Loving the CEO (bundle of five romance novels)

by Noelle Adams

  “Come for me, my little sexy wife. Come,” he whispered around her nipple.

  Kaya raked her nails across his back and shoulders and as she felt herself crashing on ecstasy’s shore. Damp and weak, she collapsed against Bryce.

  With a triumphant shout, he fell back onto the duvet, pulling her along with him. He wrapped his arms about her and kissed the top of her head. Kaya fought to regain her breath and stop the quakes that continued to rumble through her. This orgasm was a lot stronger than the first one. And they hadn’t made love. Her husband was a dangerously skillful man.

  No wonder women let him have them with no promise of forever.

  “You’re beautiful when you come. I should capture you on video so I can watch you over and over again,” he said, lifting her head and pushing her damp curls away from her face.

  “Don’t you dare.” She slapped his arm.

  “I dare. I double dare,” he said with a chuckle. “Did you enjoy that? Those?”

  Kaya nodded.

  “Want some more?”

  She nodded again, this time smiling with anticipation. “I want to pleasure you.” She trailed her finger along the contours of his lips then leaned in and kissed him softly as a whisper.

  “Hmm.” He shook his head. “This is all about you, darling. Tonight’s yours. I get pleasure just giving you pleasure. Take off your panties,” he ordered, gazing into her eyes.

  That one little command sent Kaya’s heart racing to the ceiling. With their eyes locked, she reached down and hooked her thumbs into the waist of her panties. She squirmed around on Bryce’s huge frame as she wrestled them off and kicked them aside.

  His erection throbbed against her wet nakedness with excitement.

  “Now my boxers.”

  Kaya’s breasts swelled with desire and her nipples tingled against the hairs on Bryce’s chest as she once again reached down to rid him of the last strip of barrier between them. Again, she marveled that she felt no fear of him. She wriggled off his underwear, loving the hard feel of his thighs against her fingers. When she got them around his knees, he waggled around and kicked them off.

  Kaya swallowed and shivered as she felt the smooth hot length of him graze her thighs. He was huge, a lot bigger than she’d imagined any man could be. Fear gripped her again. “Bryce—”

  “Don’t be afraid,” he said. “I wouldn’t hurt you. I don’t want you to do anything but relax and enjoy. Concentrate on your pleasure. Like I said, this is all about you, Kaya.”

  Somehow his words soothed her. He said he knew. She didn’t know how, but she would trust him not to hurt her.

  He smiled, lifted her off of him, and placed her on her back. He immediately bent over her, blocking her view of his lower half. He planted his elbows and knees on each side of her and thus supported his weight.

  “You’re beautiful,” he said, then raised her hands above her head and placed them on the duvet. “Keep them there or I’ll tie them together. Now, close your eyes. No peeking. Good. Breathe, slowly and deeply.”

  Like a child eager to please her superior, Kaya obeyed his temperate commands.

  Kaya took a quick intake of air into her lungs as Bryce began dropping a series of butterfly kisses on her forehead, her cheeks, her nose, her chin, and lips. He lingered at her mouth, nibbling, tasting, probing. His hands caressed her face, her shoulders, her breasts as his mouth made a slow trail south along her collarbone, her neck, her throat and down the length of her body. He kissed his way up the mound of one breast, played with the nipple with his tongue and teeth, until she writhed and moaned, then he kissed his way down to the valley and up the other mound, licking, nibbling, kissing.

  His hands, sure and steady followed in the wake of his lips. He used his fingertips, his knuckles, his palms to soothe and caress the tingling places where his stubble had grazed. Kaya never dreamed his hands would feel so warm so gentle on her skin. His lips fluttered across the sides of her torso, her stomach, and his tongue dipped into the hollow of her belly button, sending ripples of delight through her. Hypnotized by his touch, her body began to vibrate with liquid fire.

  She whispered his name, over and over again as she writhed beneath him.

  He groaned in response but was not deterred from searing his blazing trail of desire upon her defenseless flesh. He kissed his way down her thighs to the soles of her feet where he clapped them together and gave her toes a sensuous tongue-lashing. She curled them inside his mouth as her body shattered on yet another orgasm. She never knew the underside of her toes was such a powerful erogenous zone.

