At the CEO's Pleasure

by Yahrah St. John

  Tonight was no different. After arriving, they’d both showered—separately—and were now in the living room having a drink before dinner. Ayden had arranged for a local catering company to drop off meals for them during their stay. A candlelight dinner was set up on the patio along with a bucket of champagne so he and Maya could eat underneath the stars. When they were ready, all they had to do was pull the food out from the warmer on the counter. Soup was in a heated container nearby and salad plates were already in place.

  But he wasn’t sure he wanted dinner. He wanted to devour Maya. Her beautiful dark brown hair was stylish, sleek and straight. She’d changed into a print sundress with spaghetti straps that stopped at the knee, giving him an unfettered view of her long legs.

  It wasn’t easy navigating, but he managed to pull out her chair. “Thank you,” Maya said once she was seated.

  Ayden shuffled to the other side, tossing down his crutches. “You’re looking exceptionally lovely this evening, Maya.”

  She blushed. “Thank you.”

  “Would you like some champagne?”

  “Love some.”

  He took care of pouring the bubbly into their glasses and, once filled, leaned both elbows over and held up his flute. “A toast.”

  “To us.”

  “And unexplored territories,” Ayden finished, sipping his champagne.

  Maya drank her champagne, regarding him from under mascara-coated lashes. He noticed she wasn’t wearing much makeup and he liked that about her; she was comfortable being herself. He wanted her to feel that way, but he sensed her tension from across the table.

  So he began talking about the fun things they were going to see and do in Jamaica while he ladled soup into the bowls on the table. “I’ve hired a tour guide for the day after tomorrow. Thought he could show us around the island. You can take some photos.”

  She smiled as she accepted her soup bowl. “I’m looking forward to it. Hopefully, we’ll get to eat some authentic jerk chicken. I hear Jamaica has some of the best.”

  “I didn’t realize you liked spicy food.”

  “Then you need to catch up on all things Maya. Starting with how I like my pizza.”

  Ayden appreciated this feisty side of Maya, and over the next hour as they tucked into their dinner of Caribbean-style fish with grilled pineapple, shrimp and vanilla-rum butter sauce, he learned even more about her. He knew she loved running but didn’t know she listened to Audible during her runs. Or that she had a fear of heights due to falling off the monkey bars when she was six years old. In his prior relationships, if he could call them that, he’d never taken the time to get to know their likes and dislikes, but Maya made him want to go deeper, know more.

  By the end of the evening, they’d adjourned to a large chaise and removed their shoes to stargaze. They’d imbibed the entire bottle of champagne, along with a fair share of wine with their meal. They were both feeling relaxed, so it was only natural when Ayden leaned over and brushed his lips across Maya’s. Hers were soft and sweet like the creamy custard of the crème brûlée they’d had earlier for dessert.

  She tasted so good he dipped his head for another taste. Maya wound her arms around his neck and he pressed his body against hers. Feeling her against him was electrifying and he slid his hands down her bare arms to her breasts. He caressed the small mounds and felt her nipples pebble to his touch. And when she shuddered, he knew Maya was ready to take their relationship to the next level.

  He rose up on one arm and looked down at her. “Why did you stop?” she asked, looking up at him in bewilderment.

  “I just want you to be sure, Maya.”

  “I’m sure, Ayden. I want you. So stop talking and make love to me.” She clasped his head and brought his mouth down on hers. He tried to keep it gentle, but the kiss deepened and desire bloomed. He wanted to explore her, taste every inch of her. His mouth left hers and found a path to her shoulders. He kissed the soft blades, sliding the straps of her sundress down as he went until her dress was lowered to her waist and he could feast his eyes on her breasts.

  He bent down and closed his mouth over one round globe. Maya nearly jackknifed off the chaise as he sucked it deep into his mouth, swirling the rock-hard tip with his tongue. He alternated between sucking and licking and tugging the sensitive nipple with his teeth, causing Maya to squirm underneath him. The fact that she was so turned-on pleased him tremendously and he intended on giving her a lot more pleasure. He splayed his hand across her stomach to keep her down, so he could lean over and palm the other breast and give it the same ministration.

