Clashing with the ceo, p.32
Clashing with the CEO, page 32
“Yes,” I replied, my stomach swooping with anticipation. “Let’s go.”
I couldn’t decipher what he intended for the rest of the evening, but I was ready to find out.
I folded the blanket into a neat square and placed it on my seat. Neil paid the bill. As we left the restaurant, I shivered, the cold breeze whipping my bare shoulders and arms. Neil’s suit jacket was around me before I could protest. His body heat lingered in the fabric as I slipped my arms through the oversized sleeves. We fell into step side by side.
“So, you’re lending me your clothes after all,” I said.
“I never said I wouldn’t,” Neil replied.
I couldn’t hide the giddy smile which burst onto my face. Neil smiled too.
We passed shops, restaurants, hotels, and offices before reaching our apartment building. Neil held the door for me as we entered the lobby. No one joined us in the lift. Neil pressed the buttons for both my floor and his, clarifying that he wasn’t about to invite me back to his place. I was too overwhelmed to feel disappointed.
The door opened on my floor.
“Good night, Milly,” Neil murmured.
“Good night,” I said, biting my lip. “Thank you so much for dinner. I had a lovely time.”
“Me too.”
I was about to step out into the corridor when I realised I was still wearing Neil’s suit jacket. I stood in the door’s path to keep it from closing as I shrugged the jacket off. “Wait. Before I forget. Here. Or else I’ll probably try to wash it and ruin it like your sweater.”
Neil accepted his jacket, his fingers grazing mine. He guided it back onto his broad shoulders. As he smoothed the lapels, his gaze fell upon my collarbone, exposed where my dress strap had slipped down yet again. Before I could fix it, he reached out and hooked his fingers under the thin strap. He painstakingly slid it back into place, his touch scorching my skin as it trailed over my bare shoulder and collarbone. I trembled in response.
Neil seemed hypnotised throughout the action. Then he suddenly snapped out of it. He started to pull his hand away, but like an automatic reflex, I covered his hand with my own, pressing it flush to my shoulder.
He did not resist.
I looked into his eyes, and I knew I had broken him.
Chapter Fifty-Three
Neil rubbed his thumb back and forth against my collarbone. “Melia,” he breathed. “This might come as a surprise to you, but there’s a limit to my willpower. You’re making this very hard for me. Do you understand?”
The seductive quality of his voice reverberated in my bones. I couldn’t back down now. I was too far gone. “There’s something I need you to fix in my apartment,” I said.
Neil’s lips curved into a devilish smirk that made my insides clench. “Then I better take a look.”
I led him to my door on shaky legs, my heart pounding an erratic beat. I fumbled trying to enter the code, inputting it wrong twice before the lock released.
As soon as we entered, the first thing Neil did was push the strap of my dress aside and sink his lips onto the spot still sensitive from his touch. I threw my head back in unbridled rapture as he moaned into my flesh, causing vibrations down my spine. He held my waist while he nipped and sucked a path to the crook of my neck, then the bottom of my ear. He trailed rough kisses along my jaw before claiming my lips. My knees buckled. I clung to him for support. Our mouths moved together, slowly at first, then gaining fervour, the silky slide of his tongue against mine igniting a hot ache in me. My fingers twisted in his hair while his hands roamed my body, tracing every curve and contour through the thin fabric of my dress. I nibbled his lower lip and felt him smile against my mouth before pulling back to look at me. His eyes burned with unconcealed desire as they lingered on my lips, my chest, my hips—all the parts of me he couldn’t openly admire under normal circumstances. “You’re so beautiful, Melia. I’ve wanted you for so long.”
He closed in on me again, his hands resuming their exploration, gliding up and down my sides, over my backside, hips, waist, and stomach. I matched his movements with my own, gripping his shoulders, feeling his muscular chest and arms, relishing his solid form pressed against me.
