Hot CEO: An Enemies to Lovers Romance

by Charlize Starr

  “I know what you mean,” I say, nodding, “I’ve had a lot of people think it was a smart business venture but not understand why I cared so much about the details, clients’ success, or being there myself so often.”

  “People expect you to be all business,” Samantha says, nodding. “I did before I knew you.”

  “And people expect you to be no business,” I say, making Samantha laugh again, “the way I used to.”

  “Before yoga class kicked your ass?” Samantha says, making us both laugh this time.

  I grin. “I was going to say before I really got to know you,” I say, laughing. “But yeah, that too.”

  Samantha shakes her head.

  Our food arrives, and it’s every bit as delicious as I remember it being. We talk over more of our business ideas and more about the terrible dates we’ve both been on and how hard it’s been to meet anyone we felt serious about. By the end of the evening, I’m sure I’m starting to feel very serious about Samantha. I drive her home after our date, and the whole way, I’m thinking about how much I don’t want the evening to end. I take her to the door and we pause outside it.

  “Thanks for this, Lucas. It’s been a great night,” she says, looking up at me. I step in closer to her, eyes on her lips.

  “It has been,” I agree. I raise a hand and put it on her face the way I’ve wanted to do so many times. She nods and makes a little breathy sound that I think I’d like to hear her make over and over. She leans in and up toward me, and I lean down.

  Her lips are warm and soft against mine as we kiss, and I tug her in closer, wanting to make this last. She puts a hand on my back, pulling me in even closer to her like she’s thinking the same thing. It’s an electric kiss, one I think I’ll remember even if things don’t end up working out the way I want them to.

  My hand slides into her hair as I kiss her. I haven’t known her for long, but kissing her somehow feels like something I’ve been waiting for and wanting for years.

  Chapter Twenty - Samantha

  Lucas is an amazing kisser, just the way I should have known he would be. Kissing him makes me feel like I’m falling into him, lost in the moment and giddy with it. I want to keep doing it. It’s heavier than the wine had been, and it makes me feel warmer and happier than anything else I can remember at that moment.

  It’s been a perfect night. This kiss is amazing, and I decide that I don’t want it to end.

  “This doesn’t have to be the end of the night,” I say in a whisper as we pull back. Lucas keeps one hand on my face and one on my back as he looks at me. I haven’t let go of him either. I’ve got one hand on his back and one in the fabric of his shirt.

  “No?” Lucas asks, raising an eyebrow. He looks happy again, in a real and genuine way. He is also looking at me with such intensity that it makes me feel shaky and breathless. I don’t want him to leave.

  “No,” I say, firmly, putting a bit of a seductive edge in my voice on purpose. “So, would you like to come in?”

  “I’d love to,” Lucas says, bending his head to kiss me quickly before I lead us inside.

  We’re kissing again as soon as we’re past the front door, even more intensely now, our hands all over each other. I don’t normally invite men inside on a first date – I’d normally never even consider sleeping with someone on a first date. But this doesn’t feel like a normal first date. We’ve been building up to this for weeks every time we’ve gone jogging, every time he’s stopped by the center, every time we’ve talked on the phone.

  Kissing him now, like this, feels thrilling. My whole body is responding to it, pulsing under the light touches his hands are making, breathing heavier than after an intense workout. I slide my hands up and into his jacket, pushing it away so I can run my hands over the muscles of his chest. His fingers trace over my neck, my pulse point, and then down over my shoulders as he kisses me.

  I consider just moving towards the couch and bringing him with me, but I don’t. I want to do this right, not like a desperate college kid. I pull back for a minute, delighted to see he also looks a little flushed and out of breath.

  “My bedroom is down the hall,” I say. He grins at me, looking around my living room a little before looking at back at me. It’s intimate having him here, and I think I like the way that feels.

