Loving the CEO (Whitley Brothers #7)

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Tory

"No, you're not.”

“When did you arrive? How did you know when I was going to be home?"

He smirked, coming over to me.

The candles were arranged in a pattern, but I didn't have time to see what it was. I only had eyes for Leo.

"I conspired with Debbie, of course."

"I did think it was odd that she wanted to cook for me."

"I needed her to lure you home."

"And why is that?" I said, swallowing hard.

He stepped much closer to me and took my hands in his. "Because I didn't handle this very well.”

“Define this ."

"When you told me that your mom found a B&B, you asked for my opinion a few times, and I withheld it."

I sucked in a breath. "That's right. I kept wondering why that was.”

An irrational fear gripped my heart.

Tory, he's here with you. He wouldn't have flown to New Orleans just to tell you that he doesn't give a crap about what you do. Not all men are confusing and conniving or have an agenda like Walter .

“I didn't want to interfere or make you feel like you need to make a decision for my sake. I'd never pressure you into anything."

"I appreciate that," I murmured.

"But I should have also made my stance clear."

"And that is?"

"I fucking love you, Tory."

"Oh my God." I smiled from ear to ear. "You flew here to tell me you love me?"

"Actually, I came for something else, but first things first. I should have told you this as soon as I figured it out."

"And when was that?" I asked. My heart was fluttering.

"When you moved out of the house. I woke up and realized that I didn’t want us to have separate lives. I didn't want this between us to be temporary."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"It took me a while to figure it out. Everything is clearer in retrospect, don't you think?"

Instead of answering, I rose on my toes and pressed my lips to his. He responded with a deep and delicious kiss.

After I got my fill of this amazing man, I dropped back onto my heels and looked at him expectantly.

“What was the next point?” I urged, making him laugh.

"Even though all I want is to throw you over my shoulder and take you back to Boston, we can make everything work out. Seriously, even if you open a B&B here, I’m flexible. This isn't the Stone Age. We can travel back and forth."

I tapped his shoulder. "Practice throwing me over this and taking me back with you. I'm not staying in New Orleans."

"Why not? ”

"This is a super-romantic moment, and I don't want to ruin it with details.”

"Tory, I always want to know what's going on."

His body language had changed. His shoulders were tense, his neck rigid. He wasn’t going to let this go, so I decided to share everything with him.

"Mom sort of ambushed me. Walter was there."

His nostrils flared. "Are you serious?"

"Yeah."

"What the fuck did he want?"

"To sum it up, he offered to buy the B&B if I got back with him. Apparently, my leaving him ruined in his reputation."

"I'm going to punch that moron," he growled.

"I already did that verbally. And I also told Mom that it was her dream for us to open a B&B together. Mine is just to open one by myself. And I plan to do that somewhere closer to Boston," I said with a wide smile. "I might even ask a certain sexy realtor to find me the best spot.”

“Fuck yes, I will. I so will."

"I love you, too, Leo, and I can't believe it's actually taken us so long to get together. We've lost many years."

"I’m looking at it differently. We used that time to grow and become the person the other one needed. I wouldn’t have been the right man for you a few years ago."

I shook my head. "That's not true. You were always amazing to me."

"But would I have bought your favorite incense and candles from your favorite shop in New Orleans?" he asked.

I giggled. "No, you wouldn't." I looked over his shoulder. "What is it with all these candles? I mean, far from me to complain. This place looks absolutely romantic."

"We need to get you to another corner so you can see the pattern."

He led me through the room in the opposite corner, and then he took me by the shoulders, turning me so I was facing the candles.

Oh, he wrote something.

"Will—" I began but abruptly stopped, my words caught in my throat.

Will you marry me? he'd spelled out with candles.

"Oh my God, Leo..."

" That's why I flew here." He put one leg forward and started lowering himself, but I was too impatient for that and jumped in his arms instead.

"Woman, you need to warn me." He stumbled back, but just one step. His hands were firmly under my ass as I held on to his shoulders.

"Yes, yes, yes. Of course I’ll marry you."

He kissed the right corner of my mouth, then went up to my ear and said, "I didn't take out the ring."

"What? You have a ring too?"

"You think I'd propose without one?"

He walked me to the nearest wall, pressing my back against it. I looked down at his right foot. I didn't realize what he was doing, and then I felt him lower his hand.

He took a box out of his pocket one-handed and opened it expertly, holding it for me to see. "Someone told me that was your favorite jewelry shop."

