Tempting the CEO(8)

Of course, like everything else about him, his version was extremely cool. His orgasm face was perfect, when I stopped concentrating on my own and even noticed, that is. Head dropped slightly, eyes narrowed, lips thinned as if wringing out that last drop of pleasure from our bodies.

And when he had, there was a lot of stroking and kissing and postcoital petting as we both drifted down and stopped clutching each other for dear life. So by the time he finally pulled out of me and rolled onto his back, there was none of that caveman sensation a girl sometimes got. Like he’d clubbed me and had his way with me and now he was going to go out and hunt for venison or something. No, I felt quite appreciated indeed.

The lamp was still on, though, spilling fluorescent light our way, so I also felt a little overexposed, now that I was out of the moment and all. I pulled the bed covers up to my chin and tried to summon up enough energy to go back to my own room while he got up from the bed and wandered into the bathroom, presumably to dispose of the condom.

When he came back he was holding a fresh one, wrapped in its package and ready to go. He tossed it onto the nightstand and folded back the covers to climb into bed beside me.

The halfhearted protest I made was, well, really halfhearted. “I should get going,” I mumbled while he sidled up next to me.

“Why? It’s early.” Since he ran his lips along my neck so sweetly I declined to call him on that and point out that I hadn’t even checked in until midnight, so by no stretch of the imagination was it now early. Instead, I rolled over onto my side, away from him. I was considering it my preliminary move toward leaving. No need to go about it all at once. I could approach it in stages, right?

But he rubbed my shoulders, a soft touch at first and then putting a lot more into it, and I began to rethink the leaving thing.

“Your muscles are really tight.”

He nudged me over to lie on my stomach so he could have full access to my back, and I let him, of course. Hey, I’m human. The woman who would turn down a back rub is the rare woman indeed. And as to turning down a back rub being offered by a hottie crouching over one’s bare butt…well, let’s just say I doubt that ever happens.

His strong, adept hands started at the base of my neck, moving slowly and thoroughly all the way down to the little dimples above my ass. With my head turned to the side and my cheek resting on my hands, I luxuriated in the attention. On the girlie scale, this was better than a bubble bath and painting my toenails. Although I think the actual sex may have won the gold in that category.

“You’re tense for a hand model, Suzy,” he remarked. If he was fishing for what I really did, I ignored it.

“It’s a tense business. Competitive. You’d be surprised. I’m a wreck half the time trying to make sure my cuticles are in tip-top condition.”

He bent to kiss the base of my spine. “If you say so.”

“And I don’t know if you’re still trying to make a go of it in the ad game, but if not, you could definitely make a good living as a masseur.”

“You think so?”

“Mmmm-hmmm.” Even to me, my voice sounded far away.

He switched off the lamp and I fought to keep my eyes open.

I wasn’t sure falling asleep was proper hookup etiquette. And really, I hadn’t even thought to ask Cassie that. Not to mention I had a meeting to get to in the morning, which I absolutely could not miss.

“Just relax,” he whispered in my ear.

More seductive words were never spoken.

I fell asleep in his bed. I admit it. Caffeine is pretty powerful when it comes to long, boring drafting sessions, but it’s nothing in the face of the exhaustion that comes from good sex combined with a back rub.

Fortunately, more good sex does tend to wake you right up again.

The room was dark, and I awoke to find him kissing his way down my body, having shoved all the covers down to the bottom of the bed. The slight chill was quickly overcome by the heat of his warm open mouth at the side of my neck, and then along my collarbone and the underside of one breast.

He was going lower still, dipping his tongue into my belly button, when he lifted his head and said, “Oh, I’m sorry. Were you trying to sleep?”

I could hear the laughter in his voice, but rather than playfully slap him, I put my hands into his thick hair and set him back to the task. This was no time for games. “Don’t mind me. Carry on.”

A feathery, openmouthed kiss along my inner thigh had me sighing quite loudly, but when he positioned himself with his head between my legs and got right to it, I was stone-cold silent, right up until the end when his incredibly clever mouth wrenched a heartfelt “Oh my God” right out of me. Wow. I didn’t actually know a girl could come from just that. I certainly never had.