The CEO Buys In
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“You found the perfect dress,” Nathan said, turning his charm on Faye, “but it needs lingerie to match. Would you mind choosing a few possibilities while we wait here?”
Chloe felt the embarrassment reddening her cheeks as Faye nodded with a knowing look in her eye. “I’ll bring a selection.” The personal shopper glided out of the dressing room, closing the door behind her with an audible click.
Nathan scanned the room from floor to ceiling. “Only one camera. They trust their customers.” He dropped her hand and pulled a small black gizmo out of his pocket to fiddle with a couple of buttons. “Now let’s leave the room empty for a moment.” He opened the door for her.
Chloe stepped outside with Nathan following behind her. He closed the door and waited a minute before pushing more buttons on the gadget and pointing it toward the camera in the ceiling.
“I feel like I’m in a Julian Best movie,” she said.
“Julian Best would sneer at something this basic,” Nathan said, pocketing the gizmo. “But now the security video will show an empty room for as long as we need it.”
Chloe felt the oxygen leave her lungs as Nathan held the door wide, his eyes blazing with desire. “We have to be careful with the dress,” she squeaked as she walked through the door. Suddenly the multiple mirrors seemed shiny with sinful decadence.
“No ripping,” Nathan promised, leading her to the center of the room and stepping behind her. He took the bag and shawl, and then unzipped her dress so expertly that she wondered how many times he’d done it before. She felt the drift of air on her bare skin, and then he was stripping the fabric from her shoulders and shoving it down over her hips.
As it puddled on the floor, Chloe stepped carefully out of the dress. Before she could pick it up, Nathan had hooked it up off the floor and tossed it over the stool set in one corner. “It won’t be there long enough to wrinkle,” he said.
Then he came up close behind her and splayed one hand over her belly to pull her against his erection while the other covered her breast. He was watching their reflection in the mirror, the heat in his eyes refracting from the glass and spreading through her body. “I’d like to take more time to enjoy this picture, but we have a deadline.”
He skimmed his hand inside her panties. She knew he would feel how wet she already was. A low groan vibrated through him as he slipped his fingers into her. She shuddered with pleasure at the pressure. “Ah, Chloe, I want to do so many things to you right now.”
“I just want you inside me,” she panted.
And then his fingers were gone, leaving her feeling empty and yearning. He yanked her lace panties down to her knees, letting them fall from there. Chloe kicked out of them as she felt his fingers at the hook of her bra. The lace fell from her breasts, leaving her naked except for the spangled heels. The curves of her body seemed tender and vulnerable framed by the navy of Nathan’s suit. When he wrapped his arm across her waist, the dark sleeve of his jacket looked and felt almost like a restraint. She shook with the intensity of her arousal.
He nipped at the side of her neck, driving her even wilder. She rubbed her bottom against the erection she could feel through the wool of his trousers. Another groan tore from his throat, and he released her abruptly to unzip his fly and pull a foil envelope from his pocket. She turned to take the condom from him and stroke it down over his cock, making him hiss and throw his head back.
He took her wrists and towed her to the hanging rack, spinning her back to it before he pulled her hands up over her head and wrapped her fingers around the bar. She held on tightly as he gripped her buttocks to lift her and open her thighs. She felt the head of his cock brush against her in a perfect combination of hard and soft. He brought her down as he flexed his hips upward, burying himself deep inside her. The delicious sensation of being filled all at once wrenched a cry of pleasure from her throat.
“Shh!” he warned, but he was smiling like a wolf, wild and predatory.
She wrapped her legs around his hips and locked her ankles behind him, using the bar to leverage herself hard against him. The friction sent a thrill spiraling through her, so she arched backward. He pulled away and thrust back into her, his fingers digging into the soft skin of her behind as he moved and angled her. Then his hair was brushing her shoulder as he bent to take one nipple into his mouth and graze it with his teeth. Pure sensation shot from her breast to the coil of tension deep in her belly. Her muscles rippled into a clench around Nathan’s cock. He sucked at her breast and her muscles tightened again.
“That’s it,” he muttered against her skin before he lifted his head to capture her gaze. He shifted his grip and began to stroke in and out of her in a hard, driving rhythm. She watched the build of lust in his eyes as he pushed them both closer and closer to their release. She felt the moment of suspense as she balanced on the edge, and then her entire body seemed to burst into a supernova of orgasm, making her fling her head back and hang onto the rod for dear life as her internal muscles clamped around Nathan’s sensual invasion.
She felt him seat himself even deeper to reach his own climax, nearly bruising her with the convulsive strength of his hands. For a long moment, they stayed bowed against each other, riding their climaxes together. And then he was cradling her in his arms as the aftershocks continued to shudder through her.
“You can let go,” he murmured, taking all her weight. She unwrapped her suddenly cramped fingers from the bar and draped her arms limply over Nathan’s shoulders. Gazing past his head into the repeating reflections of the angled mirrors, she got a delicious shock from the sight of his hands on her bare bottom. She shifted, her breasts brushing against the fabric of his jacket, which made her internal muscles shiver again.