"Yep. I’m impressed.” The logo was for a small place in the Quarter. I often window-shopped because her stuff wasn't exactly cheap.

"I know this isn't a typical engagement ring," he said, which was true, as it looked like something out of a Victorian movie: a green stone—an emerald, perhaps—in a gorgeous setting. "But the vendor made it very clear that you're not a typical woman, which I know."

"This is perfect," I assured him. "I love it so damn much."

"Let me put it on."

"I'll do it or you're going to drop me. Let me down," I said. I took the ring from its box and put it on my finger. "It looks amazing. I can't believe you managed to do all of this in one day."

Leo laughed and nuzzled my neck again. "I did think about taking it at an easier pace, just come here and plead my case today, then plan the proposal back in Boston. But then I remembered it's a new moon today." He straightened up and grinned.

I grinned right back. "You looked that up?"

"No, you mentioned it when you booked the ticket, and I thought, ‘What better day?’ The new moon is the one with manifestations, right?"

"Oh my God, and I thought I couldn't love you more. Yes, yes, yes. The new moon is for all the things we wish to come true."

"Then it is perfect."

"I agree," I murmured.

I felt like I was in a dream. This man was here. He loved me. Not only that, but he’d proposed to me. I truly thought I would never say yes to a marriage proposal again, but nothing had ever felt this perfect. Right now, I didn't have an ounce of hesitation or fear. It was simply meant to be.

"You’re fulfilling all my wildest dreams, Leo. Some I didn't even know I had."

"I'm glad you said that. And I'll keep doing that forever and ever."

"You’ll get tired eventually," I murmured.

"I fucking won't, I promise you that. You and I will have an amazing life together. I love you so damn much. I'm not even sure how I could exist without you, how I could breathe or go on. You're everything to me."

"I feel the same," I confessed.

"I promise to keep you happy and safe forever. I won't allow anyone, not a single person, to harm you in any way."

I giggled. "Last time you promised to be my personal bodyguard, things escalated quickly."

"They will this time, too, baby, I promise."

He placed kisses down my neck—only chaste ones at first, but they turned dirtier as he went farther down.

"Leo?" I asked, because I was getting very hot and bothered. "When is Debbie coming home?"

"Tomorrow."

My eyebrows shot to my hairline. "Oh my God, you kicked her out of her own house?"

"She said she’d stay with a friend. I told her I could do all of this in a hotel, but she insisted the surprise factor would be much better here, and I agree."

"You thought of absolutely everything."

He grinned. "Of course."

***

Leo

I kissed her slowly, determined to savor every damn second as I carried her toward the bedroom. When I felt her fingers thread through my hair, tugging slightly, I knew what that meant. She needed more. And so did I.

I walked deeper inside the room with her and put her feet down on the floor. I was never letting go of her again. I couldn't foresee a future when I’d have my fill of her. But for now, I simply wanted to kiss her .

I pressed my tongue against hers, and she whimpered. Then I felt her left knee wrap around my right thigh.

I stopped the kiss, looking between us. "What's wrong?"

"I was trying to climb you, considering you're clearly trying to torture me."

I started to laugh, but it turned into a groan when she pushed her dress up her thighs. I'd never tire of watching her go crazy for me, but I didn't want to torture her any longer, so instead of kissing her, I helped her move her dress farther up.

"Zipper?" I asked.

"Right here." She pointed to her left side, and I lowered it immediately. Then she held her hands up in a clear message: get it out of the way . And like an obliging fiancé, I did just that.

Her hair got completely tousled in the process, falling over her eyes. She reached for it with both hands, trying to smooth it, but somehow it only made it worse. I liked it.

"Leave it. It looks good on you."

I took a good look at her. She was wearing black underwear. "You're so damn beautiful. And mine. All mine, for all times."

"Yes," she whispered, then rose on her toes again, lifting her right leg.

“Still trying to climb me?” I asked.

"Yes, but you've got on so many clothes,” she protested.

"One thing at a time. This is how the night is going to go: I'll make you come. Then I'll take my clothes off, and you can have my cock."

She pouted. With her thick blonde hair wild around her face, she looked sexier than ever. "I don't like that order at all. Why don't you take the clothes off first?"

I covered her mouth with one finger. "Because I make the rules in the bedroom, sweetheart. "

She stilled completely, looking at me with wide, expectant eyes. Then she wordlessly nodded. My cock twitched.

“These panties looked good on you, but they’ll look better on the floor.”

