Mr. CEO (10 page)

J
ust dinner
.
That’s what he says. A part of me wants to believe him, but I get the feeling that he wants more. It makes me feel uneasy, but a part of me wants more, too. I crave what happened in Vegas between us, it was the first time that I’ve felt anything since breaking up with Ian.

I feel like I should be telling him no and staying away. This whole relationship is wrong, and it won’t end well. I just know it. But I can’t resist him. He’s too tempting. And I’m addicted to him like a junkie that needs her next fix.

What if he holds it over my head if I turn him down?
I wonder.
This is liable to get out of hand.

Somehow, I doubt it. But even if he doesn’t, I feel like another hookup will only cause extreme tension in the boardroom and I don’t know if I can handle any more of that. Yet at the same time, it’s all I can think about.

I look out the tinted window of his Aston Martin as we ride through downtown, my mind racing with all sorts of thoughts. A call comes through his car speaker, the third since we started the drive, and we’ve only been driving for less than five minutes.

I see him watching me out of the side of his eye as he hits the hang up button on the touchscreen of the vehicle’s console. The sounds of soft, classical music fills the car once again.
Beethoven.

I’m not usually one for this type of music, but I do find that i's easing the anxiety I feel in my stomach.

“You know,” I say, turning to look at him, “you can take the calls if you have to. I don’t mind.”

He glances over at me, and his lips quirk up into a smile. “I do. They can wait.”

My heart does a backflip. Logan is choosing me over what could be important business calls. It makes me feel special, but at the same time wary. I open my mouth to say something, and then pause. I’m not sure what I should say.

How about we stop this car and you fuck me right now?
I think lustfully. I feel ashamed, but not as much as I did earlier. Not when he’s treating me like this. This makes things different. It makes them easier.

“Why didn’t you want to see me again?” Logan asks, breaking the silence.

“I never said I didn’t. It’s just that I was worried about my job and-”

“I’m talking about the note... In Vegas.” His voice is heavy, and I can almost feel his emotion. Pain laces my chest, and I cringe inwardly.

“Well you know what they say, what happens in Vegas…” I say, trying to make light of it, even though I feel guilty.

Logan chuckles, although it doesn’t seem genuine. “Indeed. Except, I didn’t stay in Vegas.”

He’s right about that.

The car slows at a red light and Logan looks out of the window, contemplating something. This car drives so damn smooth, it makes my Nissan Altima seem like a damn clunker. “So I was just a one-night stand?” he asks, turning to look at me.

I duck my head, wanting to hide in the backseat. “Yeah... something like that.”

Silence reigns between us for a moment and then he asks, “What about an office affair? Is that a fantasy of yours?”

Oh boy
, I think to myself.
I have a lot of fantasies, and I know you could fulfill every last one of them.

I want to say yes and tell him I’ll be his office slut, his whore, his... whatever he wants me to be, but I can’t find the strength to voice the words. Shit. I feel so damn conflicted about all this.

“It isn’t anything more than sex, Rose,” he tells me softly.

I suck in a breath filled with emotion. I love the way he calls me Rose. It makes me feel… special. But it couldn’t just be sex for me. Not now. I feel too... I’m scared to admit.

The light turns green and he drives up several blocks before turning into a recently paved restaurant parking lot. It’s a large, modern-looking building and looks like it cost a pretty penny to build.

This is probably where all the rich folk go,
I think to myself. A small thrill goes through me. I’ve never had a man spend more than a couple of hundred bucks on me and I’m sure Logan is about to drop that much on one meal like it’s nothing. After everything, I would think I’d feel guilty about this, but I don’t. I’m excited to be taken to dinner. Especially somewhere so nice. I try not to analyze it too much, looking out of the window at all the beautiful details on the building. It’s late and dark, but the uplighting is exquisite.

“Don’t think about it now,” he tells me as he pulls into a parking space. “Let’s get dinner first and then we’ll talk about it.”

I open my door before he has a chance to walk around and open it. Which is exactly what he was going to do, judging by the look on his face.

I’m not going to be good at this. I’m not going to meet his expectations. My insecurities grow as he takes my hand and walks me into the restaurant. I try to shake it off, but every click of my heels against the pavement brings us closer to the obvious conclusion. I wasn’t bred for this like he was.

