Mr. CEO(16)

Shit, I didn’t even think about asking. What am I doing? As my body heats with anxiety, he pushes my legs farther apart.

I start to prop myself up on my elbows and think about backing out. It’s all too fast, too soon, but his lips crash against mine and his large hand grips my hip, holding me down.

My body melds to his as he lowers his chest to mine. He nips my bottom lip as he pushes the head of his cock just slightly into my *. My body begs me to move, to take him in deeper, but his grip on me is relentless.

His large body cages mine in and the look in his eyes takes my breath away.

“Tell me again,” he says and his deep voice vibrates up his chest. His eyes are the brightest I’ve ever seen as he stares at me, willing me to obey him. It takes a second for me to realize what he wants to hear.

“I want you,” I say, and as the last word slips past my lips, he slams into me. His large cock fills me almost to the brink of pain. My back bows and I let out a strangled cry of pleasure. So full, so hot. He stays buried deep inside of me, letting my walls adjust to his size before pushing farther in. My legs squeeze around his hips and my toes curl. It’s too much. I whimper as he pulls out slightly and then pushes forcefully back in.

He groans in the crook of my neck, “I knew you’d feel like this.” I wish I could respond. I try, but nothing comes out. My neck arches, forcing my head to dig into the mattress as he f*cks me at a merciless pace.

He kisses my neck as my head thrashes and he thrusts over and over into me.

My nails dig into his back as I grip onto him as though he can save me from the overwhelming sensations threatening to consume me.

His pace picks up and forces a scream from me. My body heats in intense waves as my nerve endings ignite all at once.

He rides through my orgasm, thrusting his hips at an angle that brushes against my throbbing clit each time. Pushing my orgasm higher and stronger, and dangerously close to too much.

“Logan!” I scream out his name as another release crashes through me.

My breathing is frantic at the feeling of him pushing in me to the hilt and I feel his thick cock pulsing against my tight walls.

He gently kisses my neck and my shoulder as my body trembles beneath his.

His large frame moves away from mine, leaving the cool air to kiss my skin. He plants a single kiss against my lips and I easily return it. It’s a tender touch, one I wasn’t expecting.

As the highs of my orgasm come crashing down and slowly leave me in waves, I realize what I’ve done. I pull up the covers a little higher and wonder if I should leave.

I can hear the muted padding of his footsteps against the tiled floor as he turns on the light to the bathroom and faint light floods the room. I see my clothes on the floor. And suddenly I feel cheapened.

I knew what I was doing.

I try to calm myself as he comes back into the bedroom. His corded muscles ripple as he walks to the edge of the bed. It dips with his weight as he peels the covers back. His eyes are on my face as he does it, as though he’s expecting me to protest, and a part of me wants to.

He runs a damp cloth between my legs and kisses my neck as I wince. I’m already a bit sore. I already feel regret working its way into my consciousness.

My body stiffens as he gets off the bed and leaves me with my thoughts.

I need to get out of here the moment I get the chance. And forget this ever happened.





Chapter 9





Logan





My Rose shifts in my arms. She hasn’t been still since I crawled into bed next to her. Something’s off. Everything was exactly how I imagined it’d be. Until it was over.

I keep my breathing steady and eyes closed. I pretend like I’m asleep. I’m not though, and I haven’t been. I don’t sleep well at all, let alone with someone next to me.

I know she’s going to bolt. She’s a runner. That’s easy to tell. I don’t mind, because I know she won’t be running far. Come Monday, she’ll be in my building and I’ll have more control of the situation. Right now I’m limited.

The comforter moves slowly down my body as she slips out of the bed and lets a gentle chill in. There’s a soft creak from the bed and she stills. Her breathing is the loudest sound in the room. After a moment, she finally moves. I can hear everything she does. I can practically picture her slipping her clothes into place as the sounds fill my ears.

She’s sneaking out. I have to force myself not to smile at the thought. If only she knew.

I open my eyes to peek at her as I hear her walk over to my desk. What the f*ck is she doing?

Everything I have is password-protected, so that doesn’t matter, but if she’s snooping then I have a much larger problem on my hands. Although, that could work to my benefit, but that wasn’t the kind of relationship I had in mind.

My heart squeezes slightly in my chest as I hear her pick up her clutch off the nightstand. She’s leaving. It’s amusing in some ways, but disappointing in others. I wonder for a moment if she thinks this is what I want, or if it’s her preference to leave.

I suppose it doesn’t matter though. This will be the first and last time she slips out on me.

I wait a minute as I hear the door open and close with a faint click, leaving me in silence. She left. I’m not completely surprised, but it does cause a stir of emotions that I’m not fond of. There’s a reason I stopped forming any attachments. People are good at leaving.