Mr. CEO(46)

She’s in a simple shirtdress that flatters her curves, and I can’t help letting my eyes roam her body as she hesitantly walks in. “Are you in the middle of a meeting?” she asks in a hushed voice, gripping the edge of the door.

Trent has a wide smile on his face and answers for me. I’m caught in a trance at the sight of her. As if telling Trent she was mine somehow made it more real. More tangible. Something I can actually have.

“Not anymore, we’ve just wrapped up.” He slaps his hands on his thigh and stands.

“I’m not sure we’ve met officially,” he says and holds a hand out to her and I finally rise to walk over and help introduce them.

She accepts his hand. “Trent Morgan.” She says his name with confidence and with her back straight. Her purse jostles as she shakes his hand. “It’s nice to officially meet you; Logan has said nothing but nice things about you.”

Trent laughs and pats the back of her hand before releasing her and says, “He must not have said much then.” A small chuckle rises through my chest at his joke as I wrap an arm around her waist. It’s the first time I’ve ever held her in front of anyone. A small gasp leaves her lips and she looks at me, nervously tucking her hair behind her ear. Her eyes flash with surprise.

“I’m glad you’ve met her, now get the f*ck out.” I say the words easily with a grin and he nods, picking up his jacket off the sofa.

“You two have a nice night,” he says as he opens the door.

“You too,” my Rose says in a slightly high-pitched voice.

She watches the door until it closes. And then she looks up at me and asks, “We’re an item now?” Although there’s skepticism in her eyes, her voice is laced with a hope I’ve never heard from her.

I simply nod. I don’t like that she’s questioning it, that she’s doubting me.

I understand, but I don’t f*cking like it.

“Like…” She pauses and takes in a short breath before pulling away slightly and then looking back at me. I keep my feet bolted to the ground and wait for whatever the hell she’s thinking to come out. “Like people can know?”

I huff a small laugh and walk over to her, she refuses to believe me. “Yes. The world can know you’re mine.”

“Do you mean it?” she asks in a soft voice that displays her vulnerability. I hate that I ever made her feel so insecure.

I nod and whisper back, “Yes.” Her body relaxes somewhat, but she doesn’t respond.

“Do you want me, Rose?” I ask her, turning her in my arms and pulling her soft body into mine. “Because I sure as f*ck want you.”

She braces herself with her small hands on my chest as she looks up at me with wide eyes. She nods, and breathlessly says, “Yes. I want you.”

I crash my lips against hers in a bruising kiss. The need to claim her has my dick hard as a f*cking rock.

I pull away and tear at the sash around her dress, desperate to get it off. Her nimble fingers unbutton her dress fast enough to save it from being destroyed.

I pull back to look at her. Her tempting body in nothing but heels, a black bra and matching panties. Her chest rises heavily with quick breaths, and her face is flushed with desire.

Fucking gorgeous.

She quickly unbuttons my shirt, not waiting for me to act. I reach around, undoing her bra as she kneels on the floor, unbuckling and unzipping my pants with a desperate need. She tugs them down and releases my cock. My hands fist in her hair as she quickly takes the head of my dick into her mouth.

I groan, but I don’t let her take any more. I pull her off and step out of my pants. She waits on the floor, watching me, but not for long.

I reach down and pick her up in my arms. Her lips press against mine and she parts for me. My tongue massages along hers and the air turns hot between us.

My fingers curl around the flimsy lace and I easily shred them and toss them carelessly to the floor, not breaking our kiss.

I push her back against the wall for leverage so I can move one hand off her lush ass and down between us.

I slide my dick between her folds and then roughly push into her hot *.

She moans loudly, slamming her head against the wall. I leave open-mouthed kisses along her slender neck as I thrust up and into her welcoming heat.

“Mine,” I groan in the crook of her neck. She whimpers my name as I quicken my pace.

One of her heels falls to the ground with a loud bang as her feet dig into my ass, her legs wrapped tightly around my hips.

“Say it,” I command her.

“I’m yours!” she cries out with her head arched to the side. “I’m yours, Logan!”

Yes! I slam into her over and over. Each time the wall shakes, threatening to knock the frames off the wall.

I look to my left, to the large windows covered by blinds. I grab her ass with both hands and move us to them, opening the blinds and continuing to f*ck her as her back hits the cold glass.

“Logan!” she cries out, her breasts pressed against my chest as I continue my relentless pace.

I pull out of her and turn her around, pushing her beautiful frame against the glass. We’re so high up I can barely make out the people below. But I want this.

“What are you doing?” she whispers, her voice laced with desire. I reach my hand around to her front and rub my fingers against her clit. She moans and tries to move away slightly. I slam my dick back into her and continue mercilessly stimulating her throbbing clit.