  As he worked his way back up her legs to her thighs, Kaya reveled in the purely sensual experience of the time her husband took to enjoy every inch of her body. She never dreamed making love with him would be like this. If she’d known she would never have banned him from her bed.

  Kaya’s back arched when the stubbles on his chin grazed the tender waxed area of her groin, causing a new and unexpected kind of sensation to throb through her. Her eyes flew opened to encounter his dark passionate gaze.

  “I said no peeking,” he warned, pressing his chin into her groin and tightening his hands around her breasts. “Close them. Keep them closed this time or I will stop pleasuring you. Do you want me to stop pleasuring you, Kaya?”

  She shook her head. “No. No. I like it.” She whimpered and closed her eyes.

  “Good girl.” Bryce waited a few moments before he resumed the sweet torturing of his wife.

  Kaya gasped when the tip of Bryce’s tongue made contact with the slick folds of her womanhood. He teased her as lightly and steadily as he’d teased her mouth. Her husband was a master at using his tongue to rouse the hottest desires from her. Kaya tried to close her thighs against the deepening pleasure, but he spread them apart, bent her knees, and placed her feet on the mattress. He looped his arms under her thighs and settled himself comfortably between them as if he were about to enjoy a luscious feast.

  He played with her swollen folds, pressing them together between his fingers and molding them into a pout. Kaya clasped her hand over her mouth to muffle the feral scream as Bryce dropped hot feather kisses on her wet flesh. With the flat of his tongue, he massaged her with long, sure strokes from one end of her pleasure cave to the other. She felt her inner muscles contracting and convulsing as another orgasm threatened to claim her.

  He groaned and let her gently down. She felt his fingers parting her this time. His sharp intake of breath resonated around the empty room as she assumed he was now inspecting the inner regions of her most secret place.

  “Lovely,” he whispered and lowered his head again.

  He thumbed her clitoris as his tongue probed around the entrance to her body. Fire leaped through Kaya’s veins and passion radiated from the soft core of her body as Bryce teased her mercilessly, pushing his tongue deeper and deeper inside of her. She wanted to reach down and grab his head, keep his mouth locked to her forever, but he’d ordered her not to move, or he would stop. She didn’t want him to stop.

  Her senses spun in a surge of scorching bliss. Her fists curved around the duvet and she pulled hard in an effort to stay grounded. Her body arched off the bed as an electrified coil of ecstasy wrapped around her. She felt Bryce’s hand on her belly, holding her down as the passion exploded inside her. She screamed his name—long and hard.

  He answered with a chuckle and lapped up her hot juices. He kissed the insides of her thighs until she lay sated against the mattress.

  Moments later, she felt the hard length of him press into her softness where she burned from his assault. He bent over her, his face close to hers. He smelled of her—musky and stimulating. His lips closed around hers, and his tongue sought entrance into her mouth. For endless moments, their tongues twirled around each other in a dreamy, intimate kiss.

  When her heartbeat settled down to its normal pace, he withdrew. “You can open your eyes now,” he whispered in her ear.

  Kaya’s lashes fluttered open.


  “Can you take another one?” he asked, a sexy smile spread across his lips.

  “I don’t know,” she answered truthfully.

  “Come on. I haven’t put the cream on the pudding yet.” He moved his hips so the ridge of his sex skimmed across her slick lips. “Don’t you want me inside you?”

  She nodded on a frantic swallow.

  “I want to hear you say it. Say ‘Bryce, my darling husband, I want to feel you moving deep inside me.’”

  Kaya quivered as he grazed her again. “Bryce, my darling husband, I want to feel you moving deep inside me.”

  “Oh, how can I ever refuse such a tantalizing request? Wrap your arms and legs around me, darling. I’m taking your for a ride,” he said, reaching down between them.

  Kaya stiffened when the broad head probed her, parting her slightly, and hovered at the entrance of her body. Their eyes caught and held. He smiled as he used his hand to slide the tip around her opening then upwards towards her swollen little knob and back down again. He repeated the act over and over again, toying with her, raising her awareness of him, her desire for him.

