Mr. CEO

by Willow Winters

  “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 fuck 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 pussy. Her heat and arousal make me groan. “And fucking 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 fuck, '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 pussy. 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 pussy 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 fucking love it. I want everyone to hear it.

  I’ve wanted this since I laid eyes on her. Me fucking her over my desk. I’m still fully clothed, but she’s bared for me. I slam into her harder, wanting more from her. Needing to hear her scream my name.

  Her nails scrape along the desk, trying to hold on and her head thrashes to the side.

  Her hips crash across the desk and refuse to give her any escape.

  Her body stills and trembles as she sucks in a breath and I know she’s close. I pick up my pace and give her everything I have. Needing to cum with her. I need it as much as she does.

  Her lips part as she screams out my name. Her pussy spasms around my length. My breath comes in quick pants as I pump into her again and again, loving how tight her cunt is as her orgasm rips through her. Finally my toes curl and waves of pleasure rocks through me. My head falls back as thick streams of cum leave me. I push in short shallow thrusts until the final wave has passed and I feel like I can breathe again.

  Her eyes close and her head falls limp to the desk with her heavy breathing. I love seeing her spent like that. I want it again. And again.

  I quickly tuck myself back in and grab a tissue off the desk, wiping up the cum from her sweet cunt and tossing it into a bin.

  I kiss the small of her back and then playfully nip her earlobe. She shudders and gives me a soft smile. She’s sated and exhausted, still lying how she was while I took her. “I want you tonight. I want you available and ready whenever I want you.” I’m still hard. I should take her again now. The thought of having her in the back of my limo stops me. She finally props herself up slightly and looks back at me over her slender shoulder. “Tonight?”

  I nod a yes and say, “You can stay at my place tonight.”

  So much for keeping things separate.

  Chapter 23

  Charlotte

  What the hell am I doing? I ask myself.

  I’m sitting at the bar in Logan’s kitchen, engaged in thought, while he readies the dinner table. Our hot lovemaking session worked up a hunger and Logan ordered Chinese takeout on our way over. Yet with how my anxiety is growing, I’m not sure I’ll be able to eat by the time it arrives.

  I feel like I’m losing control. This whole thing with Logan is supposed to be mutually beneficial, friends with benefits, but I’m starting to think that it’s more than that. At least to me. I can see it growing to that already. And that scares me. It terrifies me that I think I’m falling for him. Especially when I feel like this is still a game to him.

  I wrap my arms around my torso, squeezing myself tightly, feeling a range of emotions. I’m not sure agreeing to stay at his place for the night is a good idea. Not when I can’t trust my feelings. I should tell Logan that this is starting to be a problem, but I feel anxious about how he might take it.

  He says this is just sex, just for our enjoyment and nothing else. And God, am I enjoying it. But I’m starting to feel that it’s more than that. Much more. And I’m afraid if I tell Logan, I might drive him away. As much as I feel like a relationship with him is a bad idea, I don’t think I’m ready to lose what we have. I don’t want to lose him.

  And maybe I’ll never be ready.

  “What are you thinking, Rose?” Logan asks me as he finishes setting the table.

  I snap out of my pensive thoughts, focusing my eyes on his gorgeous face. He’s studying me with a look that’s intense and at the same time brooding.

  “I was just thinking about how absolutely gorgeous your kitchen is,” I lie. Though I’m trying to hide my emotion, I do have to admit it does look like a grandmaster chef’s paradise w
ith gleaming quartz countertops, stainless steel appliances, and tons of space to whip up gourmet meals.

  I give him a weak smile and add, “I get the sense that you don’t cook very often, though.” I’m choosing to just ignore everything that happened in the office about Ian. I think it’s better this way. It actually brought out a side of Logan that makes me feel comfortable and secure. But that’s what’s causing this new insecurity. I’m just moving from one problem to the other. For a moment I feel pathetic. But then I look up at Logan. It’s because of these men.

  Logan shakes his head. It takes me a moment to realize he’s answering my question about cooking.

  Of course he doesn’t cook, I say to myself. The man could hire a score of personal chefs to cook for him. Why would he go through all the trouble?

