PLAYING DIRTY WITH THE HOT CEO

chapter 27

Titus

I’m incredibly touched that Heidi has taken the time to learn even a small phrase in my mother’s language. This girl surprises me repeatedly with her thoughtfulness and kindness.You mean a lot to me.What a lovely thing to say.

It gives me even more of an incentive to pleasure her in bed—not that I needed any encouragement.

I think she’s nervous though; her eyes are huge, and she’s breathing fast. Holding her around the waist, I roll onto my back, bringing her with me, and she pushes up so she’s sitting astride me. “You want me to do all the work?” she teases, a tad breathless.

I give her a wry look, pulling a pillow under my head to make myself comfortable. “I don’t want to hurt you. I want you to take me inside you, as slow as you like.”

She looks down and rocks her hips, coating my erection all the way up with her moisture.

“You definitely earned your knighthood,” she murmurs, eyes wide.

“Concentrate,” I scold.

“You’re huge.”

“I’m really not. I think your ex must have been tiny, that’s all.”

She rocks again, biting her bottom lip. “Oh my God. It’ll never fit.”

“Heidi… Relax, for f**k’s sake.”

“Yes, sir.” Giving me a mischievous look, she lowers a hand and slides the tip of my erection down through her folds until I enter her. Then she leans on my chest and pushes her hips down.

She inhales sharply, stops, and closes her eyes. Lifts her hips a little. Lowers them a fraction more. Her teeth tug at her bottom lip as she does it again. f**k, watching her slowly impale herself on me is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.

“Wait,” I murmur as she frowns. “Let yourself adjust.”

She opens her eyes and looks at me, a flush filling her cheeks, then bends to kiss me. We exchange a long, luscious kiss and, as she exhales, I hold her hips and slide all the way up inside her.

“Aaahhh…” She closes her eyes again.

“Okay?” I murmur.

She nods, then clenches her internal muscles and groans. “I can feel you all the way up.”

I try not to pass out from the exquisite sensation of her squeezing me, and stroke my hands down her back, then around to her breasts. “I’m not hurting you?”

“Of course not. Mmm…” She purrs and rocks her hips. “You feel amazing.”

I move with her slowly, letting her get used to the feeling of me inside her. It’s grown even warmer in the room now, the heat from our bodies adding to the sultry atmosphere, and her skin glows in the moonlight. Taking her hands in mine, I move them above my head, which brings her breasts in line with my mouth. After kissing her n*****s, I run my tongue along the damp skin beneath them, and she twitches and says, “Titus!”

“You’d better get used to it,” I tell her as I tease her n*****s again, flicking them with the tip of my tongue. “I intend to taste every inch of you before the weekend’s over.”

“You mean you want to have s*x more than once? That’s a bit presumptuous of you.”

“You can always say no,” I tell her silkily. I suck one of her n*****s harder, and she moans.

She moves down and kisses me again, delving her tongue into my mouth, and I return it hungrily, moving my hands to her hips so I can thrust up into her. I’m fully coated with her moisture now, and soon the air fills with the slick sound of s*x as I plunge into her soft, swollen flesh.

“Ahhh…” She pushes herself upright again and lowers her hand between her legs.

“Oh yeah,” I say enthusiastically, glad she isn’t shy about pleasing herself. While she circles her fingers, I lift my hands to her breasts and tease her n*****s, tugging them gently and rolling them with my thumbs.

Her brows draw together and, eyes closed, she moistens her lips with the tip of her tongue. “Mmm…”

We move together, a beautiful dance that I’m relieved I know the steps to, and gradually she begins to move faster, and her breaths become uneven. I drop my hands back to her hips, holding her firmly as I thrust up into her. I watch as her o****m sweeps over her, trying to hold onto my sanity as she clamps around me. She tips her head back and cries out, shuddering, and I hold her tightly, glancing over at the mirror to capture the full view of her locked in pleasure.

When she’s done, she falls forward onto my chest with a gasp, then opens her eyes and looks at me with something like surprise. “Oh man,” she says. “That was intense.”

I hold her hips and thrust slowly through her moist, swollen flesh. “You look so f*****g beautiful.” Her hair is all ruffled, and her face and neck are flushed.

She kisses me, then whispers, “Your turn.”

