Page 138 of Flirting With The CEO


Font Size:

“I don’t understand that,” he replies, so incredulous it makes me smile.

“I’m picky,” I inform him.

“Not anymore,” he tells me, pushing forward again, pulling out, pushing in, until he’s fully seated within me.

I smile.

“Mmm,” I purr when he begins to move.

“Amazing,” he growls in my ear.

I kiss his neck and run my hands over his shoulders, arms, back.

Heat pours through me when he begins to thrust harder.

“Derek,” I breathe.

“Yeah, just like that,” he replies. He leans down to take a nipple into his mouth and I throw my legs around him, resting my ankles at the small of his back.

He groans and I moan—really loud—as he goes even deeper.

“Audra…”

“Do it,” I urge.

“But—”

“Do it. Please.”

He lifts himself and begins to fuck me harder. We’re both moaning and groaning, reaching for one another, holding one another; kissing, touching, sucking, a tangle of sheets, need, and desire.

I lift to meet his thrusts, his hands slipping beneath my hips to tilt me so he hits that magical spot.

“Oh God. That’s it,” I call out.

“Mhm, I can feel it. Let me feel you,” he urges.

I stop fighting what I’m feeling and just give in.

“That’s it, give me everything. Let it go. Come for me, Audra,” he growls, his entire body shaking as he waits for me.

Without a care for the consequences, I plunge in headfirst and let it all go. For him. Giving every piece of myself as the climax rolls through me, stealing my breath. He stares into my eyes and with a few rapid thrusts, he comes too.

My body shivers and shakes, euphoric bliss from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. Complete ecstasy.

When he shudders one last time, then wraps his arms around me, holding me to him, I hold him in return—so happy and a whole lot terrified.

“Audra,” he breathes into my ear.

I nod, tightening my arms around him, resting my nose in his neck.

Okay. Still here. Still me.

Reality begins to seep in, uncertainty rearing its ugly head. No. I don’t need to be. I trust him. I’m in love with him.

“Audra,” he whispers again.

“Hm?” I ask, running my fingertips over his body, learning the definition of his muscles, the texture of his skin, the warmth of him. Time stretches.