Page 59 of Saved By the CEO

“Quite the sight.”

I bite my lip.

His eyes catch the movement and linger there.

And that’s when I feel it. Something hard and heavy against my thigh. I go still. I’ve seen the outline before. But I’ve never felt it like this. Warm. Real.

He wants me.

Me.

Or, well. Maybe. It could also just be his body reacting to the situation. I don’t know.

God, I don’t know anything anymore.

He leans down and takes my nipple into his mouth, and that pretty much kills whatever higher brain function I had left. His tongue works over me as his hand slides down my stomach to the waistband of my pajama pants, slipping beneath the fabric.

My body arches into him. His fingers find me, and my whole body gives one helpless little jerk. Andrew knows exactly what to do. Where to press. When to slow down. How to make me squirm.

I gasp. I moan. I buckle.

I come hard, one hand twisting in the sheets, his name breaking out of me.

Afterward, my head is foggy with that warm, floating bliss that makes everything feel soft around the edges. “I want—” I begin.

Against my better judgment, I lay my hand against the hardness pressing into my thigh.

I squeeze.

He groans, low and rough, sliding his fingers out of me and grabbing my hip. His eyes lock on mine, darker now, more awake than they were a minute ago.

“Carly,” he says, the warning unmistakable. “Are you sure you want to do that?”

I nod, already reaching for his zipper.

I have never,everwanted to do anything more than I want to do this right now. “Let me make you feel good too,” I say, my voice embarrassingly breathy.

“Fuck,” he says.

Then he nods and lies back beside me. I undo his pants slowly. I know it’s torturous for him, but I don’t care. This might be the only time I ever get to have him like this. Up close. Unguarded. Mine for one strange, impossible moment.

I want to savor every second of it.

When I pull his boxers down, my mouth opens on its own.

Of course his cock is the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen. Why wouldn’t it be?

I reach down into my pajama pants, catching some of my own wetness on my fingers, then wrap my hand around him.

“Jesus,” he mutters.

His skin is smooth and hot under my palm as I start stroking him. Slow at first, watching his face, learning what makes his jaw tense and his breath catch. When I reach the tip, I squeeze a little, and a lovely, throaty sound escapes him.

Satisfaction curls hot and smug in my stomach. He’s made me come harder than anyone has ever made me come before. I want to do the same to him. I want him to remember this when he’s old and gray. I want him jerking off to this memory for the rest of his life.

I smile, flip my hair over one shoulder, and lean in.

He hisses as my lips close around him. While still stroking the base, I swirl my tongue, tasting him, feeling the way his whole body tightens beneath my hands. His fingers thread into my hair, not pushing, just holding on, and I do it again. I take him deeper, and a rough breath tears out of him.