Page 73 of Forty, Flirty & Fired

He complies, his hands sliding down to my hips, pulling off my jeans and underwear in one swift motion. I'm completely exposed to him, and the way he looks at me, the way he gazes between my legs with pure hunger and adoration, makes me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. His green eyes flash.

"You're so fucking gorgeous," he murmurs, his fingers tracing the line of my thigh, his touch both gentle and firm. "I want to taste every inch of you." His voice is a low rumble, filled with promise.

He starts at my ankles, kissing and licking his way up my legs. I shiver with anticipation, my body aching for his touch. When he finally reaches the apex of my thighs, he pauses, looking up at me.

"Tell me what you want, Mac." His voice is a low growl.

"I want you to make me feel good," I whisper, my voice barely audible. "I want you to make me scream your name." Hisgrin widens, and he dives in, his tongue finding my clit with unerring precision.

I gasp, my hips rocking back and forth against his mouth as he licks and sucks, taking me to depths of pleasure I hadn’t even known existed. His dark hair falls across his forehead, a few strands brushing against my skin as he moves. I can feel the roughness of his stubble against my thighs, adding a delicious contrast to his soft kisses.

"Alex," I moan, my hands fisting the sheets, feeling the cool fabric beneath my fingers. "Oh god, Alex." His name is a chant on my lips, a plea for more.

He slides a finger inside me, then another, curling them to hit that perfect spot. I'm panting, my body trembling as he brings me closer and closer to the edge.

"Come for me, Mac," he growls against my skin, his voice a low rumble filled with command. "Let me hear you scream."

And I do. I come undone, my body stiffening, my senses shattering as waves of pleasure crash over me. I scream his name, my voice echoing through the room as he continues to lick and suck, drawing out every last drop of pleasure. His muscles flex beneath his skin as he moves, his body a work of art in motion.

When I finally come down from my high, he's there, kissing his way up my body. His lips are soft and warm against my skin, his breath hot as he murmurs sweet nothings against my ear.

"I need you, Mac," he whispers, his voice rough with need. "I need to be inside you."

I nod, my body still trembling with aftershocks. "Yes," I whisper. "Please."

He shifts, and I get my first good look at his thick cock. The width of the weighty shaft alone screams “CEO.”

My eyes are still stuck on that chief executive dick of his as he rolls on a condom and positions himself at my still-slick entrance, his pine-green eyes nearly burning a hole into mysoul. "You're so fucking perfect," he murmurs, as he slowly slides inside me.

I gasp, my body stretching to accommodate him. He feels so good, so right, and I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, helping him drive further into me.

"Fuck, Mac," he groans, his dark brows settling against mine, his breath hot against my lips. "You feel so fucking good." His voice is a low rumble, filled with pleasure.

He starts to move, his hips thrusting in a slow, steady rhythm. I match his pace, our bodies moving in perfect sync. The room fills with the sound of our moans, our sighs—our groans.

"Harder," I whisper, my nails digging into his back, feeling the hard muscles beneath my fingertips. "Fuck me harder, Alex."

He complies, his thrusts becoming faster, more urgent. I can feel another orgasm building, my body tightening around his, contracting and stretching in tempo.

"Come with me, Mac," he growls, his voice rough with effort, his muscles rippling beneath his skin, drawing tight. "Come with me."

And I do. I come undone again, my body shaking, shuddering, quaking as he thrusts deep inside me, his own release following close behind.

Much later, wrapped in obscenely expensive sheets and watching snow fall outside the wall of windows, I find myself tracing patterns on his chest. His muscles are firm beneath my fingertips, his skin warm and smooth.

"You really knew?" I ask quietly, looking up at him, his dark hair slightly tousled. "About the blog?" His green eyes meet mine, filled with a mix of amusement and tenderness.

"I suspected." His fingers draw lazy circles on my hip, his touch both gentle and firm. "Then I started falling for you, and it didn't matter anymore." His lips curve into a slightsmile, revealing a hint of dimples that make him look almost boyish.

"When?"

"When did I suspect, or when did I start falling?"

"Both." I reach up, tracing the line of his jaw, feeling the slight roughness of his stubble against my fingertips.

He shifts to look at me properly, his green eyes intent in the firelight. "I suspected after the meditation room incident. You knew too much, cared too much. But I started falling the moment you threw champagne at me and called me everything wrong with tech culture." His hand cups my face, thumb tracing the curve of my hairline, his touch tender.

"That turns you on? Corporate criticism?"

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