  “Lead the way,” he says. He shrugs out of the jacket and tosses it on my couch. We both step out of our shoes before we walk toward the bedroom. I’m trembling as we walk. I keep thinking about all the times we’ve jogged together, about all the times I’ve seen his body and muscles in action. I can’t wait to touch them. To see them in action in different ways. I close my bedroom door behind us, shivering when I feel his hands on my neck again as I do. He follows his fingers with his lips, kissing my neck and shoulders from behind.

  I turn around slowly, putting my hand back on his chest when I do. I lean in to kiss him again, needing him close. His hands move down my back, toward my ass, and I gasp into his mouth a little.

  I start to unbutton his shirt, desperate to see his muscles when they’re not covered in clothing. He licks his tongue against my mouth, and I open my lips to him. His hands make teasing patterns on my back, up to my shoulders and back down to my ass, never lingering anywhere for too long.

  I tug his shirt open and get my hands on his chest, running my fingers over the warm, firm skin I discover there. Lucas slides a hand up to my shoulder again, this time threading his hands under the straps of my dress and pulling them down over my shoulders. I pull back from the kiss so I can get his shirt all the way off and look at him as I do.

  I’ve never been with a man with such defined muscles, with such a strong chest and arms. The sight of it turns me on even more, and I can already feel myself getting wet. Lucas grins at me. I go to step back in, needing to touch him more, and Lucas stops me.

  “Wait,” he says. He puts a gentle but firm hand on my shoulder and turns me around. He puts a hand on the zipper of my dress and smirks. “May I?”

  “Please do,” I say, nodding.

  He takes his time, slowly pulling my zipper down, stopping to run his hands over the skin of my back as he does, to kiss my back at several places in a way that makes me shiver. I step out of my dress once he’s unzipped it and turn around to face him.

  “Beautiful,” he says, taking in the sight of me in my bra and underwear. I move back into him, kissing him again and running my hands over his chest, his stomach, and his arms. He moves his fingers down my collarbone, and then along the edges my bra, touching my breasts but staying on the outside of my bra. His hands feel so good on me, his touch so warm and amazing.

  He reaches around and unhooks my bra, letting it fall to the floor along with my dress. He cups a hand over my breasts, one at a time, fingers running circles over my nipples, making me moan and writhe against him. I step away enough to pull him toward my bed, needing more of him. I lie back in bed, and he crawls over me, grinning down at me as he does.

  He returns his attention to my breasts as I start to work the button and zipper on his pants. He licks his way down my neck and then runs his tongue over my nipples. I gasp at the feeling and feel my hips rock up against him.

  I run my hands over his hips and then into the waistband of his pants. I don’t usually feel this desperate when I have sex, but I’m desperate for Lucas. I want to touch him. I want to see his cock, want to feel it in my hands and in my mouth and inside me. I want him to fuck me. I want everything. I want it to go slow, I want it to go fast, I want so much at this moment. I want Lucas.

  He lifts his head up from my breast to kiss me again. He trails a hand down over my stomach and then over my underwear. He runs his hand over the fabric, and I know it’s soaked from how turned on I am. I start to tug on his pants, pulling them down over his hips and his ass. He pulls back, just for a minute. I miss the contact already, needing him back touching me again, but I can’t complain when he steps out of his pants and then pulls his underwear off as well.
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br />   His cock is hard, and I feel myself getting even wetter at the sight of it. He runs a hand over himself, stroking his own cock like he’s preparing for me. I gasp and move my hands to my own hips, pulling my underwear off.

  He climbs back over me and runs his hand down my waist again. This time, he spreads my legs apart and runs his fingers over my clit. I cry out and buck my hips. It feels like so much, and it feels so good.

  “Fuck,” I hiss out. “Yes.”

  Lucas runs his fingers over my clit over and over, making me wetter and wetter. I squirm under him, crying out over and over as he touches me. He rubs fast circles on my clit and then moves lower, sliding two fingers inside me, fucking me with his fingers. He moves slowly at first, then faster.

  “Lucas, yes, please,” I say. It sounds like a whimper to my own ears – like I’m begging him. I feel like I am. I reach my own hands down, wanting to touch his cock, to feel him. He groans as soon as I do, stroking him and running my fingers over the head of his cock. He loses the rhythm he’s been making inside me with his fingers at my strokes.