  Something unlocked inside Kaya’s heart when she read the heat and the passion buried in the stormy depth of her husband’s eyes. She was acutely aware of a burning, swelling, intensely thrilling sensation she’d never experienced before. She wanted to cry and laugh and jump for joy, but her breath solidifying in her throat kept her paralyzed.

  She loved her husband.

  She loved him.

  She was genuinely, giddily in love with him.

  Perhaps she’d known for weeks, but she’d been reluctant to admit the truth to herself. And why wouldn’t she fall in love with him? He’d been there for her and the children from the very first day. He’d provided her with everything she needed—a new SUV for the family and a sports car for her personal travel pleasure, an elaborate wardrobe, and license to do whatever she wanted to the house. He’d paid off the lease on her apartment in Palm Beach and had her personal items and her collection of houseplants shipped to Granite Falls.

  The day before they were married, he’d added her name to his personal bank account and given her a debit card. Kaya had millions of dollars at her disposal even before she became Mrs. Bryce Fontaine.

  He took Jason to school most mornings, and when he couldn’t, he sent a car around so she didn’t have to face the cold. He’d canceled important meetings to attend Alyssa’s dance recital, Jason’s karate competition, and accompany Kaya to the hospital when Anastasia was running a fever.

  He made sure the pantry and refrigerator were always stocked, and he made it his business to be home for dinner with her and the kids almost every night, during which times they would talk about everything—from Anastasia’s first smile to business operations at Fontaine Enterprises. But after the kids were in bed, no matter the time, he would always leave. His nightmares must have driven him away.

  Bryce never wavered in his commitment to his family. He was always there, except for church. He left that up to Kaya, and she’d been faithful in keeping that part of the children’s lives intact. Perhaps if she demonstrated her love for Bryce, showed him that he was worthy of love, he’d begin attending church again.

  Bryce had demonstrated that he trusted her. It was time she trusted him.

  Tears welled in Kaya’s eyes and a fervent need to love him, satisfy him, filled her to overflowing. She had waited twenty-three years for tonight, for this carnal act of possession by the man she loved and married. Anxious to welcome him into her body, Kaya raised her hips as the tip of his sex brushed her entrance.

  “Easy,” he said, dropping a kiss on her forehead. “I’m very large and you’re very tiny.”

  His ardor was surprisingly, touchingly restrained, and she loved him the more for it.

  “I want you.”

  He groaned and thrust gently, testing her tightness. Kaya’s eyes widened in fear as the broad tip stretched her opening, gaining more ground at each attempt to enter her. Her muscles screamed from the invasive pain. He pulled back, pushing a bit farther this time, but still with a measure of gentleness. Kaya tightened her limbs about him, digging her heels into his buttocks and raising her hips to meet his next temperate lunge.

  The head gained entrance. She moaned and closed her eyes to absorb the pain.

  His arms wrapped around her, his large hands spread across her back, cradling her curves into his own contours. “So tiny. So tight. Wet. Hot. Exquisite,” he whispered before covering her mouth with his. His hips recoiled and he thrust with renewed force, pushing deeper into her.

  Kaya stiffened in shock as she felt Bryce pierced the thin barrier of her hymen. Hot pangs of pain singed through her. Tears stung her eyes. Her mouth opened in a scream. He swallowed it up in his.

  “Damn it!” His body froze above her. He kept his hips stilled, locking them groin to groin. He raised himself up on his elbows, gasping for control.

  She opened her eyes to encounter the frown on his face.

  “You little fool. You’re a virgin.”

  “Not anymore.” Despite the pain zapping through her lower body, Kaya managed a trembling smile. He was hard and hot and heavy inside her, burning, stretching, filling.

  “I could have hurt you.” He bend down and kissed the tears from her eyes.

  “You did hurt me, Bryce. You would have hurt me even if I wasn’t a virgin. Anyway, you said you knew.”

  “I knew what?” His frown deepened.

  “I tried to tell you twice tonight, but you said you knew. What did you think I was going to tell you?”

