Chapter 14
Whitney
Theo’s lips are on mine before the elevator doors shut all the way. He crowds me against the wall, his hands and strong arms framing me.
In between feverish kisses, I manage to say, “I can’t believe you did that with your parents sitting right there.”
“Can you blame me? You are so fucking sexy, Whitney,” he whispers.
One hand peels off the wall and traces the outline of my body, starting just below my breast and trailing over the curve of my hip down to my dress’s skirt.
“I can’t wait to get you out of this dress.
How does that sound? Would you like that? ”
“Yes, of course,” I say back, breathless. “But—”
He groans against my neck and presses his lips against my pulse point. “But what?”
I hesitate, unsure if I should give into my insecurities or not.
I’d be lying if I said that seeing Theo’s ex-lover didn’t affect me in some way, even though it shouldn’t have.
She was tall, and blonde, and beautiful.
She was the kind of woman who was made for a man like Theo.
She had all the qualities, all the good habits, the proper etiquette to be on the arm of a powerful man.
And I didn’t.
“Do you think we should talk about what happened earlier? With Lauren?” Her name tastes sour in my mouth, and I hate myself for it. I barely know the woman, yet I can’t help but feel an unnatural jealousy toward her.
Theo finally pulls away from me and his face turns down into a frown. Before I can say otherwise, he’s reaching behind him and pulling the emergency stop button on the elevator. The car comes to a screeching halt, and I look at him in alarm.
“What are you doing?”
He leans against the door and crosses his arms over his chest. “We’re going to settle this right here and now.”
“Settle what?”
“Who did I ask to be my date here tonight?” Theo questions.
I nibble the inside of my cheek twice before answering, “Me.”
“And who was I fingering underneath the table just now because I couldn’t stand to keep my hands to myself?”
I breathe in sharply and let it out in a whoosh. “Me.”
“Precisely,” he says. He pushes off the wall of the elevator and stalks toward me until he’s right in front of me again.
His hair raises to cup my jaw and he tilts my face up to meet him.
“So, I’d greatly appreciate it if we’d keep any mention of my ex-girlfriend at bay.
Because she’s my ex for a reason, do you understand? ”
I nod, my head spinning with the possessive way Theo is looking down at me, as if he’s seconds away from losing control and ravishing me right here in the elevator.
“I assure you, I am not harboring any type of feelings toward her other than indifference and maybe even a little disdain. She is my past, and I don’t like to dwell in the past.” His lips find my neck again and he presses a kiss to my flushed skin. “Okay?”
“Okay,” I agree, my voice breathy.
Theo spends a few more minutes giving plenty attention to the side of my neck and the divot of my ear. When he pulls away and presses the button to make the elevator start running again, my heart is hammering in my chest and his eyes are darkened with need.
“God, I can’t wait until you’re falling apart around me again,” he says as he leans in and rubs the length of his nose against mine.
I can smell the remaining hint of his whiskey from the gala on his breath, and it’s doing weird things to me.
I never thought I’d care for the smell of alcohol on a man’s breath, but all bets are off with Theo.
“Such a dirty girl, letting me finger you at the table,” he continues his bedroom talk, turning me into a melted puddle right before him. “In front of all those people. Did you like that? Coming around my fingers in front of everyone?”
I mewl and nod my head, all thoughts of any insecurity now long forgotten. Theo’s hand is gripping the edge of my skirt, and he slowly starts to drag it up. I wonder if he’ll have time to dip his fingers into my panties again before the elevator arrives at our floor.
I get my answer when the doors ding as his finger grazes my clit over my panties. Theo drops my skirt and pushes himself up until he’s standing straight. He grabs my hand and escorts me off the elevator car and into the deserted hallway.
I trail after him as he struts to our conjoined hotel rooms with a purpose. He holds his phone to the sensor, and the door immediately unlocks. He pushes it open and drags me behind him. Once the door closes, his mouth is on mine again, and his hands wrap possessively around my waist.
