Loving the CEO (Whitley Brothers #7)

Chapter Seventeen

Leo

This was good. She’d had time to think about it, and she still wanted this. Us. Wanted me .

I put both hands on her cheeks because I simply needed to touch her. I was addicted to her.

"Tory," I murmured. I kissed her forehead, keeping my lips there. "Every time I tell myself that I'm going to be better..."

"What are you talking about? You've been amazing."

"I need to know what exactly you want, what you need."

There was a pause, and then she whispered, "You. I just need you. I don't want to overthink this."

And I was a goner. My vision failed for a split second. My cock twitched. I tilted slightly backward, looking down at her before kissing her in the middle of my kitchen. She dropped the scone she was holding onto the counter and put her delicate hand at the back of my neck. I felt her move up my body and realized she was lifting herself onto her toes. I grabbed her ass with both hands, hoisting her up above my waist so she was at my level. Then I kissed her so deeply that I nearly lost my mind. She tasted sweet and just as delicious as I remembered from our night together.

When I paused to breathe, she smiled against my mouth, then traced the contour of my lips with the tip of her tongue. I needed to get her upstairs. I was going to make her mine today. Probably more than once, but it wasn't going to happen here on the fucking kitchen counter. Oh, I'd fuck her here, too, but not the first time.

I held her tightly to me, walking with her through the house.

“Where are we going?" she whispered.

"Upstairs."

A shudder ran through her body.

"If you change your mind..."

"No, no, I couldn't. I want you too much, Leo."

Fucking hell. This woman is going to be the death of me.

"Tory, I'm going to have you right here on the staircase if you continue with that," I growled.

"I'm not stopping you.”

She kissed down my jaw and Adam's apple. I tightened my grip on her and realized that whatever panties she was wearing had to be tiny because I couldn't even feel any panty line. Or maybe she wasn't wearing any at all.

Her mouth was now on the lower part of my neck at the hem of my T-shirt.

"I fantasized about licking you everywhere that night," she said, "but you never gave me a chance."

I almost lowered her onto the step and sank inside her right here. She had no idea of the effect she had on me.

"Tory," I whispered in her ear, "stop teasing me."

"Or what?" she challenged.

"I won't let you come."

She gasped and stopped kissing my neck.

That was a blatant lie. Watching her climax was one of the finest pleasures in life. No way in hell would I withhold that from her, but it did the trick. She simply hung on to me without tempting me any longer.

I walked with her straight to the master bedroom. I wanted her in my bed tonight. Wanted the image of her tangled in my sheets branded in my memory.

As I bent forward to lower her onto the bed, she again drew the tip of her tongue from the base of my neck up to my Adam’s apple, biting it lightly. My cock nearly exploded in my pants.

I'd been on edge since the day she moved in. Now she was finally going to be mine.

She went for my belt buckle right away, opening it and pulling the belt out of the loops. Then she lowered the zipper and pushed down my pants. Immediately, she slipped her hand into my boxers.

"Oh, wow," she whispered. "You're so turned on. How long have you...? You're so hard already."

"I've wanted you for ten years, Tory."

She sucked in a breath.

I leveled my gaze at her. "Ten fucking years."

She squeezed me good. I shut my eyes, and I swear to God, my eyeballs rolled into my head. Out of instinct, I jerked my hips forward into her fist. She squeezed even tighter. It felt amazing, but I wanted her pussy tonight, so I took her hand away. If she kept touching me, I wasn’t going to last.

I got my clothes out of the way as fast as I could, kicking off my jeans and boxers. Tory yanked at my T-shirt, pulling it over my head.

I wanted to get her naked too. I stepped farther away from the bed, tilting my head. "Take off your clothes, beautiful. Start with your top and then your pants."

She licked her lips. "Do you want me to touch myself? "

I was treading a very fine line here. I wrapped my hand around my cock, pressing my thumb on the crown. Just enough to release the pressure but not to take me further to the edge.

"Hey, that's not fair," she murmured. "Why can't I touch you?"

"Because I'm liable to come before I'm even inside you, and that won't do. And to answer your question, yes, I want you to touch yourself. I'll tell you exactly how. First, take off your top."

She nodded slowly, yanking the top over her head.

"I love your bra," I said through gritted teeth. I was trying to pace myself, but I couldn't. I wanted everything all at once.

