The CEO’ s second choice

Early Morning Lovin’

Sebastian

I gaze down at Elena as she sleeps and my heart just feels full. She had chosen me, out of

everything else, she had chosen me. Today I felt like the most powerful man alive with her by my side.

She made me feel proud when I was in my meetings, and I could feel the stares of envy pointed

straight at me. She was my Rebellious Heiress, my Queen.

She suddenly stirs and moves her head to the side while mumbling something incoherent, and a

smile spreads over my face. Elena was the most beautiful woman in the world and I had the privilege of

now calling her my wife, my real wife. Her words of acceptance are still on repeat in my head, as well

as her calling out my name in ecstasy.

Last night was beyond what I can put into coherent words. It was beautiful; it was passionate and

dare I say; we made love. She made me feel like no other woman has before; she made me feel loved.

I am never letting her slip through my fingers again; Elena is the love of my life, I realise this now.

Whoever wants to come in between us will have to rip her love from my cold, dead fingers.

I saw how Elijah was staring at her during our merger, and it had pissed me off to the point where I

wanted to call off the meeting. However, that would have been extremely unprofessional, so I had to

grin and bear it for three hours. He wanted her. I could see it in his eyes, and she was none the wiser. I

would need to keep her away from him at all costs, or I would surely lose her to him. Not that I did not

trust her, it was him I was worried about. He had the type of mind Elena would find interesting, and I

could not afford for that to happen. Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

I don’t think my heart could recover from losing two women I had loved to the same malicious guy.

Elena

I stretch as the rays of a new day peek through the curtains; last night I had slept like that princess

who finally had the pea removed from under her mattress. I smile as I feel my husband’s arm around

me and then I blush… ahem… his hello-good morning member was pressed against my lower back. I

snuggle deeper into his embrace, ignoring the obstruction in my back, “Hm, keep wiggling like that and

I might just have to unsheathe this sword.” I hear him mumble behind me and I burst into a giggling fit.

“How vile, Mr Dumont!” I tell him as I try to control my laughter, but he just pulls me closer to him

and silences me with a kiss on my neck. “Oh…” I trail off as I feel him nibbling my ear lobe and

breathing on my neck.

Wait, morning sex? Was I ready for this?

I feel his hand trail over my breasts, grazing my nipples through the fabric and I let out a stifled

moan. What was this man doing to me? He pulls down my nightie, taking my breasts in his hand. Then

he proceeds to play with my nipples, squeezing and pulling them gently as his tongue is working circles

in my neck.

“Sebastian..,” I breathed out at the sensation, then he was on top of me, claiming my mouth as if it

was for the first time. I feel the wolfish hunger in his kiss and I match his desire with my own, needing

this, craving this. While we kiss, I am oblivious to him pulling my underwear down until he slowly inserts

his finger inside me, testing my wetness.

“You’re so ready for me, my love.” He whispers out as he pops his finger into his mouth, tasting

me. Gosh, how could something so filthy look so sexy? Then he lowered himself down and inside me.

This sensation was distinct from the first one; I felt full with him inside me. There was a dull pain,

but I forgot about it as soon as he started slowly thrusting in and out. Oh my gosh! This felt completely

different to losing my virginity. This was…. Amazing!

I wrap my legs around his waist and hear him groan as he thrusts deeper inside of me. We kiss as

if the world did not exist, claiming each other’s body with each stroke and thrust. I could feel myself

slowly building, but when he angles his stroke differently, I feel him hit a spot I never even knew existed

and cry out my orgasm before I even knew I was close to the precipice.

“So beautiful,” Sebastian says with a husky voice as he continues to take me, my orgasm slowly

ebbing away, then I feel him stiffen and find his own release inside of me.

He opens his eyes and stares down at me with a sleepy smile before kissing me on my forehead

and getting out of bed. My blush deepens when he picks me up and carries me over to the bathroom. I

don’t think we would ever shower separately anymore, and the thought alone made me smile.

Sebastian turns on the shower, and the both of us wash the other; a ritual we developed since the

night before. A ritual I have grown to love because of the intimacy that surrounds it.

As soon as we were done, we headed into our shared walk-in and proceeded to get ready for the

day. His yummy Tom Ford scent overwhelmed me as I watched him slip on his cufflinks. “Meghan

Black should be here with your dress any minute now,” Sebastian said suddenly, and I looked up at him

with a frown. “Meghan Black? Who…” Then I remembered that The Winter Ball was tonight! “Oh! I

completely forgot about the ball.”

Sebastian chuckles and shakes his head. “I thought as much. I’ll be home by 5 pm this afternoon,

so we can leave at 7 pm. Would you be ready by then?” He asks me and I nod my head, “Yes, I’ll make

sure I am, love.” I reply as I slip on my underwear and sweater dress. His eyes were entirely on me as I

was getting dressed, and I wondered what was on his mind. “Is everything okay, Sebastian?”

As soon as I asked him this, his expression darkened and I could tell something was wrong. So I

walked over to his side and wrapped my arms around him. “Hey, what’s the matter?” When I asked

this, he peered down at me with a scowl, “Elijah will be at the ball tonight as well.” He says, and my

brows furrow. Why was he worried about Elijah being at the ball?

“I don’t understand,” I admit while shaking my head. From what I’ve seen, I assumed that Elijah

and Sebastian were back on good terms. A smile spread over his lips and he kissed my forehead.

“Don’t worry about it, love. I’ll see you this evening.”

With that, he grabbed his briefcase and cell phone and strolled out of our bedroom. This

completely baffled me; why was Sebastian worried about Elijah being there this evening?