Mysterious CEO's Last Surrogate novel Chapter 33

Why would he want a baby when he wasn't married? "Who is it?" Loney's deep voice shook her from her trance.

"Jasmine," she yelled. Loney froze.

Danica couldn't see Loney's expression because of the hot steam from the shower room. The moisture had done a good job in creating a fog inside the shower room, getting an opaque effect. The bathroom was drowned by the sound of the splashing shower, as Loney murmured, "the spoilt brat." He thought his voice was swallowed by the splashing sound of the shower but didn't know Danica had heard him.

A wave of relief washed her. If Loney called Jasmine a spoilt brat, then a spoilt brat she was to him. That was enough for her. Sensing that Loney hadn't said anything, she wanted to leave when the sound of splashing water ceased. Loney stepped out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist. Danica felt heated up, as he walked towards her.

She stretched her hand to give him the phone but he didn't take it immediately. Instead, he held her by the waist, at the entrance of the bathroom where she stood. His body was hot from the shower. His hair dripped wetly. The hairs on his chest laid down humbly, Danica's face burned red. She was caged in his arms and stood frozen. All her plans of trying to please him like he pleased her jumped out the window. 

He hovered over her, his eyes boring into hers. Loney didn't know what she was thinking, seeing there was no reaction on her face. He expected her to push him away or something. Therefore, he didn't know whether to be happy or sad. He felt that perhaps, he misread her reactions. To him, if Danica had begun feeling anything for him, then she should show some traits of jealousy or anger but he rather saw relief in her eyes. Despite being grateful that she wasn't judgemental, he still felt uneasy. "Did you just come to give me this phone?" His eyes pinned into hers so deep she felt nervous. Their faces were just an inch apart.

Danica's heart was beating so fast. She didn't know what to say. The question took her by surprise. Before she found her voice, his lips swallowed hers. The smell of his shampoo invaded her nostrils. She wanted more of him. Finding her courage, she slipped the phone into the pocket of her dress, her hands finding their way to the back of his head. She pressed him closer, his hot tongue exploring every corner of her mouth. He wanted her. He longed for her. And he had her, at least for now.

He slipped his hand into her dress, lifting it over her head, completely taking it off her. Her body was warm against him. They couldn't tell who was warmer. He lifted her off the tiled bathroom floor, her legs wrapped securely around him. His lips hungrily meeting hers again. Danica's hand's were wrapped around his neck, her breast firmly pressed around the chest, the layer of bra masking the complete contact.

Just as Loney dropped her gently on the bed, his towel fell. Danica's heart thumped, as she viewed his length. Then a thought crossed her mind. She lifted herself before he lowered himself on her, wrapped her frail arms tightly around him, using all her weight to push him onto the bed instead. She sat on his hard stomach and began caressing the hair on his chest. Loney allowed her, his hands caressing her smooth legs, sending pleasurable sensations into her body.

Danica tried to do as he always did her. She lowered her head, using her tongue to lick his nipple, drawing circular movements in the process. A moan escaped Loney, her cheeks burned in admiration of her efforts. She caressed and kissed his chest, as she moved her hand between his thighs. Loney stiffened his manhood hard. Danica enjoyed the reactions she got and kept her eyes glued to his. She enjoyed seeing the vulnerability in his eyes. The way it squinted, and his lips parted in a gasp, then the changes in his breathing.

She moved her hands to the tip of his manhood. Her hand shook a little but she got used to the blood rushing and plunging through his veins and the way it enlarged in her hand. Her eyes were still glued to his, as he growled in pleasure, arching his back. It built her confidence as she stroked it gently, casting a glance at him. His eyes were closed now, taking away her shyness, as she mastered courage and pushed the tip in her moist mouth. Pleasure shook through Loney as he let out another growl. His reactions kept her going.