  “Shit,” Lucas says. He takes his fingers back out of me and runs them up over my clit again. I gasp. I want him inside me.

  “Please,” I say. Lucas picks up speed with his fingers. I shake my head and grab his wrist.

  “Fuck me, please. I want to feel you inside me,” I say, begging this time.

  Lucas moves his hands away and smiles. “You don’t need to ask me twice,” he says with a grin. “I’ve been thinking about this for weeks.” He runs a hand over his cock again, then positions himself and slides inside me.

  “I have, too,” I admit. “Yes, god. That’s so good.”

  “You feel incredible,” he says. He puts his hands on my legs, pulling me in closer, hitting a spot inside me that makes me see white behind my eyes. He starts up a rhythm, pulling in and out of me, slow and deep, and then fast and hard, switching his pacing as he goes. It’s making me dizzy in the best possible way. I claw my fingers at the bedsheets, balling them up at the sensation.

  “Fuck,” Lucas says as I tighten my legs around him, drawing us even closer together as he fucks me in a delicious rhythm.

  I put a hand up, running it over his stomach and chest again, loving how warm and hard his muscles feel. Loving how I can feel them working as he rocks into me over and over.

  I lose myself in it, the feeling of him inside me, the hands he has on my legs, the way we’re both cursing and calling out each other’s names. I feel myself rocking up into him harder, wanting even more. I lose track of time entirely until he moves one of his hands down to start touching my clit again as he fucks me. The motions of his hands take me even higher, making everything somehow feel even better.

  His eyes meet mine. They look dark and intense. I will myself to keep my eyes open, even though all the sensation, to look at him.

  “I want to taste you after I lick you. I want to you to come with me fucking you and then again under my tongue,” he says. I cry out again, feeling like I might come just from his words.

  “Is that a promise?” I ask, gasping. I’m so high with pleasure, and the idea of him doing it again, making me come all over again, makes everything feel even sharper – makes me feel amazing.

  “It absolutely is,” he says. He starts rocking into me even harder, moving fast now, every stroke making me gasp.

  “Good,” I say, “I’ll hold you to it.”

  “I bet you’ll look beautiful when you come for me,” he says. I’m not normally this into talking dirty. When other men have done it, it’s actually been a turn-off. But Lucas saying these things to me is the hottest thing I’ve ever heard in my life.

  He runs his fingers over my clit over and over as he fucks me, and I feel myself build higher and higher, losing track of time again until I feel my orgasm approaching.

  “Lucas,” I cry out as I come, shuddering and shouting, crashing as he fucks me. His eyes widen, watching me, and his hips start to stutter, like feeling me come has brought him to his own edge.

  “Fuck,” he says. “You’re so beautiful.”

  He comes inside me as I’m still shuddering through my own orgasm. He pulls out of me slowly. I’m feeling so electric that every movement he makes feels like it’s going through my whole body.

  He kisses me and then slides down my body. He wastes no time at all, putting his head between my legs and opening me up so he can start to lick my clit. I’m still coming down from my first orgasm, still feeling the shakes of it. It’s almost too much, too intense, I’m so sensitive.

  “Oh, god,” I cry out as his tongue licks my clit. He uses his fingers to spread me open wide, and his tongue licks all over me, putting pressure on my clit and building me back up again before I’ve really had a chance to come down. I’m dizzy with it, so far gone I’m not even thinking. All I can do is feel. Everything is this sensation, the feeling of his tongue on my clit, licking me and bringing me close to orgasm all over again. No one has never done this. In fact, some of the men I’ve been with haven’t even made sure I’ve come once, let alone twice.

  I say his name over and over as his tongue works over me. I clutch at the sheets and writhe under him, under the incredible feeling of him tasting me this way. I build back up quickly. It’s not long until I feel another orgasm approaching, this one even more intense the first.

