Page 54 of Texting the CEO's Obsession
She flushes bright red across the bridge of her nose, and it makes me want toruinher.
I’ve been chained to my desk since the data breach last weekend, combing through files to make sure everything is accurate andensuring that nothing potentially catastrophic was leaked. All we’ve managed to uncover is that the mainframe was accessed remotely through an internal server. IT suspects it was a virus downloaded onto one of the computers, but they’re having trouble tracking it down.
Riley and I have been texting nonstop, and I’ve spent several nights listening to her babble on the phone while I’m stuck at work, but it’s not the same. Five days apart is entirely too much.
I need herhere, pressed up against me, warm and soft and willing.
“Come here, Princess,” I say, swiveling in my chair and patting my thigh. “Come join me.”
That flush spreads further, turning her face such a pretty shade of pink that I’m tempted to cancel the rest of my day and spend it driving her insane with pleasure.
“The door’s unlocked,” she says shyly.
She still stands from her seat and rounds the edge of the conference table to take a seat in my lap anyway.
“I have a meeting in half an hour.” I grin as I tug her closer, hiking the hem of her skirt up just a bit so I can trace my fingers over the outside of her thigh. “Don’t worry about the door; Sloane’s never early.”
I don’t want to think about my meeting or about Sloane’s shitty report that I have to ream her out over, not when I’ve got Riley’s ass pressed up against my rapidly hardening cock.
Her hair is down for once. I take advantage of that to tangle my fingers in it and yank her close. She gasps at the sudden movement, and I grin wickedly before taking her lips in a violentkiss. I’m starving for her, hungry every time she’s not in my arms. I don’t bother to restrain myself now.
She lets out a pleased little noise against my mouth, parting her lips easily when I swipe my tongue over them. She tastes like the green tea I always see her drinking and spearmint gum, and I can’t get enough of it.
Can’t get enough ofher.
My fingers tighten on her hips until I’m certain I’ll be leaving bruises behind. The thought only serves to make me even harder, and I groan into her mouth as I grind up against her.
“Nick,” she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders through the fabric of my button down.
If I had any control left, the way her hips roll down against mine would shatter it.
I lift her without thought, pinning her down onto the glossy surface of the conference table and bullying my way between her thighs. There’s not enough time to fuck her, not with how hot the need searing through my veins is.
A taste will have to be enough to tide me over until I can sink inside her properly.
I hike her skirt up to her hips impatiently as I kiss her, drinking down every shocked sound of arousal that spills from her mouth. Her panties are lace, something delicate and pink, and I tear them down to her ankles without a second thought. I have no intention of giving them back to her.
“Nick, wait,” she mumbles against my lips.
Her eyes are wide when I pull back, but I keep mine locked onto hers as I sink to my knees, tugging her to the edge of the conference table. I refuse to look away with how deliciously she responds to me. Pressing teasing kisses on the inside of her thigh, I scrape my teeth against her, causing a playful grin to cross her lips as her lashes flutter in pleasure.
“You want me to wait?” I ask, my voice low and dark as I flick my tongue out against the crease of her thigh.
Her breath hitches in her chest as she props herself up on her elbows to watch me. Despite the nervous glances she casts toward the door, her hips twitch every time my stubble scrapes across her skin.
“No,” she finally whispers, spreading her thighs in silent permission. “I need you.”
“There’s my good girl,” I praise, smug and victorious.
My grin doesn’t fade as I dip my head between her legs, pleasure coursing through me the second I get my mouth on her. I’ve never been the giving type, preferring to take my own pleasure while my partner enjoys themself, but the soft whine that slips from between Riley’s teeth has me rethinking my MO.
She’s already soaking wet, drenching my chin as she bucks her hips against my face, my cock throbbing in my slacks at the taste of her.
As much as I’d like to take my time and work her up until she’s screaming, the clock’s ticking. If I don’t have her come on my tongue by the time my meeting rolls around, I don’t think I’ll survive.
I wrap my lips around her clit and chuckle when her back arches clean off the desk. My hands find her hips, pinning her down so I can feast while she digs her nails into my forearms, trying and failing to muffle the noises of pleasure that spill from her mouth. She claps one hand over her face when I slide two fingers inside of her, muffling the squeal that tears free from her lungs.
I don’t give her a moment’s reprieve, letting myself get messy as I rub my fingertips against the spot inside of her that makes her whole body tense up.
