Cornered by the CEO Chapter 193: Want to Go Skinny Dipping

[Warning: The talk gets a little spicy. Nothing too hot, though!]

“See, ten years later, it was you who chased me to marry you instead.” There was a victorious glint in her eyes.

“The next time we met… at the news studio. I know you thought I was sexy…”

“I didn’t say I don’t find you sexy. We were talking about first impressions,” she countered.

“So,” he said, leaning over and bearing his weight with his hands placed on the armrests at her sides. “You do think I am sexy, then?”

It irritated Qian Meng that he was conceited and could turn her on. And it irritated her more that she truly wasn’t irritated with him. How the times had changed.

All thoughts of irritation flew out the window when he leaned in further to nibble on her earlobe gently and playfully.

“You have to ask?” Qian Meng squirmed a little in her seat. “You were so sure just a moment ago,” she teased.

“Well, maybe I just want to hear it from you,” he whispered before flipping her hair over her opposite shoulder so he could start kissing the exposed skin behind her ear.

“Mm. That must be it,” she said, smiling as she lifted her hand to feel his chiseled bicep.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to say it,” he teased, kissing right beneath her year. “Soon enough, you’ll be saying much more scandalous things, anyway.”

“Oh, like what?” Qian Meng asked, tilting her head to the side to give him better access.

“Things like: harder, faster, deeper…” he paused and lowered one of his hands to gently squeeze her thigh. When he spoke again, his voice was slightly lower and huskier. “I’m coming…”

She closed her eyes and swallowed. She was getting wet. She could feel it. Suddenly, she wished that her vibrator wasn’t buried under all her clothes. She needed self-control around Mo Qingchen. The devious man could leave her unappeased whenever he wanted.

No one deserved that much power over another person’s body.

She was half annoyed and half relieved when the idea came to her. She needed to cool down.

“Let’s go swimming,” she blurted out suddenly.

“What?” Mo Qingchen asked, sounding amused. “You don’t have a swimsuit outside. And you just put moisturizer on.”

“That’s okay. It doesn’t clash with the water in your pool. Specially developed moisturizer,” she grinned. She stood up, stumbling a little but pushing him a little further from her.

“Are you going to go in naked?”

“Maybe,” she said, arching her brow at him suggestively.

“Wait, are you serious?” he asked as he watched her pull her blouse out from where it was tucked in her pajamas.

“If I do it, you have to do it, too,” she giggled.

“You seriously want to go skinny dipping?” he asked, chuckling.

“What’s wrong? Too chicken?” she taunted.

“No. I’m just… surprised.” He blinked. He picked up his phone and scrambled to call. “No one is allowed to come near the house tonight. Everyone should be stationed outside the gates, understood?” he said gruffly. He turned to her. “The road is clear,” he announced slyly.

“Come on,” she said, taking his hand and pulling on his arm insistently. “Let’s go take a swim!”

He looked down at her intently. “You’re something else. Being out in the wild makes you happy, doesn’t it?” he said, laughing and shaking his head. But he let her tug him along.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Qian Meng laughed.

“The only reason I am doing this is that you have had a few rough weeks, right?” he asked, leaning over to completely pull off the top and throwing it to the side.

“Oh, is that so?” she eyed him. “And here I thought it was because you wanted to see me naked,” she whispered.

His eyes darkened. She guided him to the immense pool. “Oh, I’ll have plenty of opportunities to see you naked. Don’t you worry,” he answered, kicking off his slippers.

She let go of his hand and watched him peel his socks off, smirking at her as he did. When he stood up straight and went to start unbuttoning his shirt, Qian Meng smiled and watched him eagerly. Mo Qingchen took it off quickly but unfortunately had an undershirt on underneath.

“Your turn,” he nodded towards her.

Qian Meng eyed him as her hand traveled over the low-cut lace material of her bra. She could see the usual collectiveness in his demeanor falter a little as his eyes darted to her breasts.

Sure enough, they were Mo Qingchen’s greatest weakness. She had planned on wearing it to bed and enticing him, but as it turned out, a better opportunity came to her. She was ready to show off.

“Nope. First, let’s see that shirt come off, Mr. Mo,” Qian Meng retorted.

He made quick work of lifting his undershirt off and then tossing it aside. Meanwhile, Yun Qian Meng tried not to be too obvious about ogling his perfectly sculpted chest and abs. His upper body was even better than she had imagined.

“As wonderful as those cute little pajamas look on you,” he started, shifting his gaze down from her chest to her waist. “Lose it.”

She smiled and reached down to tug on the sides of the pant. She was excited to see his reaction to the skimpy lace panties that matched her bra. She started to shimmy out of her skirt, slowly sliding it down her thighs. All the while, she kept her eyes fixated on Mo Qingchen’s face, watching him stare shamelessly as she continued to strip down. She was surprised when he literally, although quietly, groaned as she revealed her panties.

That boosted Qian Meng’s confidence even more and made her smile.

“Like what you see?” she asked as she let the pajama fall around her ankle.

“I just hope you have more lingerie sets like that,” he answered, his eyes raking up and down her legs.

“I do,” she answered, kicking the pants towards him playfully. “Your turn.”