She licked her lips. "It's new. I bought it especially for you."

I moved closer to her, putting one knee on the bed. Her eyes fell to where I was touching myself.

"Take it off and touch your breasts. Circle your nipples with both hands."

Light pink crept up her cheeks as she unclasped her bra. She touched herself exactly the way I told her to. It was fucking amazing. Dropping her head back, she drew the circles faster and faster. That told me everything I needed to know—she was on edge too.

"Now, take off your pants and touch yourself over your panties."

She moaned slowly, opening her eyes and straightening up. Then she lay on her back, flat on the bed, pushing her pants down before throwing them on the floor. Licking her lips, she rested on one elbow, parting her legs wide.

"Like this?" She put two fingers over the fabric covering her pussy.

"Yes! Touch your clit."

The second she applied pressure, a tremor jerked through her body.

"Very good," I said. "Now, leave your clit alone. Move farther down. Just press one finger against your opening."

"Leo. "

Oh fuck. Her voice already sounded like a plea. When she laid her finger exactly where I told her to, a moan tore out of her.

"Leo, please. Can I take them off?"

"I'll do that." I curled my thumbs around the elastic band at her hips and tugged the panties down.

"Touch yourself," I said before I'd even completely taken them off her legs.

"How?"

"Show me what you like."

She swallowed hard, locking eyes with me for a few seconds before sliding two fingers inside her pussy.

I was a goner. I needed to be there, buried deep inside her.

"You're so damn sexy," I told her. "So beautiful. It's a fucking privilege for me to be here with you tonight."

She moved her fingers in and out. When I couldn’t stand watching anymore, I grabbed her wrist. "No, you're mine now. I’m the one who touches you."

“Okay,” she breathed. “Leo... I’m clean. We don’t need any condoms.”

Hell yes. “I’m clean too. I promise.”

She nodded and took her hand away. I tilted my hips forward, accommodating myself too. I could easily sink inside her, though I didn't plan to do it right away. I had another idea.

I pressed her knees apart, moving her legs a bit farther up, holding her feet high so I hit her at the angle I needed. Then I rubbed the length of my cock against her entrance and clit.

"Oh, Leo!" Her breath caught.

I kept my eyes trained on her face, desperately wanting this image of her succumbing to pleasure deep in my memory. Even though I knew she’d go over the edge right away, I was desperate to be inside her. I needed to make sure she was ready first, though .

I positioned myself at her entrance, sliding in the tip. She moaned, clasping her breasts.

She clearly loved this, so I pushed in a few more inches.

"Oh my God. You're so huge."

I stilled. "Am I hurting you?"

"No, no. It's just..." She licked her lips. "Slowly," she murmured.

I took in a deep breath, pulling out.

"No," she protested.

"Don't worry, I'll give you my cock. But I want to make you come first. I was too greedy for your pussy."

I arched over her, taking her nipple into my mouth, circling it with my tongue the way she'd done before with her fingers. I liked seeing what she needed. Even though she'd been following my instructions, she'd done it the way it pleased her.

Her body reacted instantly, her hips jerking forward. At the same time, I slid my fingers between us, circling her clit and then slapping it slightly. She moaned.

Goose bumps covered her skin from that one slap. I knew she was close; her entire body seemed like a live wire. She kept moving, pressing her heels on the bed and pushing her pelvis up or rolling her hips back and forth on the mattress. The pent-up energy was too much.

When I knew she couldn't take it anymore, I pressed my fingers to her clit. She came apart at the seams in my arms. Her face was completely red.

"Please, please, please, Leo, I'm ready."

I couldn't resist her—not when she begged for my cock so beautifully. But even though it was a hundred times more difficult to maintain control of myself when she was thrashing around like this, I was determined to go in slowly. She might think she was ready, but I needed to be sure .

I pushed in one inch at a time. There was nothing but pure pleasure on her face, so I kept thrusting until I was inside her completely. A groan tore from me, so fucking loud that it even overpowered her sounds.

"Fuck, Tory. This feels amazing."

She was only now coming down from the cusp of her climax. Her eyes were unfocused, but that smile slayed me.

"Yes, it does," she whispered, licking her lips before adding, "I want to watch."

"Then watch."