Holding her around the waist, I lift up and twist so she’s under me, still inside her. She wraps her legs in their sexy black thigh highs around my hips and stretches out beneath me, lifting her arms above her head. “Come on baby,” she says, eyes glittering in the moonlight, “f**k me senseless.”

I don’t want to hurt her, but it’s impossible to go slow when a beautiful girl says something like that. Propping myself on my hands, I set a fast pace, my body taking over from my brain’s urging to make it last. I promise myself that next time I’ll take all night, and give her more orgasms, but I’ve been keyed up for days, thinking about her, dreaming about her, and now she’s beneath me all soft and moist and warm, and I can’t wait any longer.

She’s vocal, which I love, crying out with each thrust, saying, “Oh God, oh God,” or, “Oh f**k,” and muttering, “Come on, baby, that feels so good,” and I groan and plunge down into her, lowering my head to kiss her. Not surprisingly, it only takes about thirty seconds before my c****x claims me, and I thrust hard, then stiffen and groan as my internal muscles tighten, and I feel the hot, sweet pulses as I come inside her.

“Ah, that’s so f*****g hot,” she says, and I open my eyes to see her watching me in the mirror, skimming her fingers over the tattoo on my shoulders. She brings her gaze back to me, her eyes full of heat.

I sigh, and we exchange a long, lingering kiss.

“I didn’t hurt you?” I ask again. After what she said about her ex, I’m very concerned about it.

She cups my face and looks into my eyes. “No, sweetheart. I told you, you don’t have to be gentle, as long as you like me.”

“I like you a lot,” I say honestly.

“I know,” she whispers. “I can tell from the way you look at me.” She smiles.

I can’t imagine what kind of man could look at a woman like Heidi and feel only resentment and hate. She didn’t go into detail about what he did to her, so I have to use my imagination. The thought of him inflicting pain on her makes me incredibly angry. The way she tried so sweetly to explain the difference between s*x being passionate and violent. Jesus. What kind of guy doesn’t understand that?

I return the kiss, rocking my hips slowly, and she murmurs, “Mmm…” and sighs.

I’d like to stay inside her for longer, but eventually I have to withdraw, and I move to the side and stretch out beside her. Leaning across to the bedside table, I retrieve a tissue from the box there and hand it to her. She uses it, then curls up against me, and I lower my arm around her.

“Thank God,” she murmurs.

I chuckle. “For what?”

“The s****l tension was killing me. I’m so glad we gave in.” She yawns, then kisses my shoulder. “You don’t regret it, do you?”

“Nope.” I suppose I should, but I don’t.

“Good. From the moment you first kissed me when I was sixteen, I think it was always going to end this way.” She pushes herself up. “I’m just going to the bathroom.”

She slips out of bed and pads across the carpet. I watch her go, thinking how beautiful she is, then look out through the windows. The reflection of the moon lies on the river like a silver plate. An owl hoots in the distance, similar but also different from the morepork in New Zealand.

Maybe Heidi’s right about the inevitability of us getting together. She was technically only a child back then, but there was still a connection between us.

I think briefly about Huxley, and feel a flicker of guilt, but I push it away. It’s pointless to regret it now, when the act has been done. What’s important is how I act going forward. Heidi and I are both aware of the situation. We have a few more days together before it all comes to an end. All we have to do is make sure we keep that in the forefront of our minds.

It’s late now, and mid-morning Down Under. I really should call my office and chat to my team, and I should also check in with Saxon. But I’m tired, and for once in my life I have no drive to rise from my bed and get to work.

Heidi comes out of the bathroom, and I go in. When I come out, she’s in the process of plugging a standing fan into the socket beside the bed. “I found this in the cupboard,” she says, and turns it on.

We get back in bed, and the cool breeze blows across us. “Ah, that’s nice,” I say.

She glances at me as I slide back under the covers. “Aren’t you going to do some work? I don’t mind if you want to bring your laptop to bed.”

“Not tonight. I’ve got other things on my mind.” I pull her into my arms.

She smiles and settles down. I brush my fingers down her back, drawing circles on her skin, and she draws hearts on my chest.

“You’ve cheered me up,” she murmurs sleepily.

I chuckle. “I’m glad.”

“I mean it.” She kisses my ribs. “I haven’t felt this happy for a long time. Years, even.” She sighs.

Still trailing fingers on her soft skin, I whisper. “Neither have I,” but I don’t think she hears me.

I close my eyes, and we both drift off to sleep.