He let up only to take my hand and tug me towards my bedroom. I followed him, powerless to resist his magnetic pull. We stood beside the bed, foreheads pressed together, his ragged breaths mingling with mine. He pushed the other strap of my dress down, both shoulders fully exposed now. He massaged them and dusted them with kisses.
“Do you have a shoulder fetish?” I asked.
“I have a fetish for every part of your body. Especially here.” He brushed my hair back and pressed a tender kiss behind my earlobe. “You have the most delicious little freckle… I only see it when you wear your hair up. I always look for it.”
“I didn’t even know I had it.”
“It’s incredibly sexy.” He nuzzled the spot while he toyed with the hem of my dress, then slipped his hands underneath, running them up my bare outer thighs, alighting all my nerve endings in his wake. “Are you wearing them?” he murmured in my ear.
“What?”
“Those white panties.”
“White…?” I gasped. “You mean…?”
The only time he could have seen my underwear was when I accidentally left them on his bathroom floor. But he hadn’t been home then. Had he?
“You saw them? How?”
He looked at me like I should very well know the answer. “You left them in my bathroom.”
“But you weren’t home.”
“I didn’t intend to come home, but I had to grab something I’d forgotten. You were already gone.”
“I left them by accident—”
“I know. You wouldn’t have been so forward as to leave them there on purpose—as erotic as that would have been.”
My gut twisted, wondering if he had done anything unsavoury upon discovering my errant underwear. “Did you… um…” I trailed off, too embarrassed to finish the question.
Neil lifted my chin. “Do you really want to know the answer to that?”
I nodded, holding his darkened gaze.
“Well…” He shifted his hand from my outer to inner thigh. “I couldn’t keep my eyes off that perfect little pair of white panties lying on my bathroom floor.” He slowly ran his hand up my leg. “I got so aroused, Melia, I was so hard. Thinking of you in your panties, sliding them down your thighs… I was so fucking aroused.”
I had never heard him swear before. It gave me a thrill that went straight to my core. “Did you…? Ah!”
His fingers reached the edge of my underwear, and he lightly flicked his thumb over me. “I got in the shower. I jerked off and came so hard to the sight of them… So much. All over the shower door.”
I shuddered at the graphic mental image as Neil swiped his thumb over me again.
“Are you disgusted?” he asked. “Do you think I’m a dirty old man?”
“No, not at all,” I assured him. “I’ve had similarly… vivid thoughts about you.”
“Do tell.”
“When you called me at home one time, I… I…”
“Yes?”
“I’m so embarrassed.”
“Tell me.”
“I had been, uh, pleasuring myself, before you interrupted me. Hearing your voice… It made me even more turned on, so I…”
“Go on.”
“I used my vibrator, thinking about you. Just the memory of the sound of your voice was enough.”
“Did you come?”
I nodded.
“Good girl.”
“Neil?”
“Hmm?”
“I’m wearing them.” I lifted my dress and showed them to him. Plain white cotton bikini briefs with a tiny bow below the waistband. They might not have been the exact same pair since I owned multiples, but they were identical.
“Fuck, Melia,” Neil said with a guttural quality that had me quaking.
He dropped to his knees, his hands coming up to cup my backside and pull me close as he pressed a kiss to the bow. I gasped, my head falling back, as I threaded my fingers through his hair, urging him on. He trailed kisses along the edges of my underwear. My skin burned everywhere his mouth made contact. Just when I thought I might combust from the exquisite torture, he hooked his arms under my knees and stood swiftly, lifting me up. I let out a surprised yelp which melted into a needy moan as I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling his blatant arousal pressing hard against me.
He set me down on the bed, and he captured my lips again in a searing kiss. Our mouths moved together with unrelenting urgency, tongues sliding and caressing. He kissed me deeply, fiercely, like a man starved, his stubble scraping my chin. I returned the intensity, pouring all of my pent-up longing into the connection of our lips. He pinned me on my back, my dress bunched up around my hips. He shrugged off his suit jacket and discarded it on the floor. His chest was heaving. His crotch was tight at the seams. He bent over me and yanked the bodice of my dress down, my breasts spilling free. “Gorgeous tits,” he grunted, before burying his face in them.
