Resisting the CEO: Office Second Chance Romance (Dirty Hot Resistance Series Book 2)

by Emelia Blair

  “As long as you know.” She sounds satisfied.

  This time, I reach down and take her lips in a kiss, the intention behind it clear.

  She doesn’t resist, sighing into my mouth.

  My hands reach for the back of her dress and I pull the zip down.

  The sound of it, makes her freeze, and she breaks the kiss, looking at me, her red mouth trembling, “I’ve never – I’ve never slept with anyone before.”

  I knew this but hearing her say it out loud, makes me harden and I brush the strands of her hair from her face. “Do you want me to stop?”

  She shakes her head, her face beetroot red. “I just–I don’t know what to do. I mean I’ve read books?”

  “Books?” Curiosity pushes at me, making me want to tease her, mercilessly. “Just what sort of books have you been reading? Maybe you should read them to me.”

  She flushes even more. “You know, romance books. And no, I won’t!”

  I circle my hand around her neck, tilting her head back. “It would be fun. You can read to me and I can act out whatever is happening on you.”

  Her pupils dilate at the joking suggestion, and her lips part.

  I’m intrigued, making a mental note to be sure to try that. “Do you want me, Kendall?” My hold in her hair is firm, keeping her head tilted, facing upwards.

  Her breathing is rapid, her chest heaving up and down, and she bites her lower lip as she answers, “Yes.”

  “Do you trust me?”

  She nods.

  “Say it.”

  Her voice is shaky as she breathes out, “I-I trust you.”

  “Then trust me to take care of you.”

  When she nods, I feel the triumph rising in me.

  14

  Kendall

  Caleb’s touch is gentle as he propels me to my feet and turns me around.

  He pushes my hair over my shoulder and presses an open-mouthed kiss to my neck, making me shiver. I feel his hands pushing my dress over my shoulders, sliding it down, and I close my eyes, waiting for the sound of dismay at seeing the thousand scars on my back.

  The dress pools at my feet and my eyes are squeezed shut as I bare myself to him, clad only in a strapless bra.

  He doesn’t make a sound as he stares at my back. “Who did this?” His breath on my skin is as hot as the cold rage simmering in his voice.

  “You don’t know him,” I say, softly, and a surprised gasp is torn from me when his hand circles my throat in a possessive move and he murmurs in my ear, his voice filled with menace, “You’re going to give me a name after. I’m going to hunt him down and rip his skin from his body to show him what it feels like. And then I’ll keep going to teach him what happens to someone who touches what’s mine.”

  The vengeful words spoken so softly in my ear ring true and I shudder. “I can’t let you do that. You’re not going to prison again, for me.”

  His hand tightens on my throat and my lips part my breath is ragged. There is something so erotic about the way he’s holding me that my abdomen tingles. “Caleb.”

  “After,” he promises.

  I suddenly fear for the men who did this to me. “I thought you were going to take care of me,” I taunt him, wanting to change this line of conversation.

  “Oh, I will.” He pulls back, releasing my throat.

  Unexpectedly, I miss his hand on my neck.

  “First, I want to do this.”

  I feel his mouth on my scars and my lower lip quivers, tears burning in my eyes. “D-Don’t do that.”

  But he doesn’t stop, his mouth touching, gently, worshipful, on each scar, each bit of ugly upraised skin.

  I choke back on a sob, unable to handle how he’s treating me so reverently. “Caleb.”

  He makes a small humming sound as his mouth descends on another scar at the very bottom and my back arches, my nipples tightening at the way his hands tighten on my waist as he sucks and nips and kisses my back. “I—” His thumbs hook on the edges of my panties and I stiffen.

  “Trust me?”

  I let him pull them down and I step out of them, gingerly.

  My back is to him and it makes me feel even more vulnerable. I have the urge to turn around face him. Before the thought can complete in my head, I’m being turned around.

  Gold flecks sparkle in his amber eyes as they roam over my body in a way that has me blushing fiercely. “Stop that.” My hands go to cover my lower region.

  He stops their descent. “No. Let me look.”

