Cornered by the CEO

Chapter 325: Pleasure to Keep You Satisfied

Chapter 325: Pleasure to Keep You Satisfied

She slipped her legs out of them one at a time. Judging by the way Mo Qingchen's eyes raked up and down each limb as she moved, she was sure her attempt worked.

But then, he looked back up at her eyes and she saw it. She saw the hesitation and concern. It was just a second, but he seemed unsure of himself. She hated that.

"Don't do that."

"Don't do what?" he asked, startled.

"Don't overthink about it. We are no different now because of what we said to each other. I'm still the same Qian Meng as I was when you married me," she tried to make him understand.

His eyebrows pulled together as they did when he was in deep thought. And then he shook his head.

"No, you're not."

She felt a surge of panic in her chest.

"Yes, I am," she said defiantly.

"No, baby. You are not. You are everything now."

She sighed, releasing the breath she hadn't realized she was holding. "You're too far away," she complained.

"I can fix that!"

He made his way onto the bed so that he hovered over her. She reached up to pull him down. She knew she must have looked needy.

She whimpered when she pulled him down to kiss her. As his lips moved softly against hers, he slipped a hand between her thighs and moan at how wet she was. With two fingers, he spread the wetness around her folds, preparing her body for him.

She spread her legs wider as he shifted to line himself up with her. With one arm, he held himself above her. The other held one of her thighs, lifting her leg up slightly. He looked down between them to watched his cock enter her. Watching him, in turn, turned her on even more.

She gasped as he pushed into her, never getting used to his size. And then the air left her abruptly in a long moan as he pushed deeper. She flung her arms around him, making a thump against his back. He didn't seem to notice or care.

It must have hurt a little, though.

Once he was fully inside of her, he looked back into her eyes and she whimpered. The way he looked at her knocked out any air that was left in her lungs.

"I want you," he said, his tone husky and jagged. He looked like a predator on the lookout for its prey.

"You already have me," she replied. "My body is yours."

"And the rest of you?" He withdrew more her and then pushed back into her even slower than before.

"Take it. Take all of it. Anything you want. Just don't stop," she pleaded.

He listened to her. He took all of her for the rest of the night. The first round was a slow burn, unhurried in their passion. The second was fast and explosive. The third was… tear-jerking.

He held her hand as they made love, kissing her slowly until they were both breathless. When they finally separated, she couldn't keep the smile off her face even if she tried.

She lay on her stomach, her legs tangled in the sheets as she waited for Mo Qingchen to return from the bathroom. Her head was turned to the open door and heavy lids, she kept a watch him come out.

Their impromptu rush to the bed had left it wet, but she was too exhausted to care.

She heard the sink in the bathroom turn off and then the sound of his footsteps as he came back to the bed.

Qian Meng's smile widened when she felt turned her head away, not looking in his direction any longer. The bed dipped and moments later, Mo Qingchen's body was over hers.

He placed a soft kiss on her lower back and made a slow trail of wet kisses up her spine. She sighed as she held the pillow tighter.

"I feel like slime," she commented happily.

"Is that a good thing?" Mo Qingchen whispered against her skin.

"A very good thing. You worked me well, Mr. Mo."

He chuckled, sending shivers of pleasure up her body. "I take great pleasure in keeping you satisfied, Mrs. Mo."

"Well, you are a man who does his job well. No matter what it is," she complimented freely.

"I appreciate the feedback. I will keep up my hard work."

After making it up her back, he placed one more kiss on the side of her neck before settling in next to her. He looked at her as he stroked her hair. His body was illuminated in the moonlight, but his eyes sparkled for a different reason.

Why had they not turned on the lights yet? Who knew?

They liked seeing the unadulterated happiness in the other's eyes and feared that the lights would take it away.

They weren't used to seeing happiness like this. In moments like those, Qian Meng felt Mo Qingchen was the most attractive man on the planet. He won by leaps and bounds.

"You're so beautiful," she whispered as she cupped his defined jaw with her hand.

"You stole my line."

"Sorry," she said, closing her eyes for a brief moment. "You should get your scriptwriter to work harder."

"You look tired."

"You wore me out," she groaned.

He laughed and she opened her eyes to catch a glimpse of that beautiful boyish smile that she knew would be on his face.

"Sleep," he ordered, his hand rubbing her back.

"I don't want to sleep. I don't want this day to end," she confessed.

"It's been a productive and enlightening day."

"Not because of that. I don't want the day to end because I don't want things to be different in the morning." She hoped the lights never came on.

"Why would it be different in the morning?"

She wondered if he really didn't know about it. Things were always different in the morning with them. It was a pattern.