“Fuck, baby,” he mutters against my lips in-between kisses. “God, you’ve been driving me crazy all night in this dress.”
“I was hoping you’d like it.”
“I fucking love it,” he growls. “But I might lose my mind if I don’t get it off of you in the next few minutes.”
Without further prompting, I turn away from him and drape my hair over my shoulder.
Theo picks up on the nonverbal cue, and his fingers come to the back of my neck to grasp my zipper.
Slowly, he unzips me tortuously. His fingertips trail along my spine as the dress slowly opens across my back.
Goosebumps erupt over my skin as he gently caresses me all the way down.
When it’s fully lowered, his hands come back up to my shoulders, and he sensuously pushes the straps of my long dress down my arms. The dress slips down my body and pools into a silky puddle at my feet.
Theo grips my waist to steady me as I step out of it.
I turn to face him as my fingers go to unclasp my strapless bra.
That soon joins the dress, discarded on the floor.
Theo’s eyes turn molten as he takes in my bare body. “You are perfect,” he whispers, the deepness in his voice going straight to my core.
His hands cup my breasts, and he claims my mouth again. Distracted by his tongue doing wondrous things with mine, I barely notice him leading me through the room until the back of my knees hit the edge of the mattress.
I break away as I fall flat against the bed. Theo stands over me, his eyes roving over every inch of my body, spread out for him.
His hand goes to the belt on his dress pants, and he unclasps it with one hand. The sight makes my core clench in anticipation. As he undoes the buttons on his shirt, I wiggle out of my panties and start to unclasp my high heels, but Theo stops me.
“Leave them,” he commands as his hand covers mine on one of my ankles. I nod and then fall back on the mattress again.
Theo walks toward me, his eyes wild as he takes me in, lying before him, ready to be ravaged.
“Look how pretty you are, baby,” he says as he spreads my legs to see me. His eyes heat as they trail over the seam of my thighs before traveling back up to my face. “You’re a mess.”
My cheeks heat, and I writhe against the bed. “Theo, please.”
“Please, what, babe? What do you need.”
“I need you.”
“Do you want me to play with that pretty pussy of yours?” he whispers as he leans down to press his lips to mine. “You want me to make you come again?”
I whimper as I nod fervently. My lower body bucks against his, desperate for friction, for any type of release.
“Okay, okay,” he soothes me. He kisses me one more time before trailing his lips down my body.
With one hand on each of my knees, he spreads me wide open for him.
In any other circumstance, I would be embarrassed to be so exposed, but I’m so turned on now; all I care about is Theo’s touch.
“Poor girl,” he mutters as his finger trails between my legs and circles my clit. “You need to come so bad, don’t you?”
My inner muscles clench around nothing as he toys with my clit relentlessly.
I grow wetter and wetter, making a mess of the bedding underneath me, but that doesn’t seem to faze Theo.
Whenever I open my eyes and peek at him, his attention is rapt on the space between my legs.
He’s propped up on one shoulder, playing me perfectly with his other hand.
I jolt when his lips suddenly enclose my pussy. His tongue traces the seam, from top to bottom, before dipping inside me and swirling.
“Oh, fuck,” I wail as he fucks me with his tongue.
“That’s right, baby, let me hear you,” he says before diving right back into eating me.
I lose myself to the sensation, and before I fully know what’s happening, my body is tensing with a glorious release.
He doesn’t let up as he licks and sucks at my sensitive clit.
One of his thick fingers slides inside me and begins gentle thrusts, similar to how he worked me down in the ballroom.
My muscles clench tightly around him, but he continues his onslaught.
“Come on, baby, give me one more,” he says, his lips above my clit. The vibration of his voice hits me and sends me close to the edge once more. His finger inside of me hooks toward my G-spot and works it rhythmically. “Come on, Whitney, come for me again.”