  While his mouth played havoc with her upper body, his hands roamed lower, aiming for the place between her legs. His fingers slid underneath her dress, which had shifted up to her waist with all her squirming. He snatched the tiny scrap of fabric from her hips and tossed it aside, then plunged deep inside. Ayden found her deliciously hot and wet. He was thrilled with the knowledge that she was ready for him. His groin tightened in anticipation of what was to come.

  “Ayden,” Maya cried out when his fingers teased her, stroking in and out of her core.

  “I want to taste you,” he said gruffly. He moved lower to kiss her abdomen and stomach until he came to her hips and thighs. He splayed them open with his arms, pushing them wider to make room for what he wanted to do. He teased her first not giving her what she wanted. He licked the inside of both of her thighs, the back of her knees, even kissed her feet before he came back to her core. He licked the seam and Maya let out a sob of pleasure that only made Ayden want more. His tongue slid in farther, teasing the sensitive nub with soft flicks and licks. Her legs began to shake and she began to shiver uncontrollably.

  She was close.

  “Please,” she begged him. Her moans and mews were driving Ayden crazy. He knew what she wanted, but he wasn’t about to give it to her. Not yet. If he did, he wouldn’t be able to hold himself together and would climax almost immediately because that’s how hard his erection was. He needed to sate her first. Otherwise, if he took her now, it would be over too quick.

  “Easy, love,” he whispered, and returned to feverishly stroking her with his tongue until her entire body spasmed and she clutched around him. Her honeyed taste filled his senses and he lapped her until she eventually subsided.

  * * *

  Maya couldn’t believe she’d just let Ayden make love to her out in the open. She’d always been somewhat of a prude. It was like she was outside her body, but couldn’t stop herself. The man made her wanton and greedy for whatever he had in store. And if she allowed herself to think about it, she’d stop, and she didn’t want to. She was enjoying being with Ayden and exploring this side of herself.

  “Are you all right?” he asked, glancing up at her as he eased upward to kiss her.

  She could taste herself on his lips. It was heady stuff. She ached to touch him, but she wanted to do so when they were skin to skin. She rose onto her knees and quickly threw off her sundress, tossing it to the floor.

  Ayden grinned as she sat before him, completely and unabashedly naked while he was still fully clothed. “So beautiful.” His eyes darkened and Maya felt the words through every part of her.

  She leaned forward and began unbuttoning his shirt. He shrugged it off his broad shoulders, bringing into view his beautiful torso along with his muscular biceps and trim waist. Her fingers tingled to touch more. She moved to his belt, loosening each loop, until finally she could unzip him. He stood and dropped his pants and they fell to the floor by her dress. Then he worked off his boxers to reveal the most spectacular erection she’d ever seen.

  He was beautiful and large.

  She would gladly take all of him inside her because she’d wanted this for so long. She hadn’t thought it would ever be possible to be with Ayden again, yet here she was. He crawled onto the chaise beside her, covering her body with his, and Maya lost all cohere
nt thought except that she was exactly where she wanted to be. In the moonlit darkness, Maya felt it was safe to say exactly what she wanted. “Please, Ayden.”

  “Please what?”

  “Make love to me.”

  He gathered her in his arms and claimed her mouth. His fingertips caressed her all over with feather-soft strokes, up and down her side and then lower until his fingers slid along her crease. He teased her core, testing her yet again, making sure she was wet. And when he locked gazes with her, she knew he was seeing if she had any last-minute regrets. But she didn’t have any. Then she watched as he retrieved a condom from his pants pocket and sheathed himself.

  Soon she felt the ridge of his shaft, notching at her entrance. He eased forward inch by delicious inch and she gasped. But she wanted him even deeper and lifted her knees to help guide him in farther. He braced himself on his elbows and in one fell swoop surged inside her.