  “Not that. Definitely not that. It doesn’t matter anymore.” His body shook on a laugh, and it caused him to burrow deeper into her, sending a needy tremor to the deepest part of her being. Miraculously, the pain began to subside as her muscles convulsed around him and her body opened and conformed to his enormous size.

  Like an awakened, lust-filled nymph, Kaya spread her thighs wider and higher, twisting her hips to snuggle closer to him, wanting to feel him move deeper into her where he belonged. She was so happy she’d waited for Bryce. She’d given him something she could never give another man.

  “Don’t move, Kaya,” he warned in a gruff voice.

  But it was too late. Kaya squeezed her muscles around him and felt him pulse in response. She smiled when his eyes turned in their sockets, elated that she had the power to make him lose control.

  A passionate madness seemed to overtake him. He groaned, shifting to rest his chest against her breasts and bear his weight on his knees. He began a steady dance of his hips, moving inside her with gentleness that made her heart fill with love and anguish. He reached down and cupped her buttock, coaxing her into the rhythm of his thrusts until together they found the tempo that bound their bodies together.

  Waves of ecstasy throbbed through Kaya as Bryce’s thrusts grew stronger and deeper. Yet she knew he was holding back for fear of hurting her. She wanted him to relinquish his control. For weeks he’d been sharing his mind, professional life with her. Tonight he was sharing his body. And she wanted all of him—his arrogance, his dominance, his ego, his uninhibited passion…

  “Bryce, please, harder. Deeper,” she moaned, unable to control the fire and the love edging though her veins.

  How could love be this violently tumultuous, yet purely tender emotion all at the same time? She wanted to dangle on the precipice of pleasure as she’d done three times tonight. She wanted Bryce there with her when the fury of his passion hurled her into the sweet melting haven of delight.

  She clung to his shoulders and raised her head, pressing her lips to his damp chest, bucking wildly under him, meeting him thrust for feverish thrust. It was flesh against flesh, man against woman, rushing into an explosive fume of lust as time hung suspended around them. Kaya teetered on the edge as the room began to spin around her. She was losing control. “Bryce.” Tears stung her eyes and drizzled from the corners.

  “Oh, my sweet wife,” Bryc
e groaned. He caught her arms and crisscrossed them above her head. Their wedding bands joined with a soft click as he laced his fingers with hers and pinned their clasped hands to the mattress.

  Moonlight and firelight bathed the tortured contours of his passion-filled face.

  He slowly withdrew to her opening then slammed into her, harder and deeper than he’d done before. He rotated his hips in a circular motion against hers, magnifying the wet friction of their mating dance. A pearl of sweat dripped from his chin unto her chest. The room began to spin around her. Kaya’s eyes closed and her mouth opened in a silent scream as he withdrew slowly again, then plunged into her, so deeply he moved the air mattress a couple of feet along the cherry floor.

  Her back arched. A new flood of tears stung her eyes. Her heart rumbled in her ears.

  On the third thrust, he let out a furious roar and collapsed on top of her, his body convulsing violently, his hips pumping wildly in the throes of his orgasm.

  Those final thrusts sent spasms of ecstasy humming from Kaya’s heart to her toes. Her thighs and legs shook violently around his waist; her toes curled and her fingers tightened around his to the point of pain. Her body constricted as taut as a bowstring as her wet flesh parted on his final thrust, then closed around him, sucking him into her, gripping him, holding him cozily and deeply inside until her heart and body exploded into a kaleidoscope of blinding heat just as he flooded her womb with the hot liquid of his release.

  Harsh sounds erupted from them as they lay in a tangled, convulsing web of wet exhaustion, panting for air.

  A long while later, Kaya kissed the side of Bryce’s head resting on the mattress close to her cheek. So this was what it was all about. No books or videos could have prepared her for this exquisite liberation of her body, mind, and spirit. She was completely satiated, yet oddly hungry for more of him.

  The cream was on the pudding. More precisely, inside it.

  Kaya tightened her arms about Bryce’s drenched body and ran her fingers down the slick muscles of his back. He was a heavy man, but she loved the feel of his weight on her, the rapid, yet soothing thud of his heart against hers. It was the only way she could ever carry him.