Page 64 of The CEO Enemy
We’re in our own little world, where nothing else matters except the connection between us. We fall into a rhythm, rocking together. With the hard wall at my back and his solid frame against my front, I feel weightless. It’s like I’m floating on a cloud, like I’m about to float up through the ceiling and into the stars. And Sean? He’s a towering beast of masculinity, making me feel tiny and safe all at once.
“Am I fucking you good, baby?”
“So…perfectly good,” I moan, unable to put a sentence together. My brain has gone offline, not that I mind. Honestly, I could die and be happy.
Sean’s hands are clutching my thighs with each thrust of his hips, his fingers digging into my skin and keeping me grounded. I hope they leave marks, that I’ll have some tangible proof that this rush of passionate energy is actually happening. Because right now, with my desire-addled brain, it feels more like a fantasy than reality. I can’t believe how impossibly perfect it all feels.
His pace is quick and relentless as he, too, is caught up in what’s happening. Our lips are never far apart, oftentimes simply touching without kissing as our heavy breathing mingles. After a time, my body starts to cramp. My legs are screaming to be stretched out, but I ignore them because the pleasure is building, and there’s no way I’m gonna stop just to readjust.
Sean shifts my weight in his hands as he starts to reach his physical limitations too. But like me, he seems unwilling to slow down.
We’ve stopped too many times and have been interrupted more than enough. This time neither one of us is stopping until we reach our peaks, until we come together and find some much-needed release.
Suddenly, my body shifts, and I grip Sean’s shoulders as he pulls me from the wall.
He slips out of me, and for one dreadful second, I think this is it, he’s going to pull out and leave me panting and begging. To my relief, he doesn’t. My ass comes down hard on the top of my desk, and he immediately thrusts back in, using the desk for leverage.
It bumps and scrapes across the floor, sending various items onto the ground. I don’t even know or care what falls. A burst of pleasure flares when he circles my clit.
I come first.
Hard.
Loud.
By “hard and loud” I mean I arch my back and let out a scream of pleasure that could wake the dead (luckily, there’s nobody but Sean around to witness—or complain about—it).
The way Sean’s grinding between my legs and the way he’s filling me becomes too much, and when my orgasm peaks, I clutch him to my chest, my hand still gripping his hair as I chant his name into his ear: “Sean…Sean…Sean…”
His grunting and moaning coaxes me through the waves of pleasure, and in a soft voice, one I’ve never heard from him, he says my name, “Yeah, Jess,” and that’s the last thing I remember as my vision goes blurry.
When I return to myself, he’s gently lowering my legs onto the floor. His touch, it’s different—so tender, so soft, like he’s holding something fragile for the first time.
Slowly, I sit up and try to stand.
The room spins as I lose my balance, and he catches me before I fall. It sends me into a fit of giggles while I attempt to balance on my unsteady legs.
Sean’s lips tip up in amusement. The way it lights up his face makes my stomach drop and my heart skip a beat. I’ve never witnessed him smile like that. Also, I’ve never seen him look at me with such admiration. His thumb trails down my chin, and it’s like a tidal wave crashing over me, sweeping me away and leaving me breathless, exhilarated, and utterly captivated. And now that it’s here, I’m whisked away to paradise by its intensity. It’s not just his piercing eyes that overwhelm me, it’s what they signify: hope, longing, surrender—the beauty of dreaming about what’s to come. It’s like living a dream I never dared to dream.
“You all right there, Jess?” he asks. “I don’t want to have to call an ambulance because you fell over. It’d be really hard to explain.”
His unexpected question catches me off guard, and I can’t help but laugh. “I don’t care. Seriously, the hotel could explode right now, I’d just grab some marshmallows and call it a cozy night in.”
Sean kisses my nose, and he adjusts my panties and skirt back into place. “Why don’t we call it a day?”
Somewhere in my fuzzy brain, I remember the meal he suggested for us. “We didn’t order dinner yet.”
“We’ll grab something on the way home. We’re going to need it as fuel for the rest of the night.”
The side-eye he gives me has my knees quaking again.
“You realize that you’re in for a very long night?” he grumbles.
“My place or yours?”
He hooks his arm around my waist and pulls me against his chest. “I don’t care as long as I can finally get these clothes off you. Let’s go.”
“K.”