My CEO Whispered ‘Round Two

He scooped me into his arms as if I weighed nothing, cradling me against his chest like I was something precious. My arms wrapped around his neck, my face tucked into the warm curve where his shoulder met his jaw. He didn’t head for the bedroom — maybe it felt too far, or maybe he simply couldn’t wait. Instead, he stopped at the sofa in the living room, lowering me onto the cushions with a slowness that felt more like worship than haste.

The city outside was a blur of lights, but inside our living room, the only light came from the faint amber flicker of the fireplace. Shadows danced across his face, painting him in gold and darkness.

His lips moved over my collarbone with a patience that made my skin ache.

It wasn’t rushed. It never was with him.

One of his hands cradled my face, the other pressed low on my waist, holding me like I might slip away if he let go. My undies were twisted around my legs, the faint hum of the city beyond the window nothing compared to the quiet thunder of my heartbeat.

When his mouth finally found mine, it wasn’t tentative — it was deep, familiar, claiming. I tasted the warmth of him, the steady way he kissed me like he had all the time in the world. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, because with Jake, closer was never enough; an inch from him always felt like a mile.

“I missed you,” he murmured when we broke apart, his forehead resting against mine.

I smiled faintly. “You saw me this morning.”

His eyes darkened. “That’s not the same. I saw you, but I couldn’t touch you.”

That was Jake Daniel — the man the world saw as the cold, untouchable hotel tycoon, but here with me, he was warm, unguarded, totally mine.

His lips trailed down my neck, his hand sliding over my hip, and I let my body melt into his. Heat flared between us — the kind that blurred the lines between love and hunger — and soon there was nothing but the press of his body against mine, the sound of my own breath, and the way every touch seemed to brand me.

My chest rose and fell against his as I tried to catch my breath. The world felt vague — just the sound of my heartbeat in my ears, the faint glow of the amber flicker in the fireplace, and the heat of his body still pressed to mine.

Jake’s lips brushed my temple, but there was a restless hunger in his breathing, in the way his fingers still traced my thigh as if he wasn’t ready to let go.

I laughed softly, though it came out shaky. “You got what you wanted — touched where you wanted and entered where you couldn’t since morning,” I whispered.

His eyes locked on mine — dark, intent, unblinking. “Not even close. Not enough to compensate for what I’ve been through all day.”

Before I could answer, he scooped me up again, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. My arms circled his neck, and I could feel the taut strength in him, the way his muscles flexed under my touch as he carried me through the dim hallway.

“To where again?” I muttered in his ear.

He didn’t even reply.

The bedroom door swung open, and the cooler air brushed my overheated skin. He set me down on the bed — not with the slow tenderness from earlier, but with a kind of reverence wrapped in urgency.

“Jake…” I started, but his mouth was already on mine, swallowing the rest.

This kiss was different — deeper, hungrier, like he was trying to pull me into him. His hands roamed, memorising every curve, every shiver. I felt his weight press me into the mattress, the solid heat of him between my thighs, and the ache in me returned — sharper this time.

“Round two,” he murmured against my lips, voice low, almost a growl. “This time, I’m not stopping until I’ve had my fill and made you pay for what you did today — always making me see but not touch.”

And just like that, he swung into another round of action.