As we approach the door, he leans down and kisses my cheek, giving my hand a squeeze, “It’s just dinner,” he whispers. I’m caught off guard by the open display, but he seems unaffected and easily releases me, as though it wasn’t unnatural at all. I’m overthinking everything. I breathe in deep as we walk through the door.

The opulence of the decor in the is breathtaking. The restaurant is sectioned off in several areas, but all the materials used in the architecture are top-notch. Crown molding lines the ceilings, the floor is paved with gleaming marble and the tables are dressed with fancy tablecloths and gold-plated silverware.

An older man dressed in an expensive suit and greying hair greets us at the door. He must know Logan well, because he greets him with a wide and genuine smile along with a handshake.

“Mr. Parker, how are you this evening?” he asks in a rough voice that shows his age.

“Very well, Jacob. And you?”

He smiles kindly, causing wrinkles to form around his eyes and says, “Just fine, sir. Let me lead you to your table.” I admire the dining room as we walk through to a private room lit with dim lighting cast by a few candles that Jacob lights as we slip into opposite sides of our booth.

The candles give off a sweet, smoky scent that fills me with warmth. It’s simply gorgeous.

I hesitantly smooth out my skirt, trying my best to take it all in as Jacob asks what to start us off with to drink.

Logan answers, “Waters please, plus a large wine glass, and Cabernet?” he asks me and the two of them look at me for an answer. I nod slightly and feel like an idiot. All he did was ask if I want wine, and yet I can hardly answer. I breathe out slowly and relax. It’s just dinner.

“Right away sir,” Jacob says before disappearing from the room. I’m fidgeting in my seat, fiddling with my salad fork and trying my best to adapt. I can feel Logan’s eyes on me, but I’m not ready to look him in the eyes.

“You’re overwhelmed.” Logan speaks clearly although it’s formed as a question.

I answer honestly, “Yes, this is overwhelming. All of this is overwhelming.”

“If you would just relax, you would be enjoying yourself.” I believe what he’s saying, but it just simply isn’t that easy.

I bite the inside of my cheek. “It’s my job, and you’re my boss.” I try to think of a way to explain it, but he interrupts my train of scattered thoughts.

“And we both have needs. I know you feel the tension that I feel. You want me, and I want you.”

“We shouldn’t though.” I shake my head, my eyes pleading with him to understand.

He takes in a breath to speak, but then looks over my shoulder. I hear the door softly close and then a young waiter is at our table.

He pours a bit of wine for Logan, who doesn’t drink it but nods at him to continue. I say a soft thank you and take my glass as the young man goes over the menu.

“May I order for you?” Logan asks. I’m quick to nod yes, although I’m not sure I’ll be able to stomach any food. I’m full of nerves and apprehension. I take a sip of the wine and listen as he orders a stuffed chicken, beef tenderloin and salmon. I think they were three separate dishes, but maybe one is a combo. I’m not sure.

I give the waiter a polite smile before he leaves, my fingers running along the rim of the wine glass. “This is uncomfortable, Logan,” I finally admit to him.

“Why’s that? This is meant to make you feel more at ease.”

I struggle to explain it. “I didn’t know this was going to happen. I’m not used to this, and I don’t understand what you really want from me.” A weight feels like it’s lifted off my chest as I finally say words that make sense.

Logan takes a moment to assess the words. He’s giving me his full attention and looking as though he’s bartering a deal. Which, in a way, he is. Finally he says, “You need to stop worrying and just enjoy yourself.”

I take another sip of my wine, practically a gulp this time. I don’t think he could possibly understand. I set the glass on the table and Logan’s hand reaches out for mine.

“Give me tonight.” His thumb brushes over my wrist in soothing circles. “One night to show you what it could be like.” I stare into his eyes and want to give in. I want to feel like I did that night we spent together. I want this tension between us to disappear and be replaced with the fire I long for.

I nod my head as I hear the door open behind me and resist the urge to turn and look over my shoulder. Delicious smells flood my senses and I wait patiently for the waiter to set the plates in front of us. Beef tenderloin and salmon for him, and a stuffed chicken for me.

“Is there anything else I can get for you?” the waiter asks.

“That’s all, thank you.” Logan lays his napkin across his lap and then asks me, “Which would you like?”

I look between the plates, they all look tempting. “Whichever you don’t want is fine with me.”