  Reluctant, I let him pull my hands to his shirt and I understand what he wants. My fingers quickly unbutton his shirt, pushing it aside, and he shrugs it off until it’s a heap on the ground. I look up at him before I splay my fingers on his chest, curling it into the crispy dark hair on it. I keep petting his chest, fascinated.

  As my hands move lower, Caleb traps them with his own, “No.”

  “But…” I stop myself from the edge of the complaint.

  He laughs with a raspy sexy sound. “Come here.”

  His hand is on my back and abruptly, I’m plastered to him as he kisses me, almost sweetly. His kisses have a drugging effect on me. I can’t get enough of them. I feel his fingers move on my back and then my bra is free, falling down, and then his mouth is on my neck and I can’t think anymore.

  He’s licking my neck, kissing it, biting my skin in a way that is sure to leave marks. A whimper leaves my throat as he then lightly runs his tongue over my ear and whispers, “You really are incredibly charming like this.” He bites down on the lobe and I make a garbled sound, his touch making my skin burn.

  And then, I’m whirled around, my bare back pressed flush against his naked chest and it’s doing all sorts of things to me and I can feel something churning inside me, something building.

  His hands move to cup my full breasts and he toys with the nipples. My head rests on his shoulders as I gasp out each time he tugs on my pebbled nipples. When he twists them almost painfully, my lips part and I let out a low keening sound. I can feel the wetness between my legs and I quiver in his strong arms as he holds me upright, his mouth on my neck, my shoulder, his hands twisting and tugging at my breasts, making me feel things I’ve never felt before.

  He pushes my legs apart with his thick thigh and then I’m riding it, mindlessly, unable to handle the pleasure coursing through me.

  I want.

  I want something.

  “Caleb, please,” I sob out, seeing white and he growls at my plea.

  He grabs me by the arm and tosses me on the bed. His hands grab me by the hips and pulls me to the edge of the bed so that my bottom is hanging from mid-air.

  It takes me a few seconds to realize what he’s about to do and I reach out, wildly, uncertain. “What are you—?”

  He gives me a smirk and then his hands forcibly part my legs and his mouth is somewhere it shouldn’t be.

  I’m screaming because all I can feel is white spectral heat as his tongue laps at my slit, curling inside in a way nothing has ever done.

  I have only every used toys on my clit, too wary to penetrate myself and it’s his tongue which does it. He’s fucking me with that slippery appendage and I’m moaning loudly, my hands grasping at the sheets to hold on to something as the orgasm builds inside of me.

  I buck against his mouth and he holds me down, ignoring the pleas tearing from my mouth as I beg him to stop, to go faster, to do something.

  The orgasm builds and builds and then his teeth clamp gently on my clit and I lose it, crying out his name as I come, sobbing, the sensation stronger than any I have ever experienced.

  I feel his arms around me but I’m hovering between bliss and darkness, my inner muscles contracting.

  I feel warm kisses on my face as Caleb brings me down from my high and I feel light and airy as I look up at him. “You’re really good at this.”

  He smiles at me. “There’s more than just this.”

  I feel his fingers probing below, rubbing along the slit of
my drenched pussy. My eyes are on his as I moan, his helpless captive, and when he inserts one thick finger into me, I whimper in need.

  “You’re so tight,” he murmurs in wonder, his eyes taking in every expression I make as he plays with my body. His finger is moving in and out of me.

  I clutch onto him, my breathing harsh.

  “Do you like that?” he asks.

  I see that smug look on his face and it just makes me realize he’s dominating me completely and I moan out, “Yes.”

  “Do you think you could take another finger?” His voice is silky smooth, a sinful whisper against my skin, full of amused restraint. He enjoys watching me like this, helpless, writhing as he fucks me with just his finger.

  When I feel another finger shoving inside, my back arches as the strength of the orgasm hits me, making me sob out again, “Oh God! Caleb!”

  His jaw is tight as his eyes greedily drink in my face. “Again,” he demands as he’s suddenly fucking me, almost roughly with those two fingers.

  I’m moving against them, up and down, the pleasure blinding me.

