Page 49 of Texting the CEO's Obsession
Climbing back into bed with her, I tug the blankets up to cover us before I pull her close to my chest. She nuzzles into me, wrapping her arms around me, making the sweetest little noisesas she comes down from her high, while I pepper gentle kisses across her face.
“You did so well for me, Princess,” I murmur against her cheek. “You’re even better than I imagined.”
“Imagine me a lot?” she asks with a giggle, still a bit unfocused as she grins up at me playfully.
“Constantly.”
Her smile turns soft and adoring as she pulls me down for a lazy, sweet kiss. I keep her close to me, protected in my arms, right where she belongs. It feels too perfect,tooright, like letting go of her will ruin me.
“I do hope you know I’m not letting you go now,” I explain as I idly trace my thumb along the line of her collarbone. “You’re mine, Riley.”
She makes a soft sound, reassuring and thrilled in equal measure, and tucks her face into my throat. I can feel her lips curve in a blissed-out smile as her nails skate aimlessly over my back.
“Guess I’m lucky that there’s no place I’d rather be,” she replies as she tilts her head back to meet my gaze. “I’m yours, Nick.”
“Such a good girl.”
She was better than I dared to dream, so responsive I’d almost believe I’m the only person to have ever touched her. She took everything I gave her so beautifully, and now that she’s floating in her afterglow, it’s time to take care of her. If I didn’t want to see her cozy and fast asleep in my own bed, I’d tell Thomas to leave me a set of keys and let her rest, but it’s time to take her home.
She makes a series of sleepy noises when I lean over her to pull the drawer of the nightstand open. As expected, several neatly folded bathrobes rest inside. I pull out one and sit up, chuckling when Riley pouts and lets out a disapproving huff. She slits her eyes open to look at me pitifully as I sit up.
“Hush, let me take care of you.” I tug her up and drape the robe over her shoulders, laughing under my breath at the way she lets me move her around like a ragdoll, not an ounce of tension in her body. “You worked hard, you need to rest.”
“I don’t know if I can relax when there might still be people outside,” she mumbles.
It sounds more like she’s apologizing for being unable to follow my instruction than like a complaint. The thought of her putting my expectations first even after behaving so perfectly for me warms my heart and sends a bolt of heat to my cock.
If I hadn’t just come, I’d be tempted to toss her back down and ravish her all over again.
“Don’t worry your pretty head about that,” I tell her. “I’m taking you home so I can take care of you properly.”
She doesn’t put up any more argument after that, letting me drape her in the robe and tie it tight around her waist. I redress myself quickly, not paying any attention to the creases in my clothes from tearing them off so quickly. Her clothes and our masks get bundled up into a drawstring bag in the drawer of the other nightstand, and then I scoop her up into my arms.
A surprised gasp falls from her lips as she clings to my shoulders, blinking rapidly while she gets her bearings.
A soft chuckle escapes me as I stare down at her. “I told you, Princess—I’m going to take care of you. Afterall, you aremine.”
I wake up with my blankets tangled around my ankles and Riley Morgan tangled in my arms.
It’s only natural to be unbearably pleased with myself after having fucked her to unconsciousness last night. I had her twice more after we got back from The Echelon, too hungry for her after waiting so long. The ache in my thighs is almost as satisfying as the hickey blooming on her chest.
I tuck a tangled lock of her hair behind her ear, idly tracing my fingers in mindless patterns over her bare shoulder until those sweet hazel eyes flutter open.
“Good morning,” she murmurs, her voice thick with sleep.
“It certainly is.” I grin smugly as I run a hand through her messy mane of hair, tugging lightly on a few strands. “You look good in my bed, Princess.”
She flushes, somehow innocent even in nothing but the lacy panties she fell asleep in last night. I pull her to me, taking her lips, slow and hot as I roll her beneath me. Her thighs part for me easily, willowy arms wrapping around my shoulders, tugging me closer. It’s like she wasmadefor me.
Pinning her wrists to the bed, I chuckle at the soft gasp that slips from her mouth. She trembles in excitement as I trail my lips across her jaw, down the column of her neck, steadily moving lower and lower.
“I was planning on taking you out to eat,” I say as I kiss down her sternum, keeping her hips firmly pinned to the bed. “I’m starting to think breakfast in bed is a better idea.”
I drag my lips down over the sensitive skin of her stomach, grinning at the way she shivers. My stubble is a bit longer than I usually keep it, but she seems to like the scratch, arching up into my mouth as I lick lower.
“Fuck, Nick.” She whimpers at the tease, rolling her head back against the pillows and jolting when I nip at her hip. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
A low and encouraging laugh escapes me as I bend my head between her thighs, ghosting featherlight kisses over the fabric of her panties. An act that causes her to deliciously arch her back as a pleading whine spills from her lips.
