The CEO Buys In
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For a moment, he looked flabbergasted. Then a strained smile curved his gorgeously male lips. “Don’t mess with a highly aroused but unsatisfied man,” he warned. “Or you may find yourself in an awkward position.”
She almost challenged him, just to find out what position he meant. Instead, she stroked her palm down the rock-hard erection tenting his trousers. “Let me ease your frustration.”
He captured her hand and lifted it to his lips for a kiss, his breath caressing her skin as he said, “I want to come inside you the first time.”
His words knocked her breathless. “Oh.”
He swept her bra off the desk and held it up by both straps. “Put this on so I can undress you in my bedroom.”
As she shoved her arms through the straps and he wrapped the elastic around to her back and deftly hooked it, she became conscious of the fact that she still sat with her skirt rucked up to her hips and Trainor between her splayed thighs. Yet his touch was so careful and attentive as he held her blouse for her to slide her arms into that she felt no awkwardness.
That would come later.
After buttoning her blouse and helping her find the pins to retwist the bun he’d set free, Trainor shrugged into his shirt and, without bothering to button it, took her hand to lead her out the door. He stopped at a touch pad to press his thumb against one corner before they stepped into the elevator.
“What’s that for?” Chloe asked as the elevator soared upward to the third floor of the penthouse.
“Privacy. So the staff knows what part of the house to stay away from.”
“I see.” What she saw was that maybe having a horde of people at your beck and call had some drawbacks. “Have you ever been, er, interrupted?”
He looked down at her with a frown. “No.”
“Good to know.” Although she suspected that if a staff member wandered into a private moment, he or she would remove himself or herself without the boss being aware of it.
He must have heard some skepticism in her voice. “My bedroom is off-limits at all times, unless I specifically call for someone.”
That made her feel somewhat better. “What about your office?” She imagined Ed walking in when she was half-undressed.
“The same.”
At least she could relax in two rooms of his house.
Nathan decided not to mention the security cameras. Those got turned off by the privacy switch too, but he could see Chloe’s mood beginning to shift. Some women found the display of wealth a turn-on. His temp was not one of them.
He picked up the pace, hurrying her through the door of his bedroom and locking it behind them. Anticipation burned through his veins. He wanted to bury himself deep inside her gloriously responsive body and let loose all the pent-up tension inside him.
She stopped just inside the door. Giving her no chance to change her mind, he stepped behind her so he could wrap his arms around to palm her breasts and pull her back against him. He bent to find the sensitive skin just behind her ear and felt her body soften against his. His erection was nestled against the sweet curve of her behind, and he flexed his hips to make sure she could feel it.
Her sharp inhale told him she had.
He massaged her breasts, savoring the weight of them filling his hands and the way she shuddered when he pressed against her hard nipples. He drew in the scent of her, a mingling of a lemony shampoo, warm feminine skin, and the tangy edge of her orgasm still lingering on his hand. The memory of having his fingers inside her made him slide one hand down to press the fabric of her skirt between her legs.
She hummed out a breath.
Now that he was sure she was in the right frame of mind, he slipped his arm around her waist and led her across what seemed a vast expanse to his bed. The medical equipment had been cleared out so it no longer looked like an ER.
He held her against him as he jerked open the drawer of his bedside table and grabbed a handful of condoms. Never again was he going to be caught without them when Chloe was around.
She turned and sat on the bed before holding out her hand. “Allow me.”
All his good intentions about taking it slowly went up in a flash of smoke. As she ripped open the foil packet, he unbuckled his belt and wrenched down the zipper of his trousers. The relief of letting his erection spring loose was exquisite. Even more exquisite was the soft touch of her fingers as she tugged down his boxers and stroked her palm along his cock.
“The condom,” he ground out, feeling his control slip.
“Right.” She smoothed it on him and then he snapped, pushing her backward onto the bed so he could shove her skirt up her thighs and yank her panties down and off over her hot high heels. He took a split second to appreciate the sight of her sprawled back on his bed before he stepped between the thighs she opened for him, grasped her hips, and drove fully into the warm grasp of her liquid heat. She cried out as he seated himself inside her—a wild, inflaming sound.
But he didn’t move. He was memorizing the soft flesh of her buttocks in his hands, the delicious pressure of her enclosing him, and the strange certainty that this was right in some way.
Then she kicked off her shoes and pulled up her knees, bracing her feet on the edge of the bed so she could lever her hips upward to give him better access. Her movement incited him to action. He withdrew almost completely and then drove into her again, watching the pleasure wash across her face.
“Say my name,” he said, wanting to hear her voice.
