The CEO’s Unspoken Love (Eleanor and Derek) novel Chapter 136

Chapter 136

Eleanor POV

My legs were wrapped tightly around Derek’s waist, my ankles locked at the small of his back as he carried me up the stairs to my

second-floor bedroom. The Boston snowstorm howled outside, but inside, the heat between us was building like a fire I couldn’t

ignore anymore.

I’d been dodging him for days. But tonight, with the city blanketed in white and my resolve crumbling under the weight of

loneliness, I decided to forget it all. Just one night of surrender, of letting go.

Our lips were fused in a desperate kiss, tongues tangling as he navigated the creaky wooden steps without breaking stride. His hands gripped my thighs under my wool skirt, fingers digging into my flesh through the thin fabric of my stockings, sending,shivers up my spine that had nothing to do with the cold.

We burst into my bedroom, the door slamming shut behind us with a thud that echoed in the quiet house. The room was dimly lit by the soft glow of a bedside lamp I’d left on earlier, casting warm shadows across the unmade bed. The curtains were wide open, as always-I loved watching the snow fall from my window, those fat flakes drifting lazily against the dark night sky like a silent

promise of renewal.

Derek didn’t set me down gently; instead, he lowered me onto the edge of the bed with a controlled urgency, our mouths still locked. I could feel the hardness of him pressing against my core through our clothes, a insistent bulge in his pants that made my breath hitch. My fur-trimmed sweater clung to me, the soft cashmere brushing against my skin as I arched into him, unwilling to let

go just yet.

He pulled back slightly, his dark eyes locking onto mine, breathing heavy. “Eleanor,” he murmured, his voice rough with need. I looked at his eyes, my hands fisting in the lapels of his heavy wool coat, pulling him closer. No more avoidance. Tonight, I wanted

him-all of him.

I unwrapped my legs from his waist, my heels hitting the floor with a soft click, but I didn’t let him go far. My fingers worked at the buttons of his coat, popping them open one by one, revealing the crisp white shirt beneath. He shrugged it off, letting it fall to the floor in a heap, his broad shoulders flexing under the fabric. God, he was built.

I stood up then, pressing my body against his, feeling the heat radiating from him. Our kisses turned frantic again as I tugged at his shirt, yanking it free from his belt. He helped, pulling it over his head in one swift motion, exposing his toned torso, the light dusting of hair trailing down to his navel.

My hands roamed over his skin, nails grazing his nipples, eliciting a low groan from deep in his throat. He reciprocated, his large hands sliding under my sweater, pushing it up over my breasts. I lifted my arms, letting him peel it off, the cool air of the room kissing my exposed skin. Underneath, I wore a lacy black bra that did little to hide how aroused I was-my nipples already hard

peaks straining against the fabric.

Derek s gaze darkened as he took me in, his hands cupping my breasts, thumbs circling my nipples through the lace. “You’re so beautiful, he whispered, leaning down to capture one in his mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud. I gasped, my head falling back, fingers threading through his tousled hair. The window behind us framed the falling

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snow, a mesmerizing backdrop that made this feel almost dreamlike, like we were the only two people in a frozen world.

But there was nothing cold about the fire building inside me. I reached down, fumbling with his belt, the leather slipping through my fingers until I unbuckled it. The zipper came next, and I pushed his pants down his hips, along with his boxers, freeing his cock.

It sprang out, thick and hard, the veined shaft curving slightly upward, the head already glistening with pre-cum. I wrapped my hand around it, feeling the heat and the pulse of him, stroking slowly from base to tip. Derek hissed, his hips bucking into my

touch.

“Fuck, Eleanor,” he growled, his hands moving to my skirt, hiking it up around my waist.

He discovered my stockings and garters then, a pleased rumble escaping him as he traced the lace tops. But he didn’t stop there his fingers hooked into my panties, sliding them down my thighs. I stepped out of them, kicking them aside, exposing my pussy to the air. I was wet already, my folds slick and swollen, aching for him.

He pushed me back onto the bed, the mattress dipping under our weight as he followed, kneeling between my legs. The snow outside continued its silent dance, flakes sticking to the windowpane like lace.

Derek’s mouth found mine again, but his hand trailed down, fingers parting my labia, dipping into my wetness. He murmured something against my lips, circling my clit with his thumb while two fingers slid inside me, curling upward to hit that spot that

made my toes curl.

I moaned, my hips grinding against his hand, the pressure building fast. He pumped his fingers in and out, the wet sounds filling the room, obscene and intoxicating. I reached for his cock again, stroking him in rhythm, feeling him throb in my grip.

But I needed more.

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