Page 32 of Catalyst

I shove his jacket off his shoulders, thankful he can take a hint when he helps slide it off his arms. He lifts up onto his knees and begins to work the buttons free from his shirt. Jesus, if that’s not a sight I’ve daydreamed about.

I bite my lip, dying for the final reveal of the tight muscles I’ve only gotten to feel through his shirts.

“Take off your dress,” Adam demands, his tone leaving no room for argument. Not that I would. I am more than happy to comply with his request.

Reaching behind me, I yank on the zipper of my dress, expecting it to easily slide down my back as it usually does. Of course, the moment I need it to cooperate, it refuses, getting caught in the material.

I look up at Adam as he shrugs off his shirt, momentarily distracted by the display of hot man-chest in front of me. “Fuck me.”

“That’s the goal.” Adam’s grin is full of male pride and not a single hint of the stuffy CEO to be found. It’s glorious. “Why aren’t you naked yet?”

His question brings me back to my predicament. “My zipper is stuck. Can you help me?” I flip over onto my stomach.

“Gladly.” The bed dips as Adam kneels next to me. His hands stroke up my sides, teasing me with what’s to come. He gently tugs at my zipper, freeing it to move smoothly down my back. “I am so fucking glad I didn’t know you weren’t wearing a bra all day.”

A laugh bursts from my chest at his quip, followed swiftly by a gasp as Adam’s lips coast down my spine. If his gentle touch affects me this much, I can’t imagine what the rest of the night will do to me.

I lift up from the bed to work my dress off my shoulders, kicking it to the floor when I’m free. The overwhelming need to be as close to Adam as possible courses through me. Every movement is frenzied in my haste to finally have him.

I reach out for his belt, the metal clanking as I undo it. As soon as the buckle, buttons, and zippers are undone, he pushes his slacks down, taking his underwear with them. His erection springs free, and I don’t waste another minute before I grab his cock, stroking the silky skin. His pained groan has my hand stilling against him.

He grabs my wrist and pulls me away. “If you keep that up, this will be over far sooner than I’m ready for it to be.”

I smile as Adam guides me down to the bed, his body hovering over mine in a display of strength that has my heart hammering in my chest. This is always how I imagined him. Powerful, sexy, dominant.

Adam’s lips glide across my jaw and down the column of my neck, nipping at the skin, then soothing the sting with a swipe of his tongue. “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” he whispers against my chest. He moves with practiced patience, drinking me in and savoring every taste.

I lift my chest in an attempt to move him along, but he just smiles, knowing exactly what I want and having no desire to listen. My body is on fire for him, my legs sliding against the soft sheets to relieve the pressure building in my core.

His tongue coasts over my breast, stopping just before the peak. Then he sucks my nipple into his mouth, and my body seizes.Jesus Christ.

“You can call me Adam.” His cool words tingle against my wet nipple, making goose bumps rise on my skin.

It’s then that his words register, and I realize I cursed out loud. “And you might get punched if you don’t hurry things along,Adam.”

He laughs, moving to my other breast. “Yes, ma’am.”

His hand slides down my stomach, his clever fingers moving to tease my embarrassingly wet slit. My hips lift, needing more than he’s giving me. I’m hovering on the edge of a release so powerful I don’t think I’ll ever be able to recover.

“Please, Adam.”

“Let me taste you first. I’ve been dying to know if you taste as good as I’ve fantasized.” He slides down my body, his skin soft against mine. His hands grip the back of my knees, spreading me obscenely wide for his viewing pleasure.

With anyone else, I’d be self-conscious about what he was seeing. With Adam, I’ve never felt more desired. I knew being his sole focus would be intense, but it’s even more empowering than I thought.

Adam drops his head, his tongue sliding from bottom to top. My moan is loud enough to be heard from the next room. I’m so caught up in the sensation of his mouth on me that I couldn’t care less.

“I fucking knew you’d be addicting,” he groans.

After all the teasing he did earlier, I’m a hair’s breadth away from a catastrophic release. I don’t want this to be over yet. I’m not ready for this feeling to go away.

“Come for me, Ellie.”

“No, I don’t want it to be over.”

“Oh, trust me. I’m far from done with you. Now, come.” Adam’s fingers slide inside my pussy as his tongue sets a relentless pace against my clit. I have no hope of holding my orgasm back any longer, and I’m shoved off the edge and into oblivion.

“Adam!” I scream. My whole body is vibrating, and I know I will never feel anything like this again.

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