Page 23 of Executive Privilege

"Everything already changed."

He seems to consider it briefly, then kisses my neck. His mouth finds a spot that makes me gasp, his hands map the curves of my body through my dress, and when I back him toward my bedroom, he goes willingly.

"What is it about you that has me making bad decisions? " He slowly unzips my dress, letting it pool at my feet. His eyes are dark with want as he takes in the black lace underneath, and thehunger in his expression makes me feel powerful and desired and completely reckless.

"Not bad decisions. Executive decisions." I smile. "Your turn," I say, reaching for his jacket.

He helps me strip away the expensive layers—suit jacket, tie, crisp white shirt—until he's standing in my bedroom in just his pants, and I can finally see what all those perfectly tailored suits have been hiding.

He's beautiful. Broad shoulders, defined chest, the kind of physique that comes from discipline rather than vanity. I let him watch me slowly remove the last of my things, then he reaches for me, pulling me against him so I can feel the heat of his skin.

His hands skim over my bare skin and between my thighs, and I arch against him with a gasp that makes him groan. He's methodical in the best possible way, his fingers moving inside me while his thumb circles that sensitive spot that has my world going blank. He's learning what makes me respond, what makes me whimper his name. And he's a fast learner. Within minutes he's making my legs quiver as I rise up on my tiptoes to give him better access, forgetting everything except the way he's touching me.

"So responsive," he murmurs against my throat, his fingers continuing to find exactly the right spot to make me cry out. "I love the sounds you make for me."

He backs me against the bedroom wall, his mouth trailing fire down my neck as his hands explore every curve. When he drops to his knees in front of me, lifting one of my legs over his shoulder, I have to grip his hair to stay upright.

"Nicholas," I gasp when his mouth finds my center, the sensation so intense my knees nearly buckle.

"I've got you," he murmurs against me, his hands gripping my hips to keep me steady as he works me with his tongue."

"I want to devour you," he breathes against my skin, punctuating his words with sharp bites to my inner thigh that makes me gasp before he moves back up my body. He lifts my leg again, this time wrapping it around his waist as he positions himself at my entrance. "You're beautiful." The hunger in his voice has me pulling him closer.

When he pushes into me, when we finally join together with a mutual gasp of relief and pleasure, the sensation is so perfect I'm shocked. He fills me completely, stretching me in the most delicious way.

"Fuck, you feel incredible," he groans, his forehead pressed against mine as he gives me a moment to adjust. "Mmm, perfect."

He starts to move, setting a rhythm that has me clinging to his shoulders and gasping his name. He's focused entirely on me, on us, on finding the angle that makes me moan loudest.

"Look at me," he says when I close my eyes, overwhelmed by sensation.

So I do. I look at him—really look at him—as he drives deeper, harder, faster. I stare into his eyes, his face is intense, his eyebrows furrowed, he's grunting as he pumps into me. A bead of sweat forms on his forehead. I watch him closely as he starts to lose control and it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

I pull his head close to me and whisper in his ear while clenching around him, "You feel so good, Nicholas." This snaps his control completely and he shatters, and we both fall over that edge together, my body convulses with pleasure and our moans echo through my bedroom.

Even while we're still panting against each other, while he's still inside me, I can feel his walls starting to rebuild.

"I should go," he says eventually.

"Should," I repeat. "But will you?"

He's quiet for a long moment. "If I stay, this becomes too complicated."

"And if you leave?"

"If I leave, this was just..." He trails off.

"Just sex," I finish.

"Really good sex." He smiles, ruefully.

"Exactly."

"So stay or go, Nicholas. But don't pretend this was a mistake."

He pulls me closer, his arms tightening around me. "It wasn't a mistake."

"Good."