Without any hesitation, she pushed them down. I could only hold myself back until they were at her knees. Then I reached for her pussy, cupping it with one hand. She was sensitive and already wet.

"Tory,” I growled.

“I’ve been like this ever since I saw you.”

"You've been waiting for my cock for that long?"

She nodded.

"Then I'd better give it to you."

"Yes, please." She ran another hand through her hair. This time, there was no intention to actually smooth it. She simply had too much energy.

First things first.

I slowly took off her bra. Nothing compared to having Tory naked in front of me. I could watch her for hours. But I knew she needed more. I wasn't doing much better either. I craved her with every cell of my body.

I sat down on the bed and pulled Tory into my lap. Her breasts were right in front of my face. How the hell did I ever get so lucky? I touched her pussy again, rubbing one finger in wide circles around her clit, then moving down to her opening.

She was absolutely perfect. Each of her reactions only fueled me more. I knew she was already close.

When a spasm went up her back, I straightened. "I want your mouth."

While I captured her lips, I pushed two fingers inside her, curling them. I coated my fingers in her wetness before focusing on her clit .

Her back arched beautifully while I alternated between curling my fingers inside her and teasing her clit. When a shudder shook her whole body, I knew she was too far gone.

She straightened up, and I noticed her eyes were pinched shut.

"I need you... please."

"You'll come for me first, and then you'll get my cock. Those are the rules, Tory."

"But I'm going to... oooooh," she moaned as I brushed my thumb over her clit and took one nipple into my mouth.

Feeling her come while my fingers were inside her, my thumb on her clit and my mouth on her breasts, was surreal. I could practically feel the orgasm spread through her body, starting from the center.

I needed to be inside her. Now.

She didn't even finish coming by the time I undid my belt and pushed down my boxers and pants just enough to free my cock. I took my fingers out of her, then grabbed her hips and lowered her onto my erection. She was so damn tight that I couldn't push in more than the crown and maybe another inch.

"Leo, ooooh." She leaned against me, putting her head on my shoulder. She was shaking in earnest now.

"I won't move any more. You lower yourself at the pace you need."

"Don't you dare stop. You're not hurting me. I love the sensation of you filling me up."

Did she know what her words did to me?

I wanted to unleash myself on her, to be completely wild and unrestrained. But I needed to be able to read the cues of her body. She might want all of me, but that didn't mean she was completely ready. She was still riding the wave, not in control of her body or her senses, but the pressure around my cock released just a bit. I guided her, lowering her farther down on my cock .

"Oh, yes... Leo, this is... I'm going to..."

She was going to climax again much sooner than she’d anticipated. It was exactly what I wanted.

“I want your mouth again,” I commanded.

She obliged that very second, which told me that she wanted this connection too. No matter how close or intertwined our bodies were, it always felt different if I was kissing her. Her mouth was warm and inviting. Even as her body tightened up, it was still soft.

She still had a ways to go to get to the edge, and I knew just how to bring her to the next level. With our lips locked, my cock deep inside her, I circled her nipples. I instantly felt goose bumps on her back and smiled against her mouth, then paused the kiss.

Her breath shook, her eyes hooded. I leaned her backward so I could kiss her chest and explore it properly. She was still undulating her hips, taking me in at the pace she wanted. I drew a circle around her left nipple with my tongue. When I turned my attention to the right one, I felt her suck in her breath. She probably expected me to do the same thing I'd done to the other one, but she had another think coming. I pulled it into my mouth, teasing it.

"Leo..." She started climaxing, and it was fucking amazing. She simply came apart in my arms. Her thighs pressed hard against mine, her knees digging into my flesh. Her pussy was tight around me, her face scrunched up with pleasure.

I needed to move, so I pushed and pushed, deeper every time. But not harder, never harder. I wanted to feel everything she was, and I couldn't do that if I moved too fast. My own climax tugged at my insides, gripping my entire body.

"Fuuuuck!" I dropped my head back, thrusting even deeper .

She was almost down from the cusp, but I wasn't done yet. While I was coming, I felt her mouth on my neck, nibbling, licking, and even biting. Her soft screams filled my ear and the room.

We were both moving wildly now. She was bobbing up and down on my cock. Our orgasms seemed never-ending. Tory's body went from completely taut to relaxed long before mine did. She kept kissing my shoulders and my neck while I gave her every ounce of pleasure I had. It was a good thing I was sitting because this climax was powerful enough to completely bring me to my knees. My damn bones seemed liquid. My body belonged to her more than to me, and I was more than fine with that.