Tempting the CEO(21)

I hooked my bare feet around his calves as he dusted his lips along my cheekbone.

“I was down when you showed up last night.” His voice was low. “Really down.”

I squeezed his fingers and watched his dark eyes shift to a shade of blue I wasn’t sure I had a name for. It reminded me of that Van Gogh painting, The Starry Night.

“What happened?”

“You don’t need to hear the gory details. I just wanted you to know that you—”

“I want to hear, Jed.”

He leaned closer to nibble my lower lip and then he whispered, “My little brother, Vernon, not my blood brother but my…a good kid. He got away from me somehow. Heroin.”

I unwound our hands so I could press my palms against his hot cheeks, and he turned his face into one, kissing it with a loud exaggerated smack.

“Is he okay?”

“Not yet. But he’s going to be.” His hands free, he got busy pulling my leggings down, leaning a little off me to do it, and I yelped at the transition.

“Hey!”

“So I was not in a good place last night, and this perfect-looking, sexy, sweet angel—no, don’t interrupt me.” He smiled as I made a face at his rapturous description, since I’d looked like shit when I checked in last night. Although I was comparing his baby blues to a masterpiece a minute ago, so maybe we were both getting carried away with the newness of this feeling.

I didn’t care. Carry me away. Knee-jerk embarrassment at our sudden intimacy was not going to stop me from feeling it. I was too open to him now. And I knew instinctively that he was telling me about his mental state last night because he was trying to be open to me.

While simultaneously divesting me of my clothes.

I lifted my hips and listened attentively, since I applauded both ventures.

“So last night I needed your beautiful body—”

He got my pants off, and I caught up by unbuttoning his jeans, sliding them down while he shrugged out of his shirt and then tackled my bra.

“—but I think I needed you more than that.”

Both of us naked now, I rolled on top of him for a change, and with full access to my breasts, he reached up and took advantage, continuing his narrative.

“You were cool and then you were hot, and the whole time you made me laugh. I wanted to wake up in the morning to see you. And, ah, that doesn’t happen. I’m not explaining this well.”

I savored his long fingers stroking, fondling, a deft touch that rendered me slick and ready for him below. “I think you’re doing pretty well.”

He retrieved a condom from his jeans pocket and I rolled it on, the novelty of doing it myself cool, his hard cock jerking under my ministrations. The first thrust as I took him deep inside me caught us both sucking in a breath at the pleasure. And then I rocked against him, slow, fast, experimenting with the rhythms as he rubbed his thumbs against my nipples and gripped my ass, urging me on my knees one time and then leaning back another.

And never taking our eyes off each other the whole time.

“Intimate” didn’t even cover it.

And when he mumbled, “No more teasing,” and flipped me over, coming up behind me to thrust hard, I couldn’t tell who was teasing whom. His arms around my waist, at the last second I strained back into him and…well, I did sing an aria then.

But only in my head. To Jed it probably just sounded like I was panting heavily.

As we lay exhausted, spooning, I took a deep breath. The scent of sweat and sex and tangled sheets was strong. The aroma made me smile.#p#分页标题#e#

I guess I liked it dirty, too.

There was always time for a shower together later.





Epilogue

Six Months Later

“This is Bob calling for Angie. Can you please let her know I’m on the line?”

I had recognized the number and picked up my office phone myself, pretending to be my own secretary.

Click.

Just so I could do that.

It never got old.

Jed glanced up from the paper he was reading while he waited for me to pack up. “Did you hang up on Bob again? The poor guy is just trying to get you your closing binders.”

“Bull.” I leered at him. “He’s trying to take me to brunch.”

Jed tossed the paper away and stood up to lean across my desk and drop a kiss on my nose. “I’ll kick his ass if he takes you to brunch.”

“My hero.” I laughed.

“Come on. Are you done here?”

“I thought you were working on being better about respecting my work.” I threw some papers into my briefcase and clicked it shut.

“I thought you were working on that life/work balance thing.” He took the briefcase from me and opened my office door to shoo me through it.