She pushed herself up onto her elbows, glancing down at us. I took her ankles and put them on my shoulders, lifting her ass off the mattress. I shoved the pillow underneath her so she would be comfortable. Then I leaned forward at an angle that allowed both of us to see what we were doing.

Seeing my cock slide in and out of her would make things even more intense for her. I'd fantasized about this for years, but it was better than anything I'd ever imagined.

She was absolutely perfect. This woman had been made for me and me alone. Now that I'd finally made her mine, I wasn't going to let her go. She was going to be mine forever.

Pleasure overwhelmed me. It was an effort to keep the orgasm at bay when all I wanted was to give in to it. Heat spiraled through me.

"Touch your clit," I said.

She moved a shaky hand from the sheet that she'd been fisting to her chest first. "I'm not sure I can come again."

"You so will. Do you trust me?"

Her eyes widened. "Yes."

"Then do what I say."

She lowered her hand slowly. The tips of her fingers barely brushed her clit, yet her entire body jerked .

"My God," she whispered.

"Again," I said.

She feathered her fingertips over her clit, closing her eyes. Her face became red within seconds. I knew she was ready.

"That's it. I want to see you come, Tory."

And she did. She pressed two fingers down before taking her hand away completely, grabbing the sheets and crying out loud. I wanted to watch her ride out her climax, but I couldn't because my own took me by surprise.

Afterward, my body felt completely weightless. My vision wasn't very sharp, but slowly I focused on Tory. Her expression was soft, eyes closed, a small smile on her lips. I looked left and right, then grabbed the T-shirt I'd discarded on the bed, cleaning us up as I pulled out of her.

I sat down on the bed next to her, chuckling. She’d pulled the sheets out of the corners. How was I lucky enough to have Tory? She opened her eyes, and when she saw me looking at her, her smile widened.

She moved next to me, kissing my right shoulder and then my left one before peppering more kisses down my chest.

"We did this all wrong," she said.

"Excuse me?" I teased.

"You didn't let me enjoy any of these muscles."

"Tory, I was so fucking hungry for you. It was years of pent-up need."

She looked up in surprise. "Leo, you mean that?"

"Fuck yes, I do." It was something very personal to share, but I wanted her to know. I didn't want to lie.

"I don't understand. What do you mean, you've wanted me for years?"

"I’ve fantasized about making you mine since the first time we met. ”

She gasped. "But you've never even hit on me... right?" She bit the inside of her cheek. "Did I totally miss the signs?”

"No, I never did," I confirmed. "But you’ve always wanted different things than I do. I figured staying friends was smarter.”

"That's true." A devilish smile appeared on her face. "But I'm starting to think that your way has some merits."

"Meaning?" I laughed, not at all minding that she was climbing into my lap, her breasts right in front of my face.

I pulled her nipple into my mouth. She gasped before sitting on my thighs.

"Sex is fun," she whispered. “Being casual has its perks. I think... it’s what I need right now.”

Yes! Fuck yes! This was music to my ears.

“I’m here to oblige.”

She rolled her pelvis forward and then gasped, looking between us. I was semihard again.

"Oh, and it looks like sex is on the table again.”

"Yes, it fucking is."

***

Tory wasn't in bed with me the next morning. I wondered if she'd gone back to her room in the middle of the night, but then I thought I’d heard her speaking softly. She was probably downstairs.

I looked at the clock on my phone. Fucking hell, no wonder—it was already 9:00 a.m. I rarely slept past eight o’clock during the week. Then again, we'd only gone to sleep a few hours ago. Last night had been fucking incredible.

I put on boxers and headed downstairs .

"Oh, here he is," Tory said into the phone. She was sitting on the kitchen counter. "I've got to go." She immediately hung up, putting the phone down.

"Who was that?"

"Um, Debbie," she said.

"Tory, why are you blushing?"

"No reason."

"Tell me."

"It was just girl talk."

"About me?" I asked slyly.

She pointed at my face. "Where did that smug smile come from?"

I shrugged. "I'm just putting two and two together. You were talking to your best friend. Girl talk. You're blushing. Obviously, you're bragging about our night, Tory."

"Well, yeah... She texted me to ask if everything went okay, and I spilled the beans."

"When did you wake up?"

"A while ago."

Now that she mentioned it, she did look very fresh, like she'd taken a shower. She'd even put on a short white dress that was already fueling my fantasies.

