Collision: The CEO'S Unexpected Reunion

Prologue

“Oh, f**k!” My hands tremble as I cup his face and press my bare chest against his, trying my hardest to stifle the moan that is just about to erupt from my throat. It’s intense and nerve-wracking, as tension and arousal soar with every single stroke of his luscious lips against mine.

“Unfasten my pants,” He growls, voice husky and intense, eager hands wrapping around my wrist to guide me.

I shrug his hand off. “I may be drunk, but you know, I know what to do. I--”

“Shh… Just do what I say.”

Of course, I’ve never been one to obey instructions. Caleb, my cousin, has always said I’ll land in trouble one day, and he wouldn’t lift a finger to save me. My elder sister, Diane, too. But I know they’d never do that. Caleb, for one, will cross fires and stormy seas to save my ass.

Okay, maybe I’m exaggerating a little bit, but then, I’m cognizant of the fact that I’ll never have to fight my battles alone.

The dangerously handsome man tugs gently at my hair, perhaps he’s noticed I’ve zoned out. However, instead of pain, a strong wave of arousal slams into me, and this time, I don’t bother biting back the groan of pleasure.

“You like that, huh.” He quips.

His voice holds a chuckle. I roll my eyes and set to work, unbuttoning his black pants, and pushing the material down his toned thighs. I try to move them past his hips, but he spreads his legs and grabs my wrists again.

“It’s going to be quick. There’s no need pulling it all the way, Babe.”

Babe

I want to roll my eyes at him and flip him the bird. Just twenty minutes ago, he was all over my face, scolding me for drinking too much at a work party. And now…this.

“I’m going to make this so good. This will be the only thing you'll remember about tonight.”

I smirk and wrap my finger around the base of his shaft. I need to feel him, touch him, and taste the pre-c*m on the capped tip. Good heavens, he looks far better than I’ve ever imagined a man could be. I stroke him slowly, relishing in the feel of the warm and ripped length in my palms. It seems to grow impossibly longer and bigger as I circle it, jerking it gently and rubbing my thumb against the tip.

His sharp intake of breath is all the sign I need to know that I’m doing the right thing. I’d never be able to live with myself if I give him the tiniest bit of the impression that this is my first time, especially with the way I’ve been strutting around like a badass since we got to this room. Wherever this is.

I feel a muscle, that single move prompts me to set a fast pace. He says it’s going to be quick; I don’t want a f*****g quickie. It’s a big night for me. I mean, I finally get to work at Mercer & Holt Architecture. So, I'm celebrating a big win tonight. And if this the present the universe has decided to bless me with me tonight, then I’m going to make it really good; make it count.

He pushes his hips forward, then back again, thrusting into my cupped palm and grunting low in his throat. A tingling sensation shoots up my nerves as he tweaks my right n****e and then kneads it with his palm before lowering his head over the aching buds.

My knees buckle as he sucks and flicks his tongue across my n*****s simultaneously. For a second, my hand becomes limp, and I stop stroking his still throbbing length. Instead of asking me to resume or hitching my skirt up to thrust into my now-drenched fold as I want, he tilts his head up and kisses me fully on the lips, eyes darkening with passion.

The kiss is rough, fast, slow, and dangerously provocative. I’ve read a fair number of erotic contents, but none prepared me for this maddening carnal sensation swirling through my burning veins.

My hands abandoned his shaft and threaded into his hair, massaging his scalp, and feeling the sleekness of the brown curls.

“God, you taste better than I thought” He breathes against my mouth.

I want to ask him if we're going to do this again. I want to ask him if he remembers my name. I want to beg him to f**k me already! Damnation!

Slow down, Selene.

Oh f**k! This is a mistake, and I'm going to regret it tomorrow morning… the morning after that… perhaps for as long as I live. But right now, I don’t f*****g care. I don’t think he does either because his right hand is hitching up my skirt while the other is at the back of my neck, keeping my head in place for his nerve-racking kiss.

I let out a breathy moan as his finger brushes my sensitive nub through my thong. I arch my back and thrust, unashamedly. He kisses me around my breasts, his nose stroking my n*****s as he teases my body into surrender. The hand on my center moves to my bum and squeezes it gently.

“What are you doing?” I manage through clenched teeth as my body tenses and my c**t throbs, begging to be stroked by his calloused fingers.

“Impatient now, are we?”

Fuck!

I'm so damn gone that I can’t even get my brain to work. But then, I wrench my lips from his and reach my hand down to grab his length again, wiping the stupid smirk off his face. However, he swiftly grabs my wrists and pins them to my sides.

“It’s my turn now, Firecracker. Why don’t you relax…” His voice trails off as I lean in and cover his mouth. I don't want him to talk; either of us. It's going to ruin this moment. Or perhaps, I can manage a breathy moan as our senses sink lower, then pleasure and passion claim every inch of us.

Maybe he’s some f*****g god because his mouth, tongue, and fingers create a blazing heat that spreads through me. I wiggle a hand free and stroke him from his chest down to his rock-hard length.

My eager tongue slips into his mouth in an attempt to distract him while I cup my entire fingers around his length and jerk it gently, rubbing the pre-c*m moisture around it, which makes it easier to stroke him up… down... enjoying the deep intake of breath spilling from his throat as our lips lock even tighter in a hard breathing kiss.

His mouth finally travels downward, chasing the sensation that’s ratcheting up by the second and driving me closer to the brink with deep ravishing touches.

"I told you to stay still. But you look like you're not one to take instructions," he says and grasps my knees, spreading them apart. His fingers find their way to my dripping fold. He slips one in and curves it gently, his eyes glued to mine as he works in and out in five teasing strokes.

“I see… you’re ready.”

There’s a bit of a smile in his voice. He pushes his hips forward, penetrating me with a hard and breathtaking thrust.

“Please don't stop!”