Chloe felt the embarrassment reddening her cheeks as Faye nodded with a knowing look in her eye. “I’ll bring a selection.” The personal shopper glided out of the dressing room, closing the door behind her with an audible click.
Nathan scanned the room from floor to ceiling. “Only one camera. They trust their customers.” He dropped her hand and pulled a small black gizmo out of his pocket to fiddle with a couple of buttons. “Now let’s leave the room empty for a moment.” He opened the door for her.
Chloe stepped outside with Nathan following behind her. He closed the door and waited a minute before pushing more buttons on the gadget and pointing it toward the camera in the ceiling.
“I feel like I’m in a Julian Best movie,” she said.
“Julian Best would sneer at something this basic,” Nathan said, pocketing the gizmo. “But now the security video will show an empty room for as long as we need it.”
Chloe felt the oxygen leave her lungs as Nathan held the door wide, his eyes blazing with desire. “We have to be careful with the dress,” she squeaked as she walked through the door. Suddenly the multiple mirrors seemed shiny with sinful decadence.
“No ripping,” Nathan promised, leading her to the center of the room and stepping behind her. He took the bag and shawl, and then unzipped her dress so expertly that she wondered how many times he’d done it before. She felt the drift of air on her bare skin, and then he was stripping the fabric from her shoulders and shoving it down over her hips.
As it puddled on the floor, Chloe stepped carefully out of the dress. Before she could pick it up, Nathan had hooked it up off the floor and tossed it over the stool set in one corner. “It won’t be there long enough to wrinkle,” he said.
Then he came up close behind her and splayed one hand over her belly to pull her against his erection while the other covered her breast. He was watching their reflection in the mirror, the heat in his eyes refracting from the glass and spreading through her body. “I’d like to take more time to enjoy this picture, but we have a deadline.”
He skimmed his hand inside her panties. She knew he would feel how wet she already was. A low groan vibrated through him as he slipped his fingers into her. She shuddered with pleasure at the pressure. “Ah, Chloe, I want to do so many things to you right now.”
“I just want you inside me,” she panted.
And then his fingers were gone, leaving her feeling empty and yearning. He yanked her lace panties down to her knees, letting them fall from there. Chloe kicked out of them as she felt his fingers at the hook of her bra. The lace fell from her breasts, leaving her naked except for the spangled heels. The curves of her body seemed tender and vulnerable framed by the navy of Nathan’s suit. When he wrapped his arm across her waist, the dark sleeve of his jacket looked and felt almost like a restraint. She shook with the intensity of her arousal.
He nipped at the side of her neck, driving her even wilder. She rubbed her bottom against the erection she could feel through the wool of his trousers. Another groan tore from his throat, and he released her abruptly to unzip his fly and pull a foil envelope from his pocket. She turned to take the condom from him and stroke it down over his cock, making him hiss and throw his head back.
He took her wrists and towed her to the hanging rack, spinning her back to it before he pulled her hands up over her head and wrapped her fingers around the bar. She held on tightly as he gripped her buttocks to lift her and open her thighs. She felt the head of his cock brush against her in a perfect combination of hard and soft. He brought her down as he flexed his hips upward, burying himself deep inside her. The delicious sensation of being filled all at once wrenched a cry of pleasure from her throat.
“Shh!” he warned, but he was smiling like a wolf, wild and predatory.
She wrapped her legs around his hips and locked her ankles behind him, using the bar to leverage herself hard against him. The friction sent a thrill spiraling through her, so she arched backward. He pulled away and thrust back into her, his fingers digging into the soft skin of her behind as he moved and angled her. Then his hair was brushing her shoulder as he bent to take one nipple into his mouth and graze it with his teeth. Pure sensation shot from her breast to the coil of tension deep in her belly. Her muscles rippled into a clench around Nathan’s cock. He sucked at her breast and her muscles tightened again.
“That’s it,” he muttered against her skin before he lifted his head to capture her gaze. He shifted his grip and began to stroke in and out of her in a hard, driving rhythm. She watched the build of lust in his eyes as he pushed them both closer and closer to their release. She felt the moment of suspense as she balanced on the edge, and then her entire body seemed to burst into a supernova of orgasm, making her fling her head back and hang onto the rod for dear life as her internal muscles clamped around Nathan’s sensual invasion.
She felt him seat himself even deeper to reach his own climax, nearly bruising her with the convulsive strength of his hands. For a long moment, they stayed bowed against each other, riding their climaxes together. And then he was cradling her in his arms as the aftershocks continued to shudder through her.
“You can let go,” he murmured, taking all her weight. She unwrapped her suddenly cramped fingers from the bar and draped her arms limply over Nathan’s shoulders. Gazing past his head into the repeating reflections of the angled mirrors, she got a delicious shock from the sight of his hands on her bare bottom. She shifted, her breasts brushing against the fabric of his jacket, which made her internal muscles shiver again.