  “Seems crazy to order takeout when you have all,” I gesture expansively at the grand kitchen, “this.”

  Logan, walks over to me and I feel the beginnings of desire stir, along with a dull ache from where I’m sore. He’s just so irresistibly sexy. I never stood a chance. “Would you rather cook for me then?” He nods back at his huge, state of the art, stainless steel refrigerator. The damn thing even comes equipped with a touchscreen and WiFi. “I’m sure there’s something in there to make...”

  “Me?” I snort. “Sure... if you want to end up dead on your kitchen floor.”

  Logan lets out a dry chuckle. “I bet you’re being too hard on yourself.” He leans against the island's granite top. “Your cooking can’t be all that bad.”

  “Trust me, one taste of my cooking and you’d be changing your mind in a heartbeat.”

  Logan laughs again and the rough sound combined with the sight of him so at ease and happy stirs an emotion in my chest. I suddenly feel a wave of apprehension as the feelings I’ve been struggling with threaten to overwhelm me. I try to push it all away, but it stays with me.

  I tap my fingers on the counter and try to ignore them. The soft click, click, click of my nails aren’t soothing though. For the past few hours, things have been better that way, with me ignoring the constant insecurities and red flags going off in my head. Yet I feel like if I don’t get what I’m feeling off my chest, things are only going to get worse.

  Just tell him, if he gets spooked by how I feel, then this wasn’t meant to be.

  The notion that he’d cut me off as soon as I tell him that I might be feeling more for him than the sex fills me with dread. But I’m burning with the need to put this out there. I want to get a feel of where we’re at. And it’s not going to happen if I keep pretending like this is all just hot sex.

  Summoning my courage, I say seriously, “Logan.”

  Logan's expression is solemn as he looks at me, and I get the sense that he already knows what I’m going to say. “Yes?”

  I hesitate. This is it. This is where I tell him how I feel, and it’ll be our last night together. “I’m… scared,” I say finally. There. I said it. If he pushes me away after this, so be it.

  Logan doesn’t seem at all surprised by this admission. In fact, it seems like he’s been expecting it. “About what?”

  My heart pounding, I gesture at the space between us. “About this. About us. I feel like this could… become more than just sex for me.”

  Logan walks over and climbs onto the stool next to me, taking my hand and kissing it softly, sending tingles up along my arm. Then he looks me straight in the eye. “I appreciate you being honest.”

  Searching his face, I wait for him to say more, to tell me that this is becoming more to him as well. But he doesn’t say it, and instead he looks like he’s calculating what he wants to tell me, like he wants to be very careful of what he says next.

  This fills me with wariness, and it’s just another red flag that I’m better off leaving, yet I remain glued to my seat.

  After a moment, Logan offers, “How about this. Let’s just enjoy each other for as long as we can, and if everything goes well, we can reassess later?”

  It’s not the words I want to hear. I’m telling him how I feel now, and if I’m already feeling like I’m too invested, what’s it going to be like later? Will he just keep stringing me along as I slowly fall in love with him, using me as his sex toy until he wants to discard me?

  It’s an unsettling thought and not one I want to believe he’s capable of doing. But the fact that he isn’t starting to feel the same is yet another warning sign. I shouldn’t be here. And I need to get out before I’m in too deep. I just don’t know how.

  “I don’t know if I want to do that,” I say. “I don’t know if I can handle another…” my voice trails off. Ian.

  Logan stares at me and I feel like he wants to say something, but is holding it back.

  My lips part to ask him what it is that he’s not telling me, but the sound of the doorbell interrupts the moment. Our food is here. Planting another kiss on my hand, Logan gets up from the bar and goes to pay for our meal. I take a deep breath as he leaves the room and try to shake out my nerves. On top of being sore from our fuck session, I’m tense all over.

  This is going to end up not working, I tell myself. I’m going to end up heartbroken and all alone, my faith in men shattered.

  I don’t want to believe this. I want there to be something between me and Logan, as there’s so much more to him than sex. But there’s a reason why he doesn’t want to become more involved, and I need to just accept that.

  I need to just tell him that after tonight, this is over. There’s no reason to string this along if it’s never going to turn into anything. I’ll just end up a messed up basket case.

