Taming The Wild CEO novel Chapter 46

Javier POV

She stood perfectly still at first but then her hands were around his head, pressing him on, eager, demanding, expressing an urgency that was wild for satisfaction.

All the erotic thoughts he had had about Ella for the last two weeks raged through his mind. He remembered her rounded behind tempting him whenever she walked in and out of his office — as it had always reminded him of how she had looked like when she had been naked in his bedroom and walked to the bathroom, and he ran his hands over it, wanting to squeeze the fullness of her cheeks. But the fabric of her skirt was stiff, not soft and giving. He hauled it up and pushed it away from her panties. Nothing to get in the way and he reveled in the lovely bare curves, cupping them, lifting them to fit her more closely to the rampant hardness stirred by her readiness to come his way. Her way, too. No doubt about that.

She wriggled against him. Seductively. And her mouth was in a stormy tangle with his, both of them simulating what they really wanted, the excitement intense. She was on heat, definitely melting for him, except for the hard nubs pressing against his chest, more intoxicating proof of her arousal.

Buttons, he thought, and the desire to undo them shot through him, moving his hands to the sexy stretchy top she wore, shoving it up, pushing it over the mounds of her breasts, sliding a palm over them, rubbing the marvelous protrusions, so tight, bigger than he had remembered, big aureoles, too, feeling the different skin texture of them.

He had to look, had to see. He had to imprint them in his mind so he would never forget. Thus he wrenched his mouth from the hot intimacy of hers, grabbed a great hank of her gorgeous long hair, and bent her back from him. Perfect, perfect breasts, the aureoles gleaming like ripe plums, and in the center of them, such long nipples drawing him towards them. Irresistible.

He scooped Ella off her feet, sliding her body up against his until he could take one of the provocative peaks in his mouth, tugging at it with agreed he had never felt before. She gave a throaty animal cry and the sheer wanton need he heard in it drove him to her other breast, and the hands in his hair, kneading, clutching, pushing, were telling him to give more but his body was screaming for its own satisfaction.

The desk. In one of his dreams, he had fantasized about having her there. His legs instantly chose to move to the end of it and he laid her down along the top, her hair sprawling out in a picture of glorious abandonment, her breasts thrust up to him, still irresistible. He leaned over and gave them his avid attention as he unfastened his trousers and unleashed his own needy flesh. Already positioned between her thighs, her supple legs wound around his hips, ready to pull him into her, Javier paused only long enough to push her panties down her legs. He could feel her urgent desire, hot, moist, quivery, and he plunged himself forward, traveling fast to the innermost depths of her, exulting in the convulsive welcome she gave him, the arch of her back as she lifted herself to take all he could give sheer ecstasy, her coming instant, wine in his blood.

A moan of almost agonized bliss erupted from her throat as it arched, as well, making her hair ripple and swirl. He rocketed out of control, pumping in a frenzy of exultation as she came again and again and again, crying out for more. His climax burst from him like a fountain of exquisite pleasure, and she arched once more, feeling it, wanting it, loving it. She was beautiful. While still reveling in the honeyed heat of their intimacy, he leaned over and kissed her breasts, wanting to capture the throb of her heart, the whole inner life of her beating for him, with him.

The peaks were still aroused, wonderfully sensitive to his caressing, but her legs had fallen limp, sliding down the back of his thighs. Knowing their connection could not last, he gathered her up in his arms and joined his mouth to hers, savoring her response to their kissing and holding her close, soothing her tremors as separation inevitably came.

But it had been mind-blowing and as he ended their kiss, a grin of sheer happiness spread across his face and his joy bubbled into words. “Do not discredit yourself, Miss Stanford. Even after all of this, I could never get enough of you.”

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As Ella had gone to the bathroom, Javier went back to his office and started going through his emails. Halfway through, he suddenly recalled that they had not used protection. He had been too driven by his desire for her that he did not even pull a condom out of his wallet or asked her if she had taken contraception.

What was he thinking?

He cursed himself. Ella had been a virgin two weeks ago, highly likely she would not take the contraception especially since she had been firm that after that Sunday night, nothing would happen again. But perhaps she had taken the contraception just in case.

Javier strode to the connecting door, needing the question instantly settled. Ella was seated at her desk, fingers tapping away at the keyboard with the firepower of the most dedicated secretary.

“Do you take contraception?” he shot at her.

Her head snapped towards him but her expression seemed totally blank, as though her mind had not connected to what he had just said.

“We just had unprotected sex, Miss Stanford,” he bit out tersely.

“Oh!” Heat scorched her cheeks. “Do you mean could I get pregnant?” Clearly, she was highly discomforted by the conversation. Her face was glowing with heat and her gaze jerked back to the monitor screen, her long loose hair swinging forward to block him out.

“Yes, perhaps you could take those pills that girls always take. I am not sure what it was called but I remember back in uni, the drugstore by the campus sells one of those. The pills you take after you had unprotected sex.”

“Ah, the morning after pill?” asked Ella, tilting her head sweetly. “You do not have to worry, Sir.”

“Okay,” he drawled and retreated to his office, his heart considerably lighter.