Talking Dirty with the CEO(38)

And just like that, she wanted him. So much she trembled. Slowly she leaned forward and brushed his beautiful mouth with hers. A tentative kiss.

His hand caught the back of her head, holding her there. His mouth beneath hers opened but without demand, letting her take control. Letting her kiss him, letting her explore him. An intoxicating feeling, to have this man so quiet under her hands, this man who was always moving, always restless.

Her excitement began to build along with her confidence, and she found her hands in his hair, fingers curled in the silky strands as she kissed him deeper, exploring his mouth with an insistence she hadn’t realized was in her.

“Oh, Naughtygirl,” Joseph murmured. “I like you being demanding. Show me more.”

She didn’t know how it happened. One moment she was sitting in her chair kissing him, the next she was in his lap, straddling him, her mouth exploring his strong jaw, his neck, the column of his throat. He gave a soft growl of approval, his hands sliding beneath the waistband of her sweatpants and then beneath that of her panties, to smooth over the bare skin of her bottom, squeezing her gently.

Christie shuddered, finding his mouth again, kissing him harder, wanting to show him exactly how demanding she could be.

Joseph’s hips flexed beneath her, the hard ridge of his erection pressing against the damp heat between her thighs. It felt so good, so intense.

“Give me more,” he said against her lips. “I know you can.”

Her mouth dried. Yes, she could. And she would. For him she could do anything.

Christie slid off his lap.

“Hey,” he protested, “where are you going?”

She met his gaze, the blue gone dark with desire. He looked hungry and she liked it. Liked it more than she’d ever thought possible.

“I’m not going anywhere,” she whispered. And before she could change her mind, she shucked off her sweatpants, taking her underwear off with them. Then she walked back over to his chair and climbed back into his lap, facing him.

Joseph gave a soft curse, his hands on her thighs, stroking her. “Dammit, Christie. Are you trying to make me lose it here or what?”

“You said wanted more.” Her hands dropped to the buttons of his jeans and unbuttoned them, fingers pulling down the waistband of his boxers, setting him free. “So I’m giving you more.”

He said her name as she touched him, gripping him, the velvet heat of his shaft against her palm. She closed her hand on him, reveling in the evidence of how much he wanted her.

Joseph arched his hips as she moved her hand, a groan breaking from him.

It gave her such a thrill to see the stark need on his face, gave her such a sense of power that her touch could do this to him. Could make him gasp her name. Make him groan with desire. She didn’t think she’d ever get sick of it.

Then one of his hands moved, fingers curling under her thigh, sliding higher to stroke the damp folds of her sex, making her shudder, setting her on fire. Then he slid a finger inside her.

Her soft gasp turning into a groan as he eased in a second, thrusting gently.

“Yeah, honey,” his voice a growl. “Keep doing that. I want to watch you come.”

She’d never been the type for dirty talk or letting it all hang out. Sex had always been awkward and if it hadn’t been awkward then it had just been…nice.

But this wasn’t nice. Straddling a guy in a chair while he brought you to orgasm with his hand? Oh, that wasn’t nice. That was dirty. And hot. And so erotic she almost came there and then.

Christie arched back. Her grip on him faltered, became jerky as the movement of his fingers became faster. Harder.

She screwed her eyes shut, panting. It was too much. Way too much. “Joseph, I can’t…I’m going to…”

But then he brushed her clit with his thumb and the climax roared over her, unstoppable. She cried out, shuddering, losing herself for a couple of seconds.

“Come back to me, beautiful,” he whispered in her ear, his hands sliding up her spine. Then, husky and soft, “Wallet. Back pocket.”

It took her a moment to process what he was actually talking about. Then another to come back to earth. Then she couldn’t get to it fast enough, leaning around to grab his wallet from the back pocket of his jeans. There were several condoms in it, and thank God for that because she certainly didn’t have any.

She ripped open the packet.

Joseph watched her, his eyes half-closed, blue glittering from beneath black lashes. “You do it this time.”

And Christie found that this time, she wanted to. She took him in her hand, rolling the latex down over him, feeling his thighs tense underneath her, hearing the sharp hiss of his breath. His response made her heart pound with excitement. With anticipation.