The CEO's Regret: Darling, Don’t Leave Me novel Chapter 63

CHAPTER 41: TICKLE WARS AND WET MORNINGS–2

“Most men lark vision” Elis hand slide down to cup my ass, squeezing once. “I prefer to start my mornings with purpose.”

“And your purpose this morning was…?”

“Making you come before you could overthink it.” He tilts his head, pretending to consider. “Making you forget your own name. Making you make that sound you made when I-

I clap my hand over his mouth. “I did not make a sound.”

He licks my palm.

“Gross!” I yank my hand back, laughing, and he uses the distraction to roll us, pinning me beneath him with

absolutely no effort.

His weight settles between my thighs and I can feel him hard against me, gloriously thick, and my body

responds immediately despite the orgasm still tingling through my system.

“You

und,” he says, grinning down at me. “Several sounds. I’m considering recording them for

are not.”

ent. I’d rather hear them live.” |

is hips against me and my breath catches. “Speaking of

u’re insatiable.”

You’re delicious.” He kisses m

his shirt, the one he must ha

I should be annoyed. I sho serious things to deal w

Instead I’m wrappin

kind of woman

Growth, hon

bone, the swell of my breast above the shirt I’m wearing- ome point last night. “I can’t be faulted for that.”

and demand actual coffee and remind him that we have

his waist and pulling him closer, because apparently I’ve become the ms over responsibilities.

“Knox.” It

“We ar

thing

comes out breathy. “We probably have things we should be doing.”

my n****e through the shirt fabric and I yelp. “Important things. Essential

ah–things that involve clothes and-”

g his way down my body now, clearly intent on round two, and my resolve is wet sand. “Clothes are overrated. Responsibilities are overrated. Everything that isn’t e up my inner thigh, “-is deeply, tragically overrated.”

“You’re ridiculous” I tell him, but I’m also spreading my thighs wider, so my credibility is somewhat compromised.

He laughs against my skin, warm breath and genuine amusement, and something in my chest tightens at

the sound.

I’ve seen Knox smirk. I’ve seen him smile in that cold way he deploys. I’ve seen him chuckle with the

restraint fitting a king.

I’ve never seen him laugh like this–free and real and directed at me like I’m the source of his happiness.

It’s dangerous. It makes me feel things I shouldn’t be feeling.

And then his fingers find my ribs.

The shriek that comes out of me is completely undignified.

“NO-” I thrash, trying to escape, but he’s faster and stronger and apparently also evil incarnate.

His fingers dig into my sides, finding every ticklish spot with unerring accuracy, and I’m suddenly laughing so hard I can’t breathe, batting at him uselessly while he grins like the devil himself.

“Didn’t know you were ticklish,” he says, absolutely delighted by this discovery. “This changes everything.* “I hate you-” I gasp between shrieks, “-I hate you so much-”

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