Page 95 of The CEO Enemy
In the bedroom, he lays me on the bed, his fingers deftly moving down the buttons of my blouse as he quickly undoes them. I reach to do the same to him, giving his shirt far less care than he gave mine. I yank and pull until the buttons come free, one of which flies off. Suddenly, there are far too many layers between us. I need to feel his skin. I need his heat to touch me, fill me, remind me that what’s happening is real.
His mouth finds all the right places, nipping and sucking at my neck as his hands work my pants down over my hips.
“Goddamn pants. From now on, only skirts.”
“Well…you’re not my boss anymore, you can’t tell me what to do,” I tease, breaking off into a moan when his teeth graze my throat.
“I’m the boss, here, and everywhere else.” His hand slips into my panties and I forget everything I’ve ever learned when his fingers brush over my clit. “That clear, baby?”
“Clear,” I totally agree.
We tear at the rest of the clothing that separates us, throwing things left and right. The moment he slides my damp panties down my legs with his teeth, I squirm. I’ve never felt such urgency before, and I know in my heart, it’s always going to be like this. I’m always going to want him, and he’s always going to look at me like I’m the most gorgeous woman he’s ever seen.
His eyes bore into mine. “Spread your legs.”
He doesn’t even finish his line before I do so instinctively. “K.”
When his naked skin finally touches mine, I shudder beneath him. One of his arms slips around my waist, and he lifts me just high enough to line himself up. His cock is long, impatient, ragingly angry.
Finally, finally he thrusts into me.
Gasping in pleasure, my hands grip his shoulders, and I moan his name. “Sean…”
“I missed fucking you, baby,” he growls, thrusting.
“Sean…Sean…Sean…”
My mind is stuck on a loop with the same word, unable to access anything else from my vocabulary.
Each thrust inside me sends waves of pleasure into my body.
Our movements are rough and uncontrolled, both of us too eager and overwhelmed to take things slow. I can’t believe I was going to give him up. I can’t believe I was going to run. I’d been so wrapped up in my past that I almost let this amazing man get away. How could I have doubted that he really cared about me? How could I have doubted myself?
“Jess, baby,” Sean rumbles, panting, his hot breath ghosting across my ear. “You’re mine. Forever.”
“I know, Sean.”
Buried to the hilt, he grinds into me, not withdrawing for even a fraction of a second, like he can’t bear to have any kind of space between us.
It’s hours later when we finish, sweaty and panting. Even then, his arms are still around me, holding me close even when he rolls onto his back. I’m sprawled across his chest, gasping for breath while he pushes my hair out of my face. My mouth finds his in a sweet kiss, and as he draws me in, he wraps me up in the warmest embrace.
“I love you,” I say, the rest of my anxiety melting away. “I love you so much, Sean.”
“I know, baby. I can tell.”
He’s so smug.
I look up at him.
His eyes find mine, and he laughs. “I love you too, baby.” He softly places my head back onto his chest. “I love you. You better believe it, I love you.”
I smile.
“Hear that?” he rumbles.
Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Thump-thump.
I nod, yes.