I nodded before devouring her again. This time, I turned her around. She held the post with both hands as I pushed her hair to one side, kissing the back of her neck. Then I grabbed the zipper of her dress and tugged it all the way down.

"Careful," she said in a teasing tone. "Don't rip this one too."

"Not making any promises." I pushed the dress off her shoulders. It fell to her thighs, and she yanked it all the way down and pulled it off.

I groaned when I noticed what she was wearing. "What are those?” I asked.

"Tights that have a silicon band to stay up. Never mind." She made to push them off, but I stopped her.

"I want to do it," I said. "Straighten up, Zoey." She stood ramrod straight with both her hands on the pole again. She was shuddering slightly.

"Are you cold?" I asked.

"No, not at all."

Fuck, so that was her reaction to me.

While I got rid of her tights, I kissed her ass cheeks, first one and then the other. They were round and taut and fucking perfect. I couldn't get enough of her curves. I kissed up her back, moving my hands on the sides of her body and brushing her bra on the way up. When I stood upright behind her, I unclasped it.

"You're beautiful," I whispered in her ear.

I let the bra drop to the floor and then turned her around, looking down at her. My cock was straining in my pants. As if knowing exactly what I thought, she palmed it over the fabric. I dropped my head back, groaning. I felt her lips on my neck, and then her hands tugged at my belt again. I didn't stop her this time. We both took off our shoes.

I took care of my shirt while she unbuckled the belt, then the button and zipper. I threw the shirt next to us before grabbing my undershirt at the back and tugging it over my head. She yanked my pants off next, and I stepped out of them. Then her hands were on my torso, mapping the ink.

"You went to all that trouble to get dressed earlier," she teased, "and now you're naked again. We should have just started this waaaay earlier."

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