Mr. CEO(14)

She looks back at me with an innocent wide-eyed look. Fuck. I can’t tell if she’s doing it on purpose to turn me on, or if she's genuinely enjoying it.

“It’s delicious,” she says, wiping the bit of chocolate from the corner of her mouth and slipping her finger in quickly. “I don’t usually eat dessert,” she says as she takes another spoonful. “I’m always full by the time I’m done with dinner.”

She continues taking small bites, savoring the cake and making my cock rock hard. All the while making casual small talk about the marketing business. She’s bright and knowledgeable. My admiration for her grows, as does my sexual appetite.I have to force myself to look away and take another bite. I don’t taste a damn thing though, I’m just doing it to get her to take another bite.

Each small bite seems to open her up more and more, until it’s all gone and she’s scraping the plate for crumbs. That forces a rough chuckle up my chest.

I lean in and whisper, my lips barely touching the shell of her ear, “You’re beautiful, Rose.” Her head leans back and her lips part. It takes everything in me not to take them with my own. I pull back slightly, fighting the need to restrain myself and when I do, she looks back at me with nothing but lust.

“It’s Char-” she starts to respond, then stops as a chair scrapes loudly across the floor behind us.

A group of men rise and make a noisy exit. My eyes flash quickly to them and then back to my Rose who’s turned to watch them leave. Her hair is on her opposite shoulder, leaving her slender neck bare. My dick twitches in my pants with the thought of leaning down and leaving an open-mouthed kiss along her neck and down to her shoulder.

“I better get going,” she says suddenly. She doesn’t move though.

“You don’t have to; I’m enjoying your company.”

“I have to be up early. The conference is early tomorrow.” She looks to the doors of the bar, but again makes no move to leave. “I don’t want to give my boss a reason to fire me.”

“Let him. I’d hire you in an instant.” I’m quick and hard with my words, and I let them resonate with her.

“I’m flattered, really. But I don’t think that would be wise,” she says flatly. “At all.”

She’s resisting. I like that. “And why’s that?”

“Because... you’re…” her voice trails off and she bites her lower lip. Fuck. So sexy.

“I’m what?”

Her voice is heavy when she responds. “Bad.”

I chuckle. “Is that so?”

“You almost ruined my presentation, you know that?” she growls angrily, changing the subject. She’s grasping at straws here. Trying to find a reason to push me away. How… cute.

So this is why she’s a touch on the pissed side. “I did?” Maybe I shouldn’t have made it so obvious that it pleased me when I threw her off her game.

She glares at me, only turning me on more. “Don’t play coy. I lost my train of thought because of you.” There’s a small smile to her lips, letting me know she’s not truly angry.

I grin and say, “It’s not my fault that you’re attracted to me.”

“I think you’re getting a little ahead of yourself. I said you made me lose my train of thought, not that I wanted to sleep with you.” Her eyes stay fixed on the back of the bar.

My grin grows wider. “So now we’re talking about sleeping with each other?”

A bright blush colors her cheeks and she doesn’t respond for a moment.

I wait for her to look at me. “Tell me why,” I say and stare into her eyes. She’s defensive and that’s fine, but she’s also turned on and right now that’s all I need her to be.

“Why what?” she asks without moving an inch. That guard of hers is about to crumble around her.

“Why you lost your train of thought when you saw me.”

She tries to look away again, but I place my finger on her jaw and tilt her head to face me. “You did the same for me. It’s only fair that I affect you just as much.”

Her lips part and her eyes heat with lust at the knowledge I’ve given her, but she still doesn’t respond. “Tell me why, my Rose.”

“I don’t know,” she finally answers me.

“I can tell you why,” I say. “You want me.” She purses her lips and goes silent, clenching her thighs and licking her bottom lip. She f*cking wants me. And just as much as I want her.

I lean forward. “You know what I think? I think you would love to get to know me, that you could learn to love me being your boss.”

Her breathing is coming in heavier.

“Tell me,” I say and my command brings her eyes back to mine. I want to hear it directly from those beautiful lips of hers.

“I think I’d get in trouble if you were my boss,” she says and her breathy words make my dick hard as f*cking steel.

“Is that so?” I ask her calmly, moving my hand to her thigh and brushing my thumb back and forth against her bare skin. I lean forward and whisper into the crook of her neck, “I think I’d like that. In fact,” I say and pull away to look at her face. Her head’s tilted back and her eyes are half-lidded, but then she slowly tilts her head forward and looks me in the eyes. “I’d f*cking love it,” I conclude.