Craving My Ruthless Ceo novel Chapter 148

Chapter 148

Anna’s POV

This was not happening.

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I was on my knees in Roman Blackwood’s office, staring at his cock, which was decidedly not burned but was very much hard and very much right in front of my face.

And he was looking down at me with those dark, intense eyes, clearly enjoying every second of my humiliation.

The arrogant jerk.

He wanted to punish me, watch me squirm as I struggled with the professional boundaries I had been trying desperately to maintain all morning after the way he shut me out last night.

Well, two could play that game.

If Roman wanted to push me, I would show him I could fight right back.

I let my gaze travel slowly down his body. The defined muscles of his abdomen. The V that led down to his groin. The dark hair at the base of his cock.

Then finally, I looked at his length.

Thick. Long. Perfect.

Heat coursed through me, making me shift on my knees. I had tasted him before, but seeing him like this, fully aroused and inches from my face, made my body react like it was the first time all over again.

Already hard and, as I watched, the head flushed darker, glistening.

My mouth watered despite myself. I could almost taste him on my tongue, remember the weight of him, the way he would groan when I took him deep.

I let my tongue sweep across my lips, slow and intentional, wetting them as though preparing. Then I made eye contact with him. All innocence.

His cock twitched in response, jerking toward

my

mouth.

“Anna.”

I looked up at him through my lashes, keeping my expression sweet. “Yes, Mr. Blackwood?”

His fingers curled around the edge of the desk, knuckles going white. “Are you just going to stare, or are you going to inspect thoroughly?”

If he wanted a proper inspection, I would give him one.

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I leaned in, not touching but close enough that my breath brushed over his heated skin. If I opened my mouth and moved forward just an inch, I could wrap my lips around him.

The temptation was overwhelming.

“I need to check for redness. Burns. Any damage from the coffee.”

His cock jerked toward me again, seeking contact.

“Don’t.” His voice cut off in a groan as I let my hands come up to rest on his thighs. Not his cock. Just his thighs. Innocent. Nothing extra.

Except there was nothing innocent about the way I let my fingers trail up the inside of his legs, feeling the hard muscle flex under my touch, getting closer and closer to where he clearly wanted me.

Where I wanted to touch him.

“The coffee splashed here.” My fingers danced along his inner thigh, so close to his balls I could feel the heat radiating from him. “And here.” Higher, my fingertips grazing the crease where his thigh met his groin. “I should check very carefully.”

“Anna.” My name was a warning. Or maybe a plea. I could not tell anymore, and I did not care.

“Yes?” I looked up at him, watching the way his breathing had turned ragged, the way his hands gripped the desk like he was holding himself back from grabbing me, from pushing my head forward and taking what he wanted.

Part of me wanted him to do exactly that.

Good.

I let my fingers trail higher, so close to his cock I could feel the heat radiating off him. But I did not touch or give him what he wanted.

What we both wanted.

“Sorry it’s taking time. You asked me to be thorough.”

“Fuck.” The word was bitten off. “Anna.”

“I’m being very thorough.” I let my fingers trace up his other thigh now, mirroring the path. Torturous. Drawing out his need and mine. “Isn’t that what you commanded?”

His hips jerked forward involuntarily, his cock bobbing in the air between us.

I smiled, satisfaction flooding through me.

“Oops. I didn’t realize you were so sensitive. Maybe the coffee did cause some damage after all.”

“Everything is perfectly fine.”

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“I’m not sure.” I leaned closer, my breath washing over the head of his cock. “I might need a minute or so.”

I could smell his masculine scent mixed with arousal. It made my core clench as wetness gathered between my thighs. I wanted to taste him so badly my lips tingled.

Even closer, letting my breath brush over the head of his cock.

He groaned, his knuckles white where he gripped the desk.

“What if there’s some internal damage? I should probably…”

“Anna, don’t play with me.”

“Who’s playing? I’m simply doing what you asked. Inspecting.”

Then I let one finger trail up the underside of his shaft, barely touching, just the lightest brush of skin against skin, tracing the thick vein that ran along his length.

“Fuck!” His hips thrust forward, seeking more contact.

But I pulled my hand away, returning to stroke his thighs instead, tracing patterns on his skin.

My body was on fire. Every nerve ending alive and screaming for contact. For him. My nipples were hard against my bra, my panties soaked, just from teasing him.

“I didn’t ask you to touch. Just to look.”

“Oh. I’m so sorry. I got confused. Let me just…” I let my hands return to his thighs, stroking up and down but never quite reaching where he needed me. “Is this better?”

“No. It’s worse.”

“Worse? But I’m barely even touching you. How can it be worse?”

“Because you’re on your knees, looking at me like that, and your hands are everywhere except where I want them.”

Like I wanted to swallow him whole, imagining how he would feel stretching my lips, filling my mouth, hitting the back of my throat.

Because I was.

“Where do you want them?”

His eyes flashed. “You know exactly where.”

“Do I?” I let my fingers trail up again, brushing the base of his shaft with just my fingertips. “Here?”

“Higher.”

I traced up, using just the very tips of my fingers, the lightest possible touch along his length. Feeling every

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ridge, every vein, the heat of him burning my fingertips. “Here?”

“Fuck, yes. Higher.”

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I reached near the head, letting my fingers hover there, so close he could probably feel the heat of my skin but not quite making contact. “Here?”

“Anna, stop teasing.”

“I’m not teasing.” I let just one fingertip brush against the head, touching that sensitive spot just below the tip. Feather light. “I’m inspecting.”

He made a strangled sound, his cock visibly pulsing, a fresh bead of precum forming at the tip.

I wanted to lick it off. My tongue felt heavy in my mouth, useless when it could be wrapped around him instead.

I was winning. I could see it in the tension of his body, the way his breathing had gone ragged, the way his hands were gripping the desk so hard I thought the wood might break.

I leaned in again, my lips parting, my breath washing over the tip of his cock. That bead of moisture was right there, glistening, tempting.

“Anna, what are you…”

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