  “Oh, yes,” Maya moaned. It felt right to be joined with Ayden this way.

  “You feel so good, Maya. And so tight,” he panted as he began moving inside her. “Why did I ever think I could resist you?”

  Maya didn’t have an answer because she too had been denying the pull between them. But he’d been right. It was inevitable that they would end up like this. And so she gave into the moment, wrapping her ankles around his back and lifting her hips to move to the rhythm he set. Ayden flexed his powerful body and she sensed he was struggling for control because he began thrusting frantically. She parted her thighs wider, wanting him to fill her as completely as only he could.

  “Maya...” He rasped out her name and his hold tightened around her as he pumped faster and faster.

  “Yes,” she cried as tension began building inside her. She could feel her body begin to tremble and she grabbed his buttocks and clutched him closer to her. And when he pulled back, only to thrust in again, she greedily met him as he pushed their pace. When her climax hit, she became undone and screamed his name.

  He continued pounding into her until, moments later, she heard a loud groan rip from deep inside him and he fell on top of her. Maya tried to suck in air, but it was impossible. She gasped for breath as he rolled to her side.

  Maya lay still, afraid to look at him, staring at the stars overhead. Had he felt the intensity of their coupling as she had? They’d been frenetic, more intense than five years ago. Yet it had been a totally sublime experience that she couldn’t wait to relive over and over throughout their days in Jamaica.

  “That was over much too quick,” Ayden said softly from beside her.

  With a small grin, she turned to him. “It was sensational.”

  “I’m sorry. I’m usually more in control, but with you...” His voice trailed off.

  “With me what?”

  “I can’t seem to find it anymore.”

  She was happy that he felt he could be honest with her. “I’ve felt the same way for a long time.”

  “How long?”

  “C’mon, Ayden, are you saying you didn’t notice that I pined for you for years before I met Thomas? Maybe even after...”

  He rose up on an elbow to look at her. “No, no, I didn’t. I’ve always been aware of you, Maya—” he stroked her cheek “—but you were always so composed and buttoned up. And then when you came to me upset and brokenhearted, I don’t know, something snapped and all I wanted to do was make you feel good. Special. Adored.”

  “You did that then. And now,” she whispered as the warmth of his words enveloped her. She was eager for him to tell her more. Instead, he reached for her, closing the gap and sealing her mouth hungrily with his. She reciprocated, responding to him with abandoned enthusiasm. His arms wrapped tightly around her and Maya felt the hard ridge of his shaft against her middle. She couldn’t believe he’d recovered that quickly. Or that she was just as desperate to feel him inside her again.

  A maelstrom of unbridled lust and passion that only Ayden could quench took over. She crawled up the length of his body and straddled him, settling against his bulge. Ayden’s gaze was dark and intense and filled with desire. He reached for yet another condom and rolled it on. She watched him, spellbound. And when he grasped her hips firmly, she sank down on him, drawing him in. He filled her in the best possible way. “Yes,” she purred.

  She enthusiastically began grinding hard against him, eager to feel his powerful body pressing against hers. Her hair fell into her face, but she didn’t care. She put her hands on his chest for leverage and adjusted the angle, taking him even deeper inside her. And when she found the right rhythm, she rode him.

  “Damn it, Maya.” Ayden stared up at her, his skin glistening with sweat. She could feel him trying to slow down the pace, but she kept undulating against him. That’s when he began to devour her, holding her more tightly as he nudged his hips higher, thrusting harder and faster into her. When her orgasm struck, her back arched like a bow, and only seconds later, a loud guttural groan burst from his beautiful lips. He thrust one final time and her entire chest constricted as yet another tidal wave of pleasure surged through her. All Maya could see was a flash of lightning as she closed her eyes and fell forward, drifting into another dimension.

