Page 136 of Flirting With The CEO


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His mouth finds my neck, my shoulder, my collarbone. Everywhere he touches feels chosen. Earned.

No rush. No taking.

I tug him closer, fingers sliding along his back, mapping him like this is something I’m allowed to take my time with.

When he lifts me, I laugh softly, arms going around his neck without thinking.

Apparently my body has opinions.

“Bedroom,” I murmur.

He doesn’t answer.

He just carries me.

Chapter Forty-Four

DEREK

I unzipher dress completely and help her out of it. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth when she lays there before me in nothing but black lace barely-there panties and a strapless bra.

She sits up, breathing heavily. With shaking hands I haven’t had since I was a teenager, I reach behind her and unhook the bra, letting it fall to her lap. I don’t know how many breasts I’ve seen in my day—too many, for sure—but hers are perfect. I reach out and run a finger around her puckered nipple.

“Careful,” she murmurs. “I might start believing you deserve access.”

I smile despite myself.

“You’re so beautiful, Audra.”

She blushes, then reaches for my slacks, undoing the button, then the zipper, the back of her hand brushing against my hard cock. I close my eyes and groan. She flips her hand around and cups me.

“Baby, you can touch me all you want after this first time. I promise.”

“Wow,” she says lightly. “Generous of you.”

I push my pants down and step out of them. Her gaze moves to my erection and the wet spot in my boxer briefs.

“Fair is fair,” I tell her.

She licks her lips.

“That doesn’t sound like HR-approved language.”

I lose the boxer briefs and climb next to her on the bed, pulling her up so her head rests on the pillows.

“Lift,” I offer, then pull the covers back while she does. When she’s laying there against the deep blue of the sheets, her cheeks flushed with arousal, I feel something settle within me that’s different from anything I’ve ever felt.

Right. This is it.

I ease her panties down, then give them a toss.

“Derek,” she breathes.

“Hm?” I question, reaching out and running my knuckles up her pussy lips.

“Oh, wow, nothing… I’m sure I’ll remember later.”

I chuckle. “Remember what?”