Page 7 of Possessive CEO

Without a warning, she launches herself to me, wrapping her arms around my neck. She’s so tiny I don’t even lose my balance. I hold her close, belatedly realizing something down there is already standing at attention.

She notices it and pulls back a little, arms still around me. “Ethan? What?”

“The things you do to me, angel. The things you do to me.”

“But…but we just met the other day.”

“Does it matter? You feel it too, don’t you?”

She bites her bottom lip and nods shyly, blush creeping on her cheeks and neck. I try to push my luck and press her to my rigid manhood. Her mouth opens slightly, and her breath catches.

But she doesn’t move. She doesn’t ask me to put her down.

So I take another risk. I keep one arm around her ass to keep her up while another arm grabs her face gently. She’s only inches from me, and her breathing is ragged, pupils blown wide.

“Ethan…”

My lips capture hers in a kiss. It starts out slowly, my mouth slanting to hers, tongue probing her to open up for me. When she does, I deepen the kiss, letting my tongue explore the hollow of her mouth, swallowing every moan and whimper.

I wrap her legs around my waist and she locks them at the ankle. I back her against the wall, rocking my hips forward, nothing but a few pieces of clothing separating us.

Something vibrates, which only adds to the friction. She pulls away from me, breathing hard and flushed. “I have…I have to answer this,” she rasps.

I lower her and step back, smirking at the way she’s trying to even her breathing even if she still sounds like she just ran a marathon. “H-hello?”

Clearing her throat, she tries again. “Hello, Mel? What’s up?”

I lean against the wooden table and cross my arms, noting the way she flicks her eyes everywhere except to me.

“Y-yeah. I wasn’t at the cafe. I quit… No! That’s not it. Listen, I’ll tell you everything when I get home, okay? Don’t worry about your swimming lessons. I got it. I’ve got news for you and Mom. Okay, okay. Bye.”

She slips her phone into her back pocket and shrugs shyly. “Sorry. It’s my little sister.”

“You don’t have to apologize for anything, angel. Just a quick question.”

“What is it?” she asks as she locks her fingers behind her back and busies herself checking out the ceiling like it’s the most interesting thing in this place.

“Why are you avoiding my eyes? Do you regret that kiss?”

She turns around so fast. “What?! No!”

“Then why?”

Emily opens her mouth and closes it again. She looks at my shoes, the counter behind me, the walls, the door, and the floor before lifting her eyes to meet mine. “I just…I don’t know the protocol.”

“Protocol?”

“You know…”

“No, I don’t know. Spell it out for me, angel. You should never worry about saying the wrong thing around me.”

Her face is beet red and she runs a hand through her hair, which is already out of its bun. “I don’t really know what people do after they kiss. Do they talk like nothing happened? Do they discuss the kiss itself? Do they ask the other people how was it or is that considered rude? I mean… Are you laughing at me?”

I stand up and walk toward her. She steps back until her calves hit a table. Tipping her face up to me and brushing my lips lightly over hers, I whisper, “I’m not laughing at you, angel. I’m wondering how I got so lucky to be your first kiss.”

She shakes her head vigorously and waves her hands. “What? Why are you assuming it’s my first kiss?”

“If it’s not, you wouldn’t be wondering what people do afterward.”

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