  Twelve

  Maya stirred awake the next morning on the platform bed in the master suite as light streamed through the windows. How had she gotten here? Then she recalled that sometime during the night, Ayden had scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bedroom where he’d proceeded to make her come again and again. But where was he now? When she glanced over at his side of the bed, he was gone and the sheets were cool to the touch.

  Last night had been an incredible night of lovemaking and snuggling next to Ayden. He’d been voracious in his appetite for her. Her underutilized muscles were slammed while several intimate areas felt sore, but she welcomed that if it meant Ayden wanted her as much as she wanted him.

  Determined to go find him, she sat up, threw off the covers and went in search of something to wear. She was rummaging through her suitcase when Ayden returned carrying a tray laden with food and coffee mugs.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” he asked.

  “To find you.” Maya grabbed her silk robe and slung her arms through it, knotting it at the waist.

  “Did I say you were allowed to get dressed?” Ayden asked as he laid the tray on the bed and took a seat.

  She grinned. “I can’t very well walk around naked.”

  “Why not?”

  Maya flushed. She didn’t answer him; instead, she walked toward the bed and sat beside him. “What do you have here?”

  “Some omelets, toast, fresh squeezed orange juice and coffee.”

  “You made all this?”

  “Oh, heck no, the catering company stopped by this morning.”

  “Did they? I didn’t hear them.”

  He grinned. “That’s because you were exhausted.”

  “I wonder why.”

  He rolled to his side and leaned over to kiss her. “I can think of a number of reasons, but you need to eat. And I’ll draw you a bath. I suspect you’re a bit sore this morning.” He searched her eyes for confirmation. “We, were, um, very vigorous last night.”

  Maya flushed. He was right. He hadn’t been gentle, but she hadn’t wanted him to be. Nevertheless, she’d never spoken so openly about intimacy with another man. “Thank you. That would be lovely.”

  He hopped off the bed and headed for the en suite while Maya continued nibbling on toast and the delicious Denver omelet. She heard the tap running and smiled at his thoughtfulness. When she was done eating and Ayden hadn’t returned she went to the bathroom. He had not only drawn a bath, but he was in it.

  “Are you coming in or do I have to come and get you?”

  “That won’t be necessary,” Maya said, relieving herself of her robe and sinking into the steaming water. She lean
ed back against Ayden, pressing her backside against his shaft. He was semi-erect, but that was quickly changing. She opened for him, letting him take any liberties he chose, but he didn’t. Instead, he washed her thoroughly and then eventually swaddled her in a towel and carried her back to the bed.

  Maya was a bit disappointed. She’d thought he would gather her against his chest so she could straddle him and go for another round, but instead, he laid her down on the bed. Desperate not to lose the connection, she circled her arms around his neck. He kissed her then, openmouthed, with such raw passion that her brain short-circuited. Heat pooled at her core, making her want him all over again. “Ayden...”

  “Hmm...” He’d moved from her mouth and was nibbling at the sensitive spots on her nape and neck. When he dipped his tongue inside her ear, Maya moaned.

  “Feel good?”

  “Yes...”

  “I’d like you to feel even better.” He shifted down her body and Maya parted her legs, letting him in.

  He glanced up, his eyes locking with hers momentarily before he began to pleasure her. He teased her with his tongue and fingers, arousing her so much so that she thrashed and begged him to take her, but he didn’t. Instead, he licked her until her orgasm struck hot and fierce and she came apart. Her entire body trembled and he kissed through the aftershocks until lethargy took over and she closed her eyes.

  But as she drifted off, the truth hit her hard in the chest. Maya had allowed herself these moments to enjoy Ayden and all he could offer because deep down she knew it wouldn’t last.

  Ayden hadn’t made any promises. He’d only offered her this week, this moment in time when it was just the two of them away from the world. She’d taken it and she wouldn’t surrender to regret now.

  She was here in Jamaica with Ayden, the man she loved. Oh yes, that was the truth. There was no denying it.

  She loved him.