Page 15 of Mr. CEO's Secret Baby

The next day, I woke up feeling like all the emotion and feeling had been squeezed out of me. I knew I couldn't stay in that room forever, so I got up and got dressed. As I made my way to the living room, I saw Jack sitting on the couch, looking pensive and remorseful.

I looked into his eyes and saw the pain and regret etched there. And for some reason, I couldn't bring myself to stay mad at him. My night of crying seemed to release years of pent up anger and hurt. And now I was empty.

Tears filled my eyes as I stood up and walked over to him. Without a word, I sat next to him and threw my arms around his neck, and we hugged each other tightly.

"I forgive you," I whispered into his ear, my voice shaking with emotion.

He pulled back, and without warning, he leaned in and kissed me. I felt a jolt of electricity shoot through me as his lips met mine, and I responded eagerly, kissing him back with all the passion and intensity that had been building up inside me for years.

The kiss was like setting sparks to the cabin around us and letting it burn down, taking the anger and hurt and turning them into ash.

We were perfectly in sync. Each movement was perfection, like our bodies remembered each other. Like they yearned for each other. I was completely lost in the sensation. I was lost in Jack and his fresh air smell.

Jack ran a hand down my ponytail, gently pulling my hair tie off and letting the waves of my hair fall freely around my shoulders. His hand firmly gripped the back of my head, holding me to him. With his other skilled hand, he shifted me closer to him as his fingertips dug into my waist.

A soft moan escaped my lips as he tugged on the loose strands of my hair. I took everything Jack had to give, and I poured everything I could into that kiss.

We pulled apart, our foreheads touching, both gasping for breath, hearts beating a mile a minute. I felt the pink on my cheeks and saw the wild spark in Jack’s gray eyes.

It was subconscious instinct that had me climbing into his lap, straddling him and kissing him again. Our bodies were pressed tightly together, but still with too much denim and fabric between us. Still, my hands swept Jack’s body, sneaking under the hem of his flannel. My exploring fingers were rewarded with the valleys and hills of his chiseled frame.

I felt the dampness between my legs and the hardness behind Jack’s zipper.

Jack pulled back and looked at me, his eyes heavy with desire.

“Maya.” My name, a husky whisper on his lips, had me completely lost. There was no turning back now.

Without hesitation, I took his hand and led him to his bedroom. We stood there for a moment, our eyes locked in a fierce gaze, and then I reached up and pulled him into another deep, passionate kiss.

Jack’s hands hungrily explored the swell of my breasts through my sweater and the curves of my hips through my jeans. I moaned in pleasure and anticipation.

His hand skated under the hem of my sweater and the skin-on-skin touch sent goosebumps running across my skin. Slowly, he peeled the offending fabric away, leaving me in my pale pink lace bra. The coolness of the room took my body temperature down a notch and brought me back to the brink of sanity.

Until Jack began dropping kisses down my neck, my collarbone, and the top of one breast, as his fingers swept across my nipples through the lace. I moaned loudly and threw my head back at the beautiful feeling of his touch. I missed his touch so much.

He reached around my back and skillfully opened the clasp of my bra, letting the fabric fall to the floor. I arched my back as he took one of my nipples into his mouth, his tongue flicking sweetly against it, sending waves of pleasure through me.

I vaguely heard myself moan his name as one hand slipped beneath the waistband of my jeans and into my underwear. I gasped when his finger trailed over my clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body.

Without a word, he pulled down my jeans and underwear in one move, and I stepped out of them, standing there naked before him. He took a step back and looked at me, his eyes filled with desire.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice thick with need.

And then he was on me, his mouth on mine, his hands exploring every inch of my body. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my thigh, and I reached down to stroke it, feeling it grow even harder beneath my touch.

He moved his hand down, his fingers sliding inside me, and I gasped in pleasure as he began to move, his thumb rubbing against my clit.

I could feel my orgasm building, and I knew I was close, but then he suddenly stopped. I whimpered in protest.

"Not yet.” His voice was low and husky. "I want to taste you."

He gently pushed me back onto the bed and spread my legs apart, his mouth descending on the exact right spot. I moaned as his tongue flicked against my clit, his fingers slipping inside me, and I writhed beneath him. His tongue was magic and once again, I felt the orgasm build inside of me.

And then…he stopped.

I cried out.

"Not yet," he gently scolded, nipping my lower lip and grinning at me wickedly.

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