Page 38 of Serving the CEO

The hand on my breast moved to cover my mouth.

Those deep green eyes burned into me as he twisted his fingers inside me. “Should I stop?” he asked again.

I could only moan. Then he flicked my clitoris with his thumb, and only his hand muffled my cry.

“I don’t think you’re ready for me to stop, Jessica,” he said without missing a single stroke, not with his fingers inside me, and not with his thumb moving in circles over my clit. “I think you want to come, don’t you?”

Dazed, I nodded, staring at him over the hand covering my mouth. It was a firm touch, but careful, not hurting, not tight.

“Your pussy is as soft and sweet as I thought it would be,” he said, still pumping his fingers into me, still pressing his thumb against my clit. “And you’re so fucking hot. Is your pussy this hot for me?”

Whimpering, I tried to move against him, tried to get his fingers deeper, get more friction where I needed it the most.

Abruptly, he stopped moving altogether and just leaned into me. “Answer me. Am I the reason your pussy is so fucking hot and wet right now?”

I nodded, desperate for him to keep touching me.

My answer must’ve satisfied him because then he was moving again. Faster, rougher. Zero to sixty in a bare second. My nerves screamed as sensations raced along each one, setting my body on fire.

With a cry barely muffled against his hand, I came. My pussy clenched around him, and I rode his fingers as it dragged on and on, emptying me of everything. He nuzzled my neck as I came down, the hand between my thighs petting and soothing me while he eased the other hand from my mouth and stroked my hair.

Once my legs could hold me again, he straightened and, keeping my gaze, he slipped his fingers into his mouth and licked them clean.

“Delicious,” he said, watching as my cheeks turned red. “Next time, I’ll get it straight from the source.”

My knees trembled. I didn’t bother saying there wouldn’t be a next time. I’d just discovered I had a fatal weakness.

“I’m picking you up Friday evening and we’re going to a club. I think it’s time you see my world.”

His world? Somehow, I didn’t think that had anything to do with his family or his business. It was something else entirely.

I was in a daze as he adjusted my clothes and smoothed my hair.

“You’re not going to speak to me?” he asked as the silence stretched between us.

“I’m trying to figure out if I should and why I should,” I said as I gathered myself mentally.

“You’re still mad.” He inclined his head as if he didn’t quite understand what was happening.

“An orgasm doesn’t undo you acting like a domineering asshole and coming in here, making decisions for me.” My body was still alight with need for more, but my temper had snapped back to the forefront, and I crossed my arms over my chest, desperately wishing for distance now. “You hadnoright coming in here like that and telling my parents you’re my boyfriend. This…thing is yourexperiment, remember? It’s business. You’ve got no right involving them—ortheir feelings.”

“How did I involve their feelings?” he challenged.

Shoving away from the door, I moved closer. “How do you think my father would feel if he knew I was just in here getting felt up by a man who is basically paying me to marry him—and I’m doing it so my parents don’t lose their store?”

His jaw went tight and anger flashed in the depths of his eyes.

“I don’t want to sleep with you because I’m not a whore,” I said tightly. “And it’s going to be damned hard to figure out where the line is if I sleep with you—and how do I remind myself of that? How do I convince my parents of that if I’m fucking you?”

“The deal remains whether or not we fuck, Jessica. Think of it as another matter entirely if you wish. But I want you in my bed, and I’m not planning on giving up on it, though I will always respect yourno.” He gripped my chin and held me still as he kissed me once more, hard and fast. “But you’re right about one thing. I shouldn’t have come here as I did. I apologize. I’ll leave.”

And while I was still weak in the knees, he did just that. As he slipped out, I clung to the table and closed my eyes.

Another fourteen and a half months of this…how the fuck was I supposed to handle that?

SIXTEEN

DERRICK

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