I cried out, my back arching as he lavished attention on my breasts. His hands, mouth, and tongue had me panting and writhing beneath him, my hands gripping and twisting the sheets. This was killing me. I wanted more. I bucked my hips and ground on him, to which he rewarded me with a luscious groan in response.
Breaking away from my breasts, he shoved a hand in between us to unbuckle his belt, then slide it out of the loops. The friction of the action almost had me in pieces.
“Take off your dress,” he said, his voice raw with need.
“Mr. Kingston—” I protested.
It had the desired effect. He snarled and wrested my dress down my hips, then onto the floor. Hovering over me on his hands and knees, he stared down with a look of pure reverence. “Beautiful. So beautiful.”
I reached up to catch him by his shirt collar. “Your turn.”
From there I attacked his shirt buttons, my shaky hands fumbling, unable to keep up with my desperation.
“Allow me.” Neil leaned back and took over, freeing each button until his shirt hung all the way open, revealing a tantalising glimpse of the taut body underneath.
Frantic to see even more of him, I pulled off his shirt and drank in his glorious physique. He was toned and sculpted in a way that showed off his efforts to stay in peak physical condition. He had none of the boyish lankiness of my former boyfriends. He was broad and sturdy, with muscles that were strong but not over-inflated. A light smattering of dark hair covered his pecs and trailed down his stomach. I ran my hands over him, tracing each ridge and valley down his chest and abs, down to his hips, his pubic bone…
He took a sharp intake of breath as I stroked my hand down the bulge in his pants, then back up again. Now it was his turn to fumble, his fingers tangling in mine as he tried to undo his fly. He eased his zipper down at last, then removed his trousers. He wore a pair of black boxer shorts underneath, tented by the force of his straining hard-on. He pulled me up to meet him on his knees in the middle of the bed and kissed me again, my bare breasts pressed to his chest, his hand down my panties, palming my backside. I closed my eyes and gave in to the sensation of his tongue, his skin, and the mounting pressure where our hips moulded together.
Neil punctuated his deep kiss with a soft, shallow one pressed gently to my lips, then he lay back on the pillows and guided me down with him. We settled on our sides, face to face. He brushed a strand of hair from my cheek and tucked it behind my ear. “Are you still sure you want to do this?”
“Yes. Don’t stop.” I had never been more sure of anything.
Neil traced my bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. “You want me?”
“Please.”
I hoisted my leg over him and drew him close. He rutted in response, driving his erection deep between my thighs, rubbing hard against my aching core. I stifled a moan by latching on to his throat, kissing that alluring expanse of skin I’d always wanted to kiss so badly. Neil whimpered and slapped my arse. I dug my fingers into his back.
Our movements became more and more frenzied. Amidst the mess of our tangled limbs, I felt Neil slip a hand between my legs. He stroked his way up my inner thigh in light, incremental motions. I bit my lip, the tension in me coiling like a spring. When he reached the top of my leg, he toyed with the elastic of my underwear between his fingertips. He dipped, then retreated, dipped, then retreated, making me squirm and clench with anticipation. Finally, he slid his hand further, his fingertips grazing my twitching pussy through the crotch of my underwear. He teased me with light, languid strokes, up and down, around and round. I gripped his shoulders hard, my body crying out for more. Just when I couldn’t take it anymore, he slipped two fingers underneath and swirled them in my slick folds. “So wet for me,” he murmured.
I was coming undone, panting, a mess. “Please… please…”
“Yes?”
“I need you.”
“That sounds so good, Milly. Say it again for me.”
“I need you. Please.”
“Yes… Yes…”
He withdrew his hand and tugged down his boxer shorts. I couldn’t help but gape at the impressive sight of him. He tossed his boxers on the pile of discarded clothing on the floor, then paused, looming above me. “Before we do this, any infections I should know about?” he asked.
I blinked up at him, his unexpected seriousness throwing me off balance.
