The CEO’s Second Choice

Elena

I flop face down on my bed.

Today was my first day at Exeter, and I just about burnt thousands of calories due to my anxiety and nerves. I do not know if being anxious burns calories, but it burns something all right. My brain, for one. Anabelle is in a different league to me altogether, her classes are intense English Lit, like I would not cope in her position. But since she’s a literature prodigy, its chump change to her.

At least one person had the courage to come and talk to me. His name was Isaac McGowan, and he was such a refreshing sight! Yes, he was from the MacGowan clan of Scotland and disgustingly well off, but he did not feel the need to suck up to me or try to impress me with his stories or wealth. I suppose it helps a lot that he was flat out gay. Ah, I am a homosexual magnet and I love it!

“Rough day?” The amused voice of my husband came as he walked over to me and all I did was groan like a llama. He laughs and turns me over. “I swallowed more than I could chew,” I say while I felt sorry for myself and only realising afterwards that I had said that saying completely wrong when Sebastian burst out laughing. I groan again and grab a pillow to hide my face, but he pulls it away. “I can’t even English properly,” I say, fighting to keep the pillow on my face, but he pulls it away in one swift move and gets on top of me.

“Oh, my love, it was only your first day and I’m sure it was overwhelming, but don’t allow it to discourage you. Find your niche and go with it, but don’t give up.” He says and kisses my forehead. “Come, Ilse has made your favourite supper. I asked her to set a table in the conservatory so you can tell me about your day.” He says and pulls me out of the room, and I reluctantly follow him.

After Spencer and Mirabelle’s passing, things have been pushed onto us so I have had to deal with starting uni and Dumont appointments. I have essentially become the Dumont matriarch and it scared me more than I wanted to let on. With Sebastian taking over his father’s position as the worldwide Dumont Enterprises CEO, I barely see him either, so him being home now was actually a surprise in itself.

He also took the time to spend a meal with me in my favourite spot, and it made me extremely happy. I look up at him as we walk and smile, moving closer to him. “I’ve missed you,” I say and feel his arm snake around my waist, then he kisses my forehead. “As I have missed you, my love.” He says with a smile and I realise we have reached the conservatory.

When we walk over to the set table, I notice the effort that went into the planning of this supper. Sebastian pulls out a chair for me and I sit down, then he walks around and takes his place opposite me. He regards me with a warm smile before Ilse brings out our meal, and it was indeed my favourite! The whole 3 courses were all my favourite dishes, including the palette cleanser and wine. We chat about my day and even though I am droning on and on, he still has that smile on his face. The one that I fell in love with.

“So what made today so special, my love?” I ask him as curiosity eats at me, but he only shakes his head as a coy smile spreads across his face. “Four years ago today, I met someone who would change my life forever.” He says, and I frown at this. Huh? Who exactly? “When I got asked to go to The Wiltshire Masquerade Ball as our family’s representative, I never intended on falling in love or meeting you, but I did. Even as I was with Eliana for those years, the only one that had my heart was you. After years of being jaded and angry with the world, I fell in love only to never be able to have the person I loved. Then you decided to love me and Elena, you do not know how much you have changed me.”

While he was speaking, tears of happiness ran down my cheek, and my bottom lip wouldn’t stop quivering. He better stop being so mushy right now or I will ugly cry!

Sebastian gets up and walks around to me, taking my hand in his, “Thank you for loving me, Elena Dumont.” He says, before I knew it, my arms were around his neck and I was ugly crying, as ruefully predicted.

He wipes my tears away and kisses me. I found myself melting into his kiss; it was full of love and longing. I truly missed his soft lips on mine, teasing me and tasting the bourbon he had earlier. He picks me up and carries me over to the daybed, which I see has been made up for this occasion, and continues to kiss me while laying on top of me. Moaning into his kiss, I pull him closer to me, deepening our kiss. Then he separates from me and continues to plant light kisses on my neck. “Sebastian…” I whisper his name and feel his hands all over my body, caressing me, touching me, teasing me. Suddenly sitting up, he picks me up and I straddle him while he zips down the dress I had been wearing and discards it on the floor.

He plants kisses all over my neck and unclasped my bra before taking one of my nipples into his mouth and pulling gently with his teeth. Wow, we have not been this passionate in a long time, and I am loving it! I unbutton his shirt and feel his naked chest beneath my hands after I pull it off, worshipping every inch of him with my lips as he did me before unbuckling his belt as I go on my knees in front of him. He looks down at me with surprise when I take him in my hands, realising what I was about to do.

I have come to the conclusion that I am somewhat of a sexual prude and started looking up different ways to please my husband, and well let me tell you SOME PEOPLE ARE SO DARN FREAKY. Wow, I would be way too embarrassed to do any of those things with Sebastian, so I opted for this instead.

When I take him in my mouth, he lets out a groan filled with so much want that I felt myself growing even wetter than I already was. “Elena… wow…” he breathed out and I couldn’t help but smile at the fact that I was making him crumble, as he usually did me. I found a rhythm I could feel he enjoyed and marvelled at the sweet taste of him in my mouth. He ran his fingers through my hair while letting out sounds of pleasure, fully laced with desire and need, sounds that were leading me to touch myself. “Screw it,” I heard him say as he picked me up and slammed me onto his waiting shaft.

Oh, my gosh I forgot how good this felt! I straddled him as we continued to make love and kiss wildly, soft lovemaking leading to passionate lovemaking and culminating in an explosive orgasm on both ends. I cry out his name when I reach my peak and he does the same, groaning into my chest as I feel him shudder inside me.

He looks up at me with glazed eyes and a satisfied smile. “You’re welcome and thank you for loving me in return,” I say, referring to his earlier statement of love, and I lean down to kiss him again. We lay down on the day bed, wrapped and entwined in one another, and yet again, I was happy to have gone to that masquerade ball.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.