Page 75 of The CEO Enemy

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SEAN

We talked for hours. But the moment we’re in the elevator, I hoist her up, pull her thong down and put it in its usual spot, and sink into her.

The moment I cross the threshold to her place with her around my hips, I find myself tearing off her dress and losing myself in that soft body of hers.

“Yeah, there we go,” I growl.

The moment I’m ready to come, she has other plans, steering “our conversation” to a different topic.

She pushes me to sit on the edge of her bed before sliding onto her knees.

Being with a woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to go for it? That’s always a win. But throw in smartness, loyalty, and the occasional surprise—instant marriage material.

I lift my hips, and she tugs my pants down, not even bothering to take them all the way off before she runs her tongue up my shaft.

I’m hard as a rock. Achingly stiff. The goddamn visual of her lips stretched around me doesn’t ease the situation. I lose myself in the wet heat, my fingers buried in her hair as she has me panting and praising within seconds. “That’s it, baby, yeah, that feels fucking amazing.” Every time I try to take control or pull her off to get my mouth on her, she resists, unwilling to relinquish control.

And after a time, I don’t care enough to keep trying.

She takes me right to the edge, and only stops right then, ignoring my warning.

Enough is enough.

I yank her onto my lap, position her where I need her the most, and waste no time sliding her down onto me. Her pussy is tight. Dripping. Perfect for me.

With a heavy moan and a hand on my chest, she pushes me onto my back and rides me with reckless abandon, her tits a sight that leaves me breathless. She throws her head back and purrs like a newborn kitten when my hands slide up and over her stomach to those gorgeous nipples. My eyes never leave her tits as she continues to move on top of me. She squirms in delight when I roll her nipples between my fingers and lightly pinch them.

I spin her around, grab her wrists and place her arms above her head, locking her in. With my thigh, I spread her legs wide apart and angle my cock at her entrance.

I thrust into her, my whole length.

We lose ourselves in each other for the next several hours, nothing on our minds but each other and releasing the need within us. By the time Jess has her fourth orgasm, we’re ready to call it a night.

Still inside of her, I pull her on top of me, her tits plastered against my chest. “My cock stays inside of you. If you wake up early, you can ride me awake. That clear?”

“I was just about to suggest that,” she says.

She’s destroying me.

Fuck. Me.

Jess is perfect for me.

My attraction to her grows stronger by the day.

I’m certain we both pass out the second our heads hit the pillows.

Two hours later, I stir awake, my dick hardening. Jess is still in my arms, cuddled on top of me. Her eyes are closed, and she’s slowly circling her hips and squeezing my waking cock. My hands help, grabbing her ass, moving it in circles.

“Yeah, baby. Take that dick like a naughty girl,” I rumble.

We lazy-fuck until we come, then pass out again.

Unfortunately, we can’t continue our conversation the next morning. Nor enjoy our Dorayaki. My cell pings with a text while Jess is curled across my chest. It’s from my father, which never bodes well. I have to be at Blackwood HQ for another meeting. I’m not particularly jazzed about it, mostly because I’m not sure what it’s about.

Reluctantly, I extract myself from Jess’s warm embrace. She wakes, but I urge her to go back to sleep, which she immediately does. Before I leave, I place her thong on her nightstand, lean down to brush a soft kiss on her forehead. This naked girl will be the death of me. Not wanting to wake her (or my twitching cock), I cover her with a blanket.