He smoothed my hair back. “Don’t take offence. I just want to keep you safe.”
My surprise faded. Of course, he’d be the responsible adult in this situation. It was one of the many facets of his personality I admired so much. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to seem shocked. You’re absolutely right to ask. And I’m clean. You?”
“Clean. Do you have a condom?”
“I’m on birth control.”
“I’d prefer to use a second form of protection, just in case.”
His caution struck me as so very different from previous partners, but I appreciated him even more for it. “I think there’s one in my bedside drawer. I’ll get it.”
Neil rested his hand on my back as I leaned over to rummage in the drawer. My fingers made contact with the distinctive packaging. I passed it to him. He inspected the expiry date before he tore it open and rolled the condom on with practised ease.
“Now, where were we?” He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of my underwear then peeled them down my thighs and off my feet.
I opened my legs for him. In return, he gazed upon me with a look of sheer longing and devotion. “Oh, Milly,” he rasped.
He climbed on top of me and positioned himself between my thighs. I felt the tip of him push and drag along my tender, swollen lips.
“Are you ready for me?” he asked, his voice husky with desire.
I nodded, my body quivering in anticipation.
He pushed in slowly, his eyes locked with mine, watching my every reaction as he entered me inch by inch. I gasped at the pressure and fullness of him.
“Tell me if I’m hurting you,” he said.
“I will. Keep going.”
He grasped my hips, pulling me closer, easing further inside me, slowly, slowly…
He let out a deep, satisfied groan. “Wow. You have all of me. Can you feel that?”
I trembled at the sensation of him. “Yes. I feel it.”
He cradled my cheek and pressed his forehead to mine. “You’re divine. You’re heaven.”
I lifted my chin and met his warm, eager lips. He kept the rest of his body still while we kissed, as if he were savouring the feeling of being inside me. I endured it for as long as possible, but the buildup of pressure was getting too much for me. I tore away from his mouth and bucked my hips, urging him to move. He began to roll in a slow, steady rhythm. The friction of his every ridge and throbbing vein dragging up and down my inner walls had me grasping the sheets. Each of his thrusts was controlled and drawn out to an agonising degree, paired by a look of immense concentration on his face. He was driving me crazy. I rutted against him, desperate to pick up the pace. “Faster.”
Neil gritted his teeth as he indulged my request, his movements getting quicker and shallower. A new angle spurred an all-consuming ripple of pleasure through me. “That feels so good.”
Neil thrust hard into the same precise spot. “Right there?”
“Yes!”
He turned up the pace, hitting me over and over again. I grabbed on to his back. He was all smooth flesh and hard muscle under my hands. I felt those muscles tighten with each thrust, while my little whimpers and his luxurious, vibrating groans filled the room.
The look of strain on Neil’s face showed how hard he was trying to keep himself in check. His breathing was laboured, and he had broken out in a thin sheen of sweat. But he didn’t let up. His hand moved to my clit, his fingers seeking and finding the sensitive nub. I cried out, my hips bucking wildly at the new sensation. He worked with varied speed and pressure as he continued to drive into me, pushing me towards the edge.
“I’m close,” I stammered.
“Let go,” Neil growled.
His hips slammed into mine as I wriggled and writhed beneath him, the heat in my core building to breaking point.
“I’m… Ah!” I clenched hard around him, over and over.
“Oh, fuck, Milly. Are you coming?”
“Mmm. Yes. Ahh.”
I quaked from aftershocks as Neil moved in frantic little bursts, skin slapping against skin, until he twitched and pulsed inside me. He grunted, his body tensing and shuddering. He rode out his orgasm until the very end, then collapsed on top of me, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. “Damn,” he said, voice ragged. He rolled off me, fixed himself up, then drew me back into his arms. “Melia…” He nuzzled the crook of my neck. “You’re incredible.”
Though my head and body were still reeling, I somehow managed to reply, “You too. I’ve never… No one has ever made me feel so good. You were perfect.”
“You deserve nothing less.”