He leans forward with a smile on his lips. “I want them all.” He picks my hand up and kisses my knuckles. “We can have it all, Rose. Let me show you.”

I utter a yes, caught in his trance, and give myself over to him.

Just for tonight.

I
open
the door and gently place my hand on her lower back, leading her into my home. Up until now, I’ve been a gentleman. I’ve shown restraint so I can ease her into this.

As soon as I get her into bed,
she’s mine
.

“Oh…” she says and trails off with obvious appreciation as she takes in a view of the house. It’s an open floor plan and modern. I hired a designer to make it feel like a real home. In some ways it does. I’ve lived here for five years now, but in many ways it’s more a place to sleep and shower when I’m not in the office. There aren’t many personal things. Anything of real value to me is in my office. I have a room attached with everything I need to stay late there. At first that spare room felt like a hotel. But it quickly reversed. Now this house is the rarity and feels new and cold when I come here. And the spare room in the office is where I spend most nights. It’s where I’m comfortable.

I take a look at Rose as she appraises the modern space, but I don’t give her much time to look around. There’s only one room I’m interested in her getting acquainted with.

I close the heavy front door and lock it, tossing my keys on the front table.

I wrap my arms around her small waist and pull her curvy body into mine. I breathe in her scent and whisper into her hair, “Wait till you see the bedroom.”

She laughs a little at my joke and easily tilts her head as I kiss along her jaw and then down her neck. Her hands grip onto my arms, her blunt nails digging into my skin as I move lower, rocking her gently and taking full advantage of this view of her breasts.

“Logan,” she moans, and it’s the last straw. I pick her small body up and carry her up the stairs, taking them two at a time.

She holds onto my neck tightly and gasps at first, but then her eyes focus on the dip in my throat and she kisses me right there and then up my throat. Each kiss makes my dick harder and harder. Her passion is addicting.

I’m desperate for her by the time I place her gently onto my bed.

“I want you naked,” I breathe as I unbutton the top button of my shirt and then rip it off and over my head. She’s quick to undress as well. It’s tit for tat until we’re both naked and breathing heavily. Her eyes are clouded with desire as she takes in my naked body. They widen as she sees my dick, hard as a fucking stone and just for her. No condom this time. I have her medical records and I know she’s on the shot.

I climb on the bed and it groans with my weight. She backs up slightly and gets onto her knees. She licks her lips, her eyes focused on one part of me. I don’t waste a second to grab a fistful of her hair at the base of her skull and guide her lips to my cock.

She doesn’t hesitate to take it into her greedy mouth. As she swallows my cock down her throat my head falls back. Fuck, she feels so good. She tries to take in more of me, hollowing her cheeks. I look down with my eyes half-lidded as she bobs up and down my length.

I could watch her all fucking day, but I want her pussy. I wanna hear her moaning my name and prove to her that this is worth it. That she didn’t make a mistake by giving in to me.

I pull her off of my cock and she looks up at me with a heated gaze as she wipes her mouth. She has no shame. I fucking love it.

“Knees.” I release her and she only hesitates for a moment. I can see she’s debating on whether or not she’s going to give me control. But she makes the right decision, spreading her legs slightly with her ass in the air. She’s bared to me and glistening with desire.

I run my fingers down her spine and farther down to her wet pussy. “So fucking wet,” I say as she softly moans into the sheet. Her hands move to either side of her head and she grips onto the sheets as I push my thick fingers into her. Fuck, so tight, too.

I pump my fingers in and out of her as her back arches and her head falls against the mattress. She bites down on the sheets to muffle her sweet moans. But I don’t want moans, I want
screams
of pleasure. I want her to call out my name like she fucking needs me. Like I’m her everything.

I slowly pull my fingers out of her and bring them to my lips to clean them off. I practically moan as I taste her on my tongue. So fucking sweet.

I grip my dick and stroke it once as she looks back at me with a passionate gaze. She whimpers in need, but I have every intention of giving her what she needs. I push the head of my cock easily through her pussy lips and slowly move forward. Watching as her pussy takes in more and more of me. I’m slow and deliberate. My eyes move from her cunt to her face. Her lips part wider and wider, and her forehead pinches as I push deeper and deeper into her greedy pussy.