  “What can I do to ease your mind?” he asks me as he sets the bags down on the counter and takes out one white takeout box at a time. The smell fills the room and although my mouth is watering, I don’t have an appetite. He takes my hand in his and I feel like just melting in his arms and telling him, Tell me that you feel the same way. Without that, I’m not sure I can, or should, move forward.

  But I can’t say the words, because I know I’m just setting myself up for disappointment. Logan knows how I feel and if he wanted to put me at ease, he could just simply say that he feels the same as me, even if only to get me to shut up. The fact that he hasn’t shows that this is as far as he wants it to go.

  “Outside of assuring me that you won’t leave me for feeling like I want more out of this relationship,” I say over the lump in my throat, “nothing.”

  I wait for him to tell me that he won’t abandon me if I get too attached, but he sits there silently with that apprehensive look again. It’s like he’s afraid, but of what? I’m the one with more to lose here while he’s a goddamn billionaire that can have any woman he wants and I’m just his little fuckdoll that he can choose when and where to have.

  Anger burns my sides and I snatch my hands out of his. Why the fuck am I still sitting here? He’s all but telling me that this won’t ever be anything more than just sex, and I’m just being stupid by thinking it will ever be anything but.

  “I think I should go,” I say and swallow the lump in my throat and slip off the stool to my feet to leave, but Logan holds me in place.

  “Don’t go,” Logan says simply.

  “Why? I mean nothing to you.” I’m surprised by the hurt in my voice. He shouldn’t care about me. This was just supposed to be fun and games. No strings attached. It’s not his fault that I’ve reneged on the contract and am wanting more out of this.

  Logan looks like he’s about to say something, something that he’s been badly wanting to say, but he swallows it back. “That’s not true at all, Rose.”

  “Then why?” I ask. “Why can’t you… say that… that this is going somewhere?”

  Logan stares at me for a long time and I wait with bated breath. “We just need to give it time,” he says finally. “I just don’t think you fully know what you’re getting into.”

  What the hell is that supposed to mean?

  “What do you mean by that?” I as
k warily. “I know exactly what we’re doing. And I know where it’s headed. Or in your case, not headed.”

  Logan looks at me, and I see pain in his eyes. “I understand,” he says finally in a grave voice.

  It shatters my heart that he can’t give an inch. Especially when I just opened up to him like that.

  He takes my hand and pulls me close, and I’m enveloped by the heat of his hot body. I don’t want to move away. I want the comfort. I need it.

  “You just need to relax, and live in the moment. I want you. I don’t want you to leave. Not yet.” The pained look in his eyes is replaced by a desire that’s hard to resist.

  “But what-” I begin to protest, but he kisses me on the lips to smother it.

  “Just give in, Rose,” he whispers, slowly bringing his lips down to my neck and nibbling softly.

  Every cell in my body is telling me to push him off me and demand that he tell me why he’d rather pretend this situation is going to get any better, but I’m overcome by his advance. I tilt my head back and my lips part into a soft groan as his hands move up my thigh.

  “We don’t need tomorrow,” he murmurs, delivering another scorching hot kiss to my neck while undoing my skirt, “just tonight.”

  Chapter 24

  Logan

  I take another look at my phone as the driver pulls up to Charlotte’s new place, the temporary housing I arranged for her. It’s been nearly two weeks. And more than half the time, she’s stayed at my place. She’s staying here tonight. Her decision, not mine. I’m glad she’s the one who brought it up. She can’t come back with me tonight, but luckily I didn’t have to tell her.

  She’s typing away on her laptop as we drive to her place. Busy with her new ventures in the marketing research department. She’s doing well. I glance up at her as the faint sound of her tapping on the keys stops. She leans back and reads whatever it is she wrote out, or maybe something else, I’m not sure.

  She looks so beautiful though. Her hair is down from the ponytail it was in and it flows in soft curls over her shoulder. There’s still a faint blush to her cheeks from our earlier adventure in the office. She’s becoming a bad habit of mine. Although Trent seems to think I’m more amicable now that something’s changed. He obviously knows judging by the way he smiles when she knocks on my door.