“Trainor,” she murmured.
He pulled back and thrust in as he spoke. “Nathan.”
She almost challenged him, just to find out what position he meant. Instead, she stroked her palm down the rock-hard erection tenting his trousers. “Let me ease your frustration.”
He captured her hand and lifted it to his lips for a kiss, his breath caressing her skin as he said, “I want to come inside you the first time.”
His words knocked her breathless. “Oh.”
He swept her bra off the desk and held it up by both straps. “Put this on so I can undress you in my bedroom.”
As she shoved her arms through the straps and he wrapped the elastic around to her back and deftly hooked it, she became conscious of the fact that she still sat with her skirt rucked up to her hips and Trainor between her splayed thighs. Yet his touch was so careful and attentive as he held her blouse for her to slide her arms into that she felt no awkwardness.
That would come later.
After buttoning her blouse and helping her find the pins to retwist the bun he’d set free, Trainor shrugged into his shirt and, without bothering to button it, took her hand to lead her out the door. He stopped at a touch pad to press his thumb against one corner before they stepped into the elevator.
“What’s that for?” Chloe asked as the elevator soared upward to the third floor of the penthouse.
“Privacy. So the staff knows what part of the house to stay away from.”
“I see.” What she saw was that maybe having a horde of people at your beck and call had some drawbacks. “Have you ever been, er, interrupted?”
He looked down at her with a frown. “No.”
“Good to know.” Although she suspected that if a staff member wandered into a private moment, he or she would remove himself or herself without the boss being aware of it.
He must have heard some skepticism in her voice. “My bedroom is off-limits at all times, unless I specifically call for someone.”
That made her feel somewhat better. “What about your office?” She imagined Ed walking in when she was half-undressed.
“The same.”
At least she could relax in two rooms of his house.
Nathan decided not to mention the security cameras. Those got turned off by the privacy switch too, but he could see Chloe’s mood beginning to shift. Some women found the display of wealth a turn-on. His temp was not one of them.
He picked up the pace, hurrying her through the door of his bedroom and locking it behind them. Anticipation burned through his veins. He wanted to bury himself deep inside her gloriously responsive body and let loose all the pent-up tension inside him.
She stopped just inside the door. Giving her no chance to change her mind, he stepped behind her so he could wrap his arms around to palm her breasts and pull her back against him. He bent to find the sensitive skin just behind her ear and felt her body soften against his. His erection was nestled against the sweet curve of her behind, and he flexed his hips to make sure she could feel it.
Her sharp inhale told him she had.
He massaged her breasts, savoring the weight of them filling his hands and the way she shuddered when he pressed against her hard nipples. He drew in the scent of her, a mingling of a lemony shampoo, warm feminine skin, and the tangy edge of her orgasm still lingering on his hand. The memory of having his fingers inside her made him slide one hand down to press the fabric of her skirt between her legs.
She hummed out a breath.
Now that he was sure she was in the right frame of mind, he slipped his arm around her waist and led her across what seemed a vast expanse to his bed. The medical equipment had been cleared out so it no longer looked like an ER.
He held her against him as he jerked open the drawer of his bedside table and grabbed a handful of condoms. Never again was he going to be caught without them when Chloe was around.
She turned and sat on the bed before holding out her hand. “Allow me.”
All his good intentions about taking it slowly went up in a flash of smoke. As she ripped open the foil packet, he unbuckled his belt and wrenched down the zipper of his trousers. The relief of letting his erection spring loose was exquisite. Even more exquisite was the soft touch of her fingers as she tugged down his boxers and stroked her palm along his cock.
“The condom,” he ground out, feeling his control slip.
“Right.” She smoothed it on him and then he snapped, pushing her backward onto the bed so he could shove her skirt up her thighs and yank her panties down and off over her hot high heels. He took a split second to appreciate the sight of her sprawled back on his bed before he stepped between the thighs she opened for him, grasped her hips, and drove fully into the warm grasp of her liquid heat. She cried out as he seated himself inside her—a wild, inflaming sound.
But he didn’t move. He was memorizing the soft flesh of her buttocks in his hands, the delicious pressure of her enclosing him, and the strange certainty that this was right in some way.
Then she kicked off her shoes and pulled up her knees, bracing her feet on the edge of the bed so she could lever her hips upward to give him better access. Her movement incited him to action. He withdrew almost completely and then drove into her again, watching the pleasure wash across her face.
“Say my name,” he said, wanting to hear her voice.
“Trainor,” she murmured.
He pulled back and thrust in as he spoke. “Nathan.”
