Page 43 of Texting the CEO's Obsession
“I know.” I guide her away from the thick of it all, toward the room I had Thomas set up. “You’ll do great when we get there, but there’s no need to worry about all that tonight. I got us a private room.”
She relaxes slightly as I lead her toward the back wall of the room, where a row of private suites awaits.
“Boy Scout, huh?” she teases.
I nip at her neck, just hard enough to make her gasp. “I’m always prepared for anything.”
She giggles as I tap in our access code and tug the door open, gesturing her inside. The room isn’t huge, but it’s well-appointed. A large, comfortable bed rests in the center, with nightstands stocked with lube, condoms, towels, and bottles of water on either side of it. A small toy chest sits at the foot of the bed, holding a few select impact pieces that are favorites of mine, along with a couple vibrators. I don’t intend to use anything but my hands and my cock tonight, but I’m always prepared.
A floor-to-ceiling mirror rests on the wall opposite the bed, just to the side of the door, and my blood rushes in anticipation. She doesn’t know it yet, but that mirror is one of the biggest parts of my plans for the night.
“Sit, Princess.”
I nod my head toward the edge of the bed right in front of the mirror, and she takes a seat without question, looking up at me as I crowd in beside her, tugging her face closer so she has no choice but to notice how hard I am for her. Her mouth dropsopen in silent invitation. If I didn’t have this planned out, I’d be tempted to bury my cock down her throat right now.
“Such a good girl for me already. Look in the mirror so you can see just how pretty you are.”
She glances up to meet my eyes before following my instruction, taking in the sight of the two of us in the mirror, side by side. Her arm is wrapped around my thigh, her shoulder pressed into my hip as I trace my fingertips over the bare skin of her neck and down toward her collarbone.
“Want to know a secret?” I murmur, sliding one of the straps of her dress down her shoulder.
She nods, enraptured at the sight.
“It’s a two-way mirror.” She stiffens, glancing up at me nervously, and I trail my hand down her jaw reassuringly. “There’s a curtain on the other side. No one can see anything right now.”
Her eyes flick back and forth between me and the mirror, nerves and excitement battling on her features.
“But you want them to,” she says hesitantly.
“I do. I want to show you off to everyone who can’t have you.” My voice dips down into something possessive as I wrap my hand around her throat. I don’t squeeze, don’t apply any pressure, just hold her there. “I want to make you feel good, Princess. And I want everyone to see that I’m the only one who can handle you.”
Her pulse jumps under my palm, fluttering erratically as she licks her lips. I step away from her side and stand in front of her, blocking her view of the mirror so she has nothing to look at butme. I want her to make this decision when all she can see is the desire in my eyes.
“Now that you know what you’re getting yourself into,” I tell her, taking my place between her thighs again before tipping her chin up with one finger, “you can ask for what you want.”
A soft noise slips from between her lips, something between arousal and fear, and it sounds like victory.
I want to drink down the conflicted look in her eyes, the way she leans into my touch even though I can see how nervous she is. She struggles to find words for a moment, but when she starts talking, they pour out of her mouth like she can’t stop.
“I—I want this.You. I want to see you,” she pleads, and I know even without the words being said what she’s really asking for. “I think about you all the time. I have since we met. I want this,us, to be more. Texting and imagining aren’t enough. I… can I see your face? Please? I want to know who you are.”
I can’t help the grin that stretches across my face. Her rambling only further shows just how truly nervous I make her.
It’s not a surprise that she’d ask for that, and expecting her to figure out my identity on her own is a bit too much. The mind is a powerful thing, and she has no reason to believe that her mystery man has anything to do with her CEO boss that sits in the office just beside her own. She probably hasn’t connected the two of us at all, except maybe in her fantasies.
If I could share her withmyself, I might be able to set aside my jealousy long enough to absolutely ruin her.
Luckily for me, I happen to be everything she wants in one package.
“That’s a lot to ask for from a man like me, Miss Morgan.” It’s not that I’m unwilling, or even that I don’t want to, but I love how flustered she gets when I tease her. “Would you take yours off so easily?”
Surprisingly, she doesn’t hesitate to pull hers off, the cobalt lace catching slightly in her hair before she tosses it aside. Those sweet hazel eyes are so soft and so trusting, and the sight of her like this makes meravenous.
“You just have to ask, and I’ll give it to you,” she whispers.
Like giving everything to me is the easiest thing she’s ever done.
I lean down, starving for another taste of her, and take her mouth in a hungry kiss. She melts into my touch instantly, those glossy lips parting for my tongue as an eager moan slips into my mouth along with her tongue.
