Page 24 of Saved By the CEO

There’s a pause.

“Do you need me to help you with that?”

“Uh,” I say, intelligently. “Sure?”

His fingers flex once against my thigh, then go still again.

“Can I look at you?”

I turn my head just enough to glance at him. “At me?”

“Your face,” he clarifies. “Not—” He stops himself, then exhales through his nose. “I’m not asking to look anywhere else.”

I hesitate. Is this going to make everything weird later? Or, well,weirder.

“You can say no,” he says, and I realize I’ve been silent for too long.

Screw it. “It’s okay. Go ahead.”

He faces me again, keeping his attention fixed safely above my shoulders. It’s obvious he’s being careful not to look anywhere else. It’s honestly kind of sweet. Honorable, even.

“Relax and keep your eyes on me.” His voice is low and gravelly, sending a shiver down my spine. This whole ordeal suddenly feels very, very intimate.

A hand starts traveling up my thigh again. He reaches my entrance and immediately sinks a finger into me. I spread my legs to give him better access.

“You’re doing great,” he says.

Oh,fuck.He’s going to talk me through it.

His eyes still hold mine captive as he adds another finger. My mouth falls open as my breath hitches. I can feel my nipples harden, and I instinctively reach for my breast with my right hand while the other clutches the sheets.

“Do what you need to do, Carly.”

I squeeze my breast, then fondle my nipple through my clothes. I can barely feel it, but it’s something.

Mr. Bennett’s eyes stay on mine, but he must catch the movement in his peripheral vision, because his voice drops and he asks, “Do you want help with that too?”

I nod, maybe a little too quickly.

With his free hand, he unbuttons my blouse, still not looking away from my face, and slips his hand beneath my bra. He finds my nipple and begins to tease it, his other hand still moving between my thighs.

The tightening inside me comes fast after that. Every breath I take slips out as a small, helpless sound.

“You’re close,” he says, his pupils blown wide. “I can feel it.”

I arch my back, biting down on my lower lip as the feeling gathers and gathers, until there’s nowhere else for it to go.

“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Almost there.”

Then it hits.

My entire body tenses, then shudders, and a sound of pure bliss escapes my lips. He keeps moving, slow and steady, letting me ride it out.

We’re still looking at each other.

“You did great,” he says quietly.

For a few seconds, neither of us moves. Then he slips his fingers out and reaches for a tissue, cleaning them off slowly, his eyes still on mine.