Shit.

"I also made breakfast," she said.

I pulled her closer to the edge of the island. "I just want you for breakfast."

She laughed softly. "I see. So, you're a sweet talker in the mornings, too, huh? Not only at night? I figured you might have been laying it on extra thick yesterday."

I straightened up, blinking. "Tory, everything I said was 100 percent true. "

She planted both hands on my shoulders. "Such a good thing that you came down wearing no clothes. I can do this all day long." Then she bent forward, putting her lips on my right shoulder and moving them slowly up my neck.

I stopped her, tugging at her hair, pulling her back. "Let's have breakfast, or else you run the risk of me just taking you back upstairs or on this counter here."

She grinned. "Hold that thought."

I stepped back, and she hopped off the counter. That’s when I noticed the two bowls.

"You didn't need to prepare breakfast," I told her.

"I just made some oatmeal. You said you never have time to make it in the mornings, right?"

“Yes!” How did she remember that?

"I can’t believe you still love it. It used to be your weekend treat in college.”

“I kept up the tradition.”

“Remember when I tried to surprise you one weekend and showed up with oatmeal? And it was terrible?”

I grinned. “Hard not to remember. Thought I’d break a tooth on the dried plum.”

“I just didn’t realize it still had the pit.”

We both started to laugh as she pushed one bowl in front of me. I grabbed two spoons, and we dug in right away.

"This is great,” I said after a few bites.

"I looked up a recipe online."

This woman was incredible. We both ate quickly, and then she glanced at the fridge.

"I need more food. More sustenance. Someone gave me a very good workout last night. "

I grinned. "Hell yes."

"And I need to unpack all the stuff I brought yesterday." She darted her gaze away. "Actually, I'm not sure if I should."

I stilled. "What do you mean?"

"I've been thinking." Her body language changed, her shoulders stiffening. "I think I want to stay in Boston for a while."

I could hear angels singing. Yes, yes, yes!

"That's great. Then why wouldn't you unpack?"

"Well, I need to get my own place."

Shit, I didn't see this coming.

"Right," I said, buying myself time to come up with a more appropriate reaction.

I felt insanely disappointed and couldn’t understand why. Obviously, if she wanted to stay in Boston long term, she’d need her own place.

"I'm super grateful that you invited me to stay, but I've been here a month. I think it's time for me to find a place of my own, you know? It would help me start over. Right now, I'm in limbo, undecided about my next steps."

"I’ll help you find something great. I recommend this neighborhood."

"I love the neighborhood," she said. "But we need to find something tiny. I don't want to spend too much on rent, and I don't need too much space."

"Tory." I touched her chin. She looked up at me. "You don't have to hurry, okay? I'm very good at finding what my clients need. I’ll have great options for you in no time. But don’t feel pressured to move right away.”

She licked her lips, pointing between us. "I think this would be easier if I do. ”

"Really? Because I think just the opposite." I wiggled my eyebrows. "It’s so much more convenient if we live together. I just have to draw up a roommate clause that says clothing is forbidden."

She started to laugh. "I think this friends-with-benefits thing is a bit weird if we live together." She hesitated before adding, "It would kind of feel like a relationship."

That was true. But for the first time in my life, the idea didn't make me want to change the subject right away.

Fucking hell, what’s happening to me? My whole life, I’d dated and had casual hookups. I never intended to settle down or start a family. I preferred not staying overnight and not having anyone staying over with me either. But I didn't like the idea of Tory moving into her own place.

"Leo, what are you thinking?" she asked softly.

No way in hell could I tell her that. I couldn't even understand why my thoughts went there in the first place. But this was the right thing to do. Tory might want to be friends with benefits now, but this would be just a phase for her. You didn't go from wanting a picket fence, a dog, and three kids to not wanting that anymore.

"I'll contact my team right away," I assured her.

"Leo, it's Monday morning. I’m sure they’ve already got a lot on their plate."

“True, but I’m the boss.”

She rolled her eyes. "You sound like a tyrant."

"I promise you I'm anything but."

"Your prowess in bed kind of proves differently. But I don't mind."

“Is that so?”

She grinned. "Let's scour the fridge for something more."

"Yes, let's. We're both going to need a lot of sustenance for what I have in mind today. I can promise you that."