  When I erupt this time, he scissors his fingers inside of me and my head lolls on the mattress, my brain cells getting fried one by one.

  “One day,” Caleb says, his voice heavy with promise, “I’m going to take those toys that you have and fuck you with them. We’ll see how many orgasms you can have before you pass out.”

  My eyes meet his, dazed and high from bliss, and my voice is rough, “That doesn’t sound much like a threat.”

  He laughs then. “You utter brat.”

  I’ve never seen him laugh with such openness and there’s something so intimate in the moment that my heart swells up with love and I reach out to caress his face, sounding lost as I say, “You can’t leave me again, Caleb.”

  His fingers are still moving inside me and my lips part as I let out a soft moan.

  He grips my face, his eyes moving over it, as if memorizing every feature, and he admits, “I don’t think I can survive separation from you again.”

  And then my head is thrown back as he increases the pace of his fingers making me cry out, “Oh!”

  “Come for me again,” he tells me, his words a sharp order.

  I’m unable to do anything but obey him.

  He milks the orgasm from me until I’m spent and then he pulls his fingers out and I see him bring them to his mouth and I watch in aroused fascination as he takes in my cream and licks it off his fingers.

  My nipples harden at the sight and the look he shoots me is knowing.

  “Asshole,” I hiss out.

  Then he’s unbuckling his belt and he’s kicking off his pants while something in me tightens on seeing his massive cock. It’s huge and I suddenly feel nervous. “I—that’s too big.” I blink.

  His smirk broadens as he reaches out to playfully flick one tightened nub making me hiss, “That’s a compliment, sweetness. And yes, it will fit,” he says in answer to the anxious question in my eyes. Then he leans forward and presses an adoring kiss to my lips. “Tell me if you want to stop.”

  I eye the thick appendage and I wonder how it will feel inside of me. “I can take it.”

  “Are you absolutely sure?” he asks again.

  I nod bravely.

  I hear the rip of something and then he’s smoothing over a condom on himself.

  I’m grateful he thought of it. I’m soaking wet and when he positions himself and pushes the blunt head inside me, I breathe harshly.

  “Okay there?” He’s watching me carefully.

  I nod, tightly, scared and yet exhilarated.

  Inch by inch, he pushes inside of me and I feel myself stretching like never before. I make a sound of discomfort.

  He freezes immediately. He’s hating himself for causing me even this amount of pain.

  “Caleb, just do it,” I hiss out.

  He nods.

  The cry of pain that leaves my lips as he breaks my hymen makes him wince. He’s now completed seated inside of me.

  I’ve never felt so full in my life. It’s a strange sensation and as the pain passes, I shift slightly. The spark of sharp pleasure has my eyes widening.

  Caleb’s hands are on my breasts as he distracts me with pleasure, as he sucks at my nipples, teasing them.

  I tremble. “Move.” My inner muscles are quivering in anticipation and I whimper again. “Move, dammit!”

  His mouth is still on my breast as he gently bites the hardened nub, he shifts his hips, withdrawing a bit before he plunges in again.

  I moan out, a long helpless sound of pleasure. “That – that feels so good.”

  He does it again, and again, and then I’m moaning his name, my breathing stilted, as he slowly fucks me. But it’s not enough. My hands reach for his hair and I tug at it, urgently. “Harder. Move faster.”

  He lifts his face from my breasts to look at me.

  I feel so needy, desperate and I know it shows on my face.

  He smiles, slowly, before saying smoothly, “Of course.”

  And then he’s fucking me into the mattress, his hips slamming against mine and the whole room is filled with sounds of my moans, his grunts and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh.

  “You’re so fucking tight!” Caleb hisses into my neck.

  I whine and rock my hips, desperate to get his cock as deep as possible.

  He pulls out until only the blunt head of his cock is in my pussy and then he slams in and I let out a low wail. My hands are reaching for his back, sliding off sweat-slick skin and I dig blunt nails in.

  Caleb lets out a satisfied sound as if this was what he’d been waiting for. “Yesss,” he breathes in my neck and then he’s tugging my head back and licking into my mouth.