  I scream when I come, falling back flat against the bed but feeling like I’m floating away from my body. I’m spent and exhausted and overcome, and it feels amazing. Lucas comes up beside me, putting his hands in my hair and kissing my forehead as I come down.

  “Incredible,” he whispers. “So fucking beautiful.” He pulls me in close to him, leaving light kisses all over my faces as I roll into his chest, still coming down from my orgasm.

  I feel like I may never be able to move again. I feel like I may never want to.

  Chapter Twenty-One - Lucas

  My date with Samantha went better than I could have imagined. Spending the night with her had been incredible. I can’t wait to be with her again, to touch her again. Now, more than ever, I want to figure out a way to keep what’s happening between us. I don’t want to let competition ruin it. I don’t want to chase her away. I want her to stay in my life. I want to keep seeing her, kissing her, touching her, being with her. I want to pursue this for as long as I can.

  I don’t want this to be a fleeting affair.

  I’ve been thinking about ways to keep Samantha in my life, to keep this thing going, ever since our first date and night together. I’ve been preoccupied with her for weeks, but now it’s even more intense. It’s all I can think about. I can’t stand the thought of losing her, of our diverging business plans making an irreparable division between us.

  I think I might need a new plan. I’ve been staring at the center’s website for almost half an hour now, thinking about how much I’ve enjoyed the classes I’ve taken there. They’ve been a fun addition to my normal workout routine. I’ve been enjoying them and the challenge they provide. I’m starting to think my clients might feel the same way. I’m starting to think that maybe instead of looking at our businesses as being against each other, we should start thinking about them as working together.

  Just like Samantha and I have been discovering how much we have in common, our businesses have a lot in common, too. Maybe that doesn’t have to be a bad thing. Maybe we don’t have to compete. It’s not a fully-formed plan and I don’t know exactly how we’d pull it off, but I keep seeing snippets of the idea. We could work together. We could send people back and forth to each other’s businesses. My clients could take classes, and her clients could lift weights. I don’t know all the details, and it’d certainly be an unpopular idea with some of my investors, but I’m starting to think that some kind of business partnership would be the best thing for Samantha and me, for our growing relationship, and for the neighborhood in general.

  I want to discuss it with Samantha as soon as possible, so I call her u
p and invite her to lunch, my brain filling with ideas for a potential plan.

  I make some notes on my phone for things to discuss over lunch and head out. I’m planning to meet Samantha at a little cafe about three blocks from the center and the new development. It’s one of those places that’s only open for breakfast and lunch, but you can get both all day and everything is always fresh and delicious. There are a lot of really healthy options, and their menu also includes smoothies and fresh-pressed juices. I like to stop in after workouts, but it also seems like a great place to meet Samantha and discuss plans.

  I drive over from my office. She’s there before I am. She looks beautiful today, just as beautiful as she had all dressed up for our date, I think. Even sitting here in a sweatshirt and leggings with her hair pulled back, she’s one of the most gorgeous women I’ve ever seen, and I can’t take my eyes off of her.

  “Hey you,” I say, leaning in to give her a quick kiss before sitting down. She puts a hand on my arm as we kiss, warm and intimate.

  “Hi,” she says, smiling. “I’m glad you called.”

  “I wanted to see you and to talk to you about some things, actually,” I say.

  She nods. “I wanted to see you, too, and I really needed a break in my work day today,” she says. She sounds a little stressed out and her eyes look tired.

  “Rough morning?” I ask.

  Samantha nods. “You could say that. More stressful than rough, I suppose, but yeah. I usually eat at my desk, but this lunch break is just what I need,” she says.

  “On days I’m in the office, I do too,” I say, pausing to place my order with the waitress and listen to Samantha give hers.

  “This is a lot better than eating carrots and a protein bar at my desk while I stare at spreadsheets,” she says with a sigh.

  “I have days like that,” I say, thinking of times I’ve worked so long I didn’t even notice how late it got. There have been entire weeks where I’ve eaten all my meals in the office. It’s one of the reasons Paul worries. It’s part of why I’ve gotten so many dinner invitations to eat with him, Molly and the kids.