She writhes under me as I near the last few inches of my thick cock and her head thrashes side to side. She starts to move under me, but I hold her hips still.

“You can take me, Rose.” She moans with a mix of pain and pleasure as I push all of myself into her. Her hand grips her breast and she bites down on her lip. I gently still deep inside her, letting her adjust before pulling out slowly and then thrusting back in to the hilt.

She lets out a loud moan and looks back at me with a mix of fear and desire.

I do it again and this time there’s only pleasure. She rocks her hips with arousal leaking from her pussy onto my thighs. I move my hands to her hips and steady her as I pull almost all the way out and then thrust into her. I keep this up over and over in a steady rhythm.

“Fuck!” she screams out as I pound her tight pussy. Her body jolts with each thrust and she struggles to stay still and take it, but she does.

I keep up the relentless pace until she’s trembling beneath me and whimpering with her impending orgasm. Her walls tighten around my cock, and I know she’s close.

I angle my hips so I hit her clit with my balls each time, giving her more and more pleasure and enough to take her over.

I groan in utter rapture as I rut between her legs. Her pussy spasms on my dick as she screams out her release. Fuck, yes. She feels so fucking good. I can’t stop as I ride through her orgasm.

Her body goes limp and her pants get louder as I continue to fuck her like I own her body. Like she’s mine.

I thrust into her warmth as a tingling sensation starts at the bottom of my spine and flows through me in every direction. My toes curl and I know I’m going to cum as my balls draw up, but I don’t want to. I want more of her. I almost slow down, but the threat of losing the high makes me pick up my pace.

I strum her throbbing clit with a desperate need for her to cum with me. The hardened nub is soaked. So are her thighs, and each pump of my hips is accompanied by a wet smacking noise. I fucking love it.

“Again,” I growl into her ear, my voice so harsh I hardly recognize it.

In an instant she obeys. And the feel of her pleasure pushes my own over a steep cliff. I thrust myself all the way to the hilt, feeling her tight walls pulsing around every inch of my cock. Thick bursts of cum leave me in heavy waves. My back arches as she screams out my name and I give her everything I have.

As the waves dim and she lowers herself to the mattress, her chest rising and falling frantically, I pull out slowly and quickly climb off the bed and head to the bathroom to clean up.

I take my time and watch her from the corner of my eye through the ensuite's doorframe. She lays still on the bed, looking completely spent.

I’m quick to clean her up and then I toss the cloth into the hamper in the bathroom.

I walk back into the room ready to pass the fuck out. It’s late, and I’m exhausted. I stop short when I see her reaching for her clothes on the floor, with the blanket held close to her chest.

“I think you’d sleep better in a tee shirt,” I say and look to my dresser, knowing she could easily wear one of my undershirts. “Although I’d rather you were naked.” I let my eyes fall to the bit of her cleavage still exposed. “I
much
prefer you slept naked.”

“I think maybe I should go,” Rose says quietly. My body goes cold for a moment. It’s late. Very fucking late. And a part of me was looking forward to having her available to me in the morning.

“Do you
want
to leave?” I ask her as I walk slowly to the bed and stand next to her. She looks at the bra in her hand and doesn’t respond. I cup her chin in my hand and force her to look at me. “Or do you think I want you to go?”

Her lips part slightly, and her eyes tell me everything I need to know.

“I want you to stay,” I whisper against her lips and then kiss her gently. “I want you here naked in my bed, and I want you to use me for your needs. And I want to do the same to you.” It’s the truth. Every word.

She blushes and gives me a soft smile, pulling out of my hold. “Well, I wasn’t sure how needy you were,” she says playfully. It brings a smile to my lips.

She looks good in my bed, but this is an exception. The reminder makes me question if I should bring that detail up now. I imagine it won’t go over well. This…
relationship
needs to stay at the office. We can’t get close, this is just sex, and limiting the arrangement is the best way to ensure it doesn’t get out of hand.

As I climb into bed and debate on telling her just that, she beats me to it.

“Don’t expect me to be at your beck and call. I don’t think sleepovers are the best thing for this…” She doesn’t finish her statement, and I simply nod as she motions between us.

Although I was going to tell her the same damn thing, I don’t like hearing it. And I sure as fuck don’t like that she said it first.

I should be happy about it. But I’m not. And that could be a problem.