  It’s filthy and raw and my pants are loud and desperate. His cock is pistoning inside my pussy at a speed I can’t match and I’m can’t think, I can’t see, I can only feel. “Oh, oh. Oh!” My moan is low and long, my muscles tightening around his cock.

  “That’s it,” Caleb says, his jaw clenched. “Come for me, Kendall.”

  “Unh…ohhh…Caleb!” And then I’m seeing colors while only hearing white noise and my whole body is on fire…. I’m losing myself into him.

  He thrusts himself into me two more times before his whole body tenses and he groans out.

  My breathing is harsh, and I make a small sound when he pulls out of me. Wrapping me in his arms, he holds me to him until our hearts stop racing and I feel a sense of lethargy dawning on me.

  I’m slipping into sleep and he murmurs something to me and I can’t make sense of it, the heat from his body making me feel safe and loved and for the first time in a long, long while, I feel content as I fall asleep.

  Awareness comes to me in small trickles and when I come to, I’m wrapped around someone really tightly and my bladder is protesting.

  Tired, exhausted, my lower body throbbing with this dull ache, I groan and look into Caleb’s sleeping face. Memories from last night come rushing back but even as I feel myself flush from recalling every sigh, every moan, every whispered word, the urgency of my bladder, has me trying to escape Caleb’s iron grasp.

  I struggle relentlessly and fail, and then have to push at him to release me.

  When his arms tighten around me, I scowl, Possessive bastard.

  “Caleb,” I breathe his name out. “If you don’t want me to pee in bed, I’d suggest you let me go.”

  His eyes dart open as he lets me go.

  I’m rushing to the bathroom. I can finally breathe again once the pressure in my bladder is gone. One look in the mirror however, tells me that my makeup is smeared all over my face. I wash it, wiping off the remnants of color. The stickiness between my thighs turns this into a twenty minute shower as well and by the time I leave the bathroom, Caleb is sitting up in bed, his tablet in his hand as he scours the news.

  He looks up when I exit the bathroom and doesn’t bother hiding his disappointment on seeing the robe I’m w
earing. “Everything okay?” He’s watching me with something akin to concern.

  I raise the sleeve of the robe to rub it against my face. It’s soft like a cloud and I’m warm and comfortable, the hot shower having done wonders for the soreness. Even the awkwardness that I had been plagued with is starting to melt away. I crawl into bed, bathrobe and all, my hair wrapped in a towel, and sigh sleepily. “I’m taking a few more hours from reality.”

  His fingertips graze my cheek and he chuckles. “You look all flushed and rosy cheeked. Makes me want to mess you up all over again.”

  I open my eyes and glare at him. “Don’t you dare! I’m still sore down there.”

  His grin disappears. “Are you hurting?”

  I shift so that I’m lying on my back staring up at him and wince at the dull twinge the action brings me. “It’s this uncomfortable ache.” At the concern in his eyes, I admit, “I just want to stay in bed today.”

  To the world, he presents a cold, immovable front, but in front of me, Caleb shows himself, and his lips curve. “Want some company?”

  “If you keep your hands to yourself, sure,” I say.

  He tugs at one of the escaping tendrils of my hair. “You sure you want me to?”

  I pull my hair back from his grasp. “I won’t tolerate any hanky-panky. I mean it.”

  When he leans down to brush his lips against mine, my heart skips a beat and he smiles against my lips, knowingly, “I’ll try.”

  Caleb does stay true to his words when he orders up breakfast. After he showers, we sit on the bed, we have assorted fruit, scrambled eggs, and pancakes, him just wearing a pair of pajamas.

  I snicker at him.

  “What?” He narrows his eyes at me.

  I can’t help the grin. “You don’t seem like a pajama person to me. I would think you slept in your suits as well. Considering, you wore them at your place when Duke and I watched the match.”

  He flicks my ear with his finger at the comment.

  I scowl. “Stop it.”

  He just grins and then after breakfast, he climbs into bed, pulling me halfway onto him till my upper body is sprawled on his legs in an oddly comfortable position with me facing away from him, as he studies some reports on his tablets.