The CEO’s Unspoken Love (Eleanor and Derek) novel Chapter 167

Chapter 167

Eleanor POV

Derek, wait- I started, but he scooped me up in his arms without warning, cradling me bridal-style against his chest. The sudden motion made me gasp, my arms instinctively wrapping around his neck for balance. Snow crunched under his boots as he carried me toward his car parked a block away, the flurries sticking to his dark hair.

“Put me down! This is insane,” I protested, squirming slightly, but his hold was secure, his strength, a reminder of why he’d always

made me feel safe-and trapped.

“Not a chance, Eleanor, he replied with a grin, his breath visible in the icy air. We reached his SUV, a sleek black vehicle with tinted windows that promised privacy. He set me down gently in the passenger seat, buckling me in with a lingering kiss on my forehead before sliding behind the wheel. The engine purred to life, the heater blasting warm air that contrasted sharply with the winter

outside. He pulled out smoothly, navigating the slick streets with ease.

“Where are you taking me?” I asked, crossing my arms, trying to summon some semblance of control even as my body still hummed

from the theater.

“Away from everyone,” he said simply, his hand resting on my thigh, thumb stroking circles that sent sparks straight to my core. The city lights blurred past us, giving way to quieter suburbs, then winding roads flanked by snow-heavy trees.

Boston’s outskirts held these hidden pockets of forest, serene and isolated in the winter months. He turned onto a narrow, unmarked path, the tires crunching over fresh powder as we delved deeper into the woods. Branches scraped lightly against the windows, and soon, we were completely alone, the only light the faint glow of the dashboard and the moon piercing through the

canopy.

He parked in a small clearing, the engine cutting off with a final rumble. Silence descended, thick and intimate, broken only by the soft patter of snow on the roof and our breathing. The car retained the heater’s warmth, but the cold outside began to fog the windows, creating a cocoon around us. Derek climbed into the back seat first, the spacious interior allowing him to stretch out. He

patted the seat beside him. “Come here, Eleanor. We both know you want this.”

I hesitated in the front, my mind flashing back to the theater-my protests, my body’s betrayal. But the ache between my legs won

out, a silent admission of my weakness for him. I crawled back, and he pulled me onto his lap immediately, my legs straddling his

thighs. His hands were everywhere, urgent and familiar: yanking off my coat, then lifting my sweater over my head to expose my

lace bra, the same one that matched the panties now in his pocket.

“God, you’re beautiful, he murmured, his voice rough with hunger. He unclasped my bra with expert fingers, tossing it aside as my

breasts spilled free. My nipples hardened instantly in the slightly cooler air of the car, but his mouth was there in seconds, latching

onto one peak while his hand kneaded the other. He sucked hard, tongue swirling around the sensitive bud, teeth grazing just

enough to make me arch into him. I ground against the bulge in his pants, feeling his cock strain against the fabric, thick and ready.

My hands fumbled with his belt, undoing it with trembling fingers. I zipped down his fly, reaching in to free his cock-it sprang out,

hot and heavy in my palm, the veined shaft pulsing, the head already beaded with pre-cum. I stroked him slowly, base to tip, my thumb smearing the wetness over the smooth skin, feeling him thicken further under my touch.

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“Fuck, Eleanor,” he groaned, his hips bucking up into my hand, seeking more friction.

I lifted my skirt, bunching it around my waist, positioning the head of his cock at my entrance. I was still slick from earlier, my

pussy eager despite any lingering doubts. Slowly, I sank down, taking him inch by inch. The stretch was exquisite, his thickness

filling me completely, pressing against my inner walls in a way that made me gasp. When he was fully seated, buried to the hilt, I

paused, savoring the fullness, the way he throbbed inside me.

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