Mr. CEO(37)

“Did you call to tell me I’m right?” he asks.

I let out a small humorless grunt and choose not to answer him. I don’t have the time or energy to get into that shit with him again. “I need a favor.”

“What’s that?” he asks. I can hear Charlotte moving in the office. She has her purse in her hands as she walks over to the wall of meaningless awards displayed in place of family photos that don’t exist for me.

“I need one of the housing units.”

“For Armcorp?” he asks. I bring up his email along with all the details he needs. And then I start typing everything in, including Charlotte’s current address.

“Yes,” I answer as Rose turns back to face me. Part of me expects her to object. She’s not one to hand over control so easily. But she doesn’t.

“I have an employee that needs to be moved in by tomorrow morning. I want a moving truck there now, her lease ended, and everything in place by tomorrow.”

“I’ll need her-”

“Sent,” I answer, hitting the enter button and sending him all her information.

Charlotte walks over to my side of the desk and I’m quick to shut off the screen and turn to her in my chair.

“Can do, anything else?” Trent asks. My Rose sets her purse on my desk and sits easily on my lap.

“That’s all.”

“You’re going to tell me I was right and you were wrong one of these days, Logan.” I smile into the phone.

“I wouldn’t hold your breath if I was you.” I wrap my arm around Charlotte’s waist and pull her in closer. “I have to go.”

“Good night, Logan,” I hear him say as I slowly set the phone back down on the hook.

Charlotte leans closer to me, her lips close to mine.

“Thank you,” she barely whispers. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I don’t have to do a lot of things; I do them because I want to.”

She closes her eyes and presses her lips to mine in a sweet kiss. “Thank you.” She pulls away and looks down at her purse. “Are you doing anything tonight?” she asks, a little uncertain.

“What do you want to do?” I ask her, leaning back to take a good look at her. “Because right now I wanna take you home and f*ck you until you don’t remember him.” The words slip out so easily, I don’t want to take them back. They’re true.

“I don’t want to wait until we get home,” she says, her voice full of lust.

She leans in for a kiss, but I put my finger up and press it against her lips.

She blinks twice, and her breath falls short.

A slow grin slips into place. “I want you naked first.” She smiles, the perfect picture of sweet sin, and nods.

“Yes, sir,” she answers, moving her delicate fingers to the buttons on her blouse. My cock responds instantly, hardening at her delight in my request.

I slowly push the blouse off her shoulders. The thin material falls into a puddle on the floor and she shivers as my fingers trail down her arms and then back up.

“Stand up, Rose.” She slowly slips off my lap and waits expectantly. I love this submissive side of her. She’s exactly what I crave.

“Strip.” She obeys, with confidence in every move. Her lace bra falls to the floor revealing her small rose petal nipples, already hardened. Followed quickly by her skirt and thong. My breathing comes in heavy as I watch her slowly reveal every inch of her gorgeous curves to me. She steps out of the skirt and intends to pull off her heels, but I stop her and pull her hips toward me.

“Leave them on.” I lean forward and suck her pebbled nipple into my mouth. My fingers dig into the flesh at her hips and her head falls back as she moans softly. I twirl my tongue around her hardened nub and pull back slightly with suction, my teeth grazing her skin. I release her with a pop and grin at the red mark I caused before doing the same to the other side. Her hands tangle in my hair and she pulls slightly, causing a hint of pain that makes my dick that much harder.

When I’m done I take her breast in my hand and rub my thumb along her sensitive nipple. She moans my name with desperation and puts her hands on my shoulders.

“You’re so beautiful,” I say with a hint of awe. I reach down and cup her *. Her heat and arousal make me groan. “And f*cking soaking for me.”

I stand quickly, the chair rolling backward as I unzip my pants and pull my dick out. I can’t take my eyes off my Rose. She bites down on her lip as she sees my cock come out on full display. “Bend over,” I say, giving her the simple command. She’s quick to turn as if I’ll change my mind if she doesn’t obey fast enough. She’s eager for this. Thank f*ck, 'cause so am I. Her upper half lays easily along the desk with her hands at the sides of her face.

I stroke my dick once and line up my cock at her *. I could go gentle, but I want her to feel this for as long as possible.

I slam into her and she lets out a cry, her hands shoot forward and she pushes a stack of papers off the desk. They flutter in the air and fall to the floor as I quickly pound into her * again and again and again. Her fingers grip the other side of the desk. My own grip both her hip and the nape of her neck. I can barely breathe as I mercilessly thrust into her slick heat over and over again.

She screams out with every thrust, although she’s trying desperately to silence them. I f*cking love it. I want everyone to hear it.