I let out a scream as stars explode behind my eyes. My body clenches around his fingers, and I feel tingles down to my toes. Theo works me through it, his movements with his fingers only slowing to a steady pace as I come down from my high.
Number 8: Attentive in the Bedroom
“Come here,” he says as he pulls his mouth away from my core, after kissing my clit one last time. My body trembles intermittently from the aftershocks of the orgasm. He has to help me, because my muscles don’t respond.
His strong arms snake under my pelvis, and he flips me onto my belly, grabbing my hip bones and raising them until I’m on my knees.
I know what’s coming, and my body aches for it.
Theo guides himself into me, and I moan the minute his cock pushes inside my body. He growls lowly as soon as he’s seated deep inside me. I am so deliciously full of him in this position, and already I feel like I could come, though he hasn’t even started to move yet.
As if trying to get a handle on himself, Theo folds his body over my back until his lips are next to my ear. One of his hands wraps around my waist until his fingers find my clit again. He begins to strum it back and forth, and I moan into the pillows.
“I’m going to fuck you so good, Whitney,” he says. “Do you want that?”
“Yes, Theo, Yes!” I shout, though it’s muffled by the bedding.
He draws his hips back slowly before thrusting in deep. I lurch forward and let out a feral sound I didn’t know I could make.
“Let it out, Whitney,” Theo rumbles in my ear. “Scream for me. Let everyone know who’s making you feel this good.”
“I’m going to come!” I shout.
“Yeah? Are you gonna come for me again? That’s a good girl; give it to me now.” His thrusts grow rapidly and he hits every possible erogenous zone deep inside me. “Come now, Whitney. Come.”
I can’t hold on anymore—I shatter around him.
For this moment, I’m just a woman, and Theo is just a man. He’s not the CEO of the company or the boss I’ll have to report to again come Monday. Right now, he’s the man bringing me undeniable levels of pleasure, and I’m the woman driving him crazy.
My body floats into nothingness as euphoria overtakes me.
The walls of my pussy clench around him, and he grunts as he fucks me.
The noises he makes as he moves deep within me bring me to new heights that I’ve never experienced before.
I’ve never been with a man as vocal as Theo during sex, but now that I know just how much it heightens my pleasure, I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to go back.
I’m obsessed with hearing just how appreciative Theo is of me, and my body seems to come alive with every moan and grunt that escapes his lips.
With a roar, Theo thrusts deep inside me, and then he stills as he comes.
His body drapes over mine again, and he holds me tightly.
His breathing is ragged, and his heart thumps against my back.
His body twitches a few more times, and then he pulls out of me before slumping onto the mattress at my side.
The minutes pass, and finally, when I feel I’ve caught my breath, I roll onto my other side to face him.
Theo’s got one arm draped over his forehead, and the arm closest to me spread out wide.
I curl up at his side and lean my cheek against his chest. His arm falls around my waist, and he pulls me into his body before turning his head to press a kiss to my forehead.
“You were perfect,” he says against my skin. I preen against his praise and snuggle in deeper. He sighs, breathing me in, and then swears, “We didn’t use a condom.”
“I’m on the pill. Have been for a long time,” I say to reassure him. I have no intentions of getting pregnant anytime soon. This isn’t my first rodeo.
He hums against me. “We should get you cleaned up.”
“Just a minute longer,” I say and hold him tighter, breathing in his scent—remnants of his cologne mixed with his sweat from fucking me. I’ve never experienced pheromones, but I would assume this is what they’re like. He’s irresistible.
My inner muscles clench again, the remaining soreness reminding me that I’m not quite ready to go again.
When I agreed to come on this trip with Theo, I never would have thought this was where we’d end up.
The attraction between us has been palpable for weeks, but both of us were toeing the line as best as we could.
I suppose being away from home, and the office, was just enough to push us both over the edge.
Satisfaction settles through me, and though I know that we’ll have to deal with the aftermath of this one way or another, I feel perfectly content with staying like this for as long as we can.