Page 35 of Texting the Possessive CEO
“Really?” I groan, guiding my lips to hers.
She kisses me passionately, clawing onto my arms, sinking her touch in like she never wants to let go. I match her fire, pushing my body against hers so she can feel how badly I want her. When her hips chase friction, twitching like she can’t help it, I have to pull back.
“Is something wrong?” she asks.
I kiss over her cheek, to her ear, my voice husky. “If we keep going, I’ll lose control. I’ll lift you onto this table and fuck you like a madman. I’ve never been this hard like this for anyone, Izzy,ever. Fucking hell…”
I almost roar when she reaches between our bodies and presses her warm hand against my pants. My cock flares to life, the tip pulsing as precome leaks out.
“Whoa, you’re not lying,” she murmurs, staring up into my eyes.
“You’re dangerous, Songbird.”
She blinks, turns away. “Maybe we should order.”
Did I say something wrong? Or perhaps I need to stop overthinking things. The situation with McLaughlin is getting to my head.
She looks at me with that excited glint in her eyes. “Everything, sir,” she murmurs. “I want everything.”
Under the table, my cock twitches like a starving animal.
“Is dating one of your employees as awkward as you thought?” she asks, cutting into her steak.
My knife stops mid-cut, ascreechingnoise showing how jarring the question is. I put the knife down, looking at her.
“Sorry,” she says, her cheeks going pale. “Oh my God, Dom. I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“It’s fine,” I grunt.
She darts her hand across the table and grabs my arm. “It’s obviouslynotfine. I wasn’t even thinking.”
“It’s just until you said that, I wasn’t thinking of it like that. I don’t see you as my employee. I don’t see this as some sleazy boss taking advantage of his new hire. But hell, from the outside?—”
“Fuckthe outside,” she snaps heatedly. “Seriously, Dom, look at me. Hear me. Please.”
I do as she asks, staring into her honest, kind face. Her cheeks have flushed red, and her hair is mussed from where she’s been running her hand through it. All night, that cleavage has been driving me wild, but now, it’s almost too much. Like freeing those juicy tits and sucking her pert nipples would be enough to distract us both from this new angle.
“I was trying to be funny, lighthearted,” she murmurs. “Which, in hindsight, is ridiculous. Blame the champagne!”
I smile, shaking my head. “It’s my fault. That call… I should’ve waited until after our date to return it.”
“That bad?” she asks quietly.
“It’s not good.”
“I hope no one is hurt?”
“Hurt?” I say. “Why would you think that?”
She shrugs. “You got really serious on the phone. I thought there might have been an accident or something.”
“No, thank God,” I reply. “No one was hurt. Someone backed out of a deal, making my life harder. That’s all. It’s all part of the game.” I lean forward, fixing my gaze on her. She respondsimmediately, sparked up, and receptive. “To answer your question, I feel a little awkward about dating an employee. But when I look at you, with the city as your backdrop, in that jaw-dropping dress, I’m thinking it might have its perks. Like telling my dream girl what to do.”
“Oh yeah?” she asks, her breathing picking up, chest rising and falling rapidly.
Even that is enough to send my mind to wild places. I think about her body moving like that when I’m inside her, plunging deep, over and over, harder and faster…
My rival’s niece, the woman I’m already addicted to.
