Her Innocent CEO: An Instalove Possessive Male Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 191)

by Flora Ferrari

  It’s music to my ears.

  Apart from what I know must be love for Maddox, real love… my heart’s about to burst from the excitement of knowing it’s really him who’ll be my first.

  I never had much of a hang up about being a virgin, just figured nobody was interested so packed the idea away and forgot about it. Forgot about me and my wants.

  Maddox has well and truly opened that box. In more ways than one.

  Before we get all the way back to the bed, he laces his fingers together behind my back and leans forward, suspending me midair while he stares into my eyes.

  “Tell me again, say it,” he demands, the corner of his lip curling as his eyes dance under a cocked brow.

  “I’m yours, Maddox. Take me, please,” I tell him, hearing the urgency in my own voice. His hands on me, my legs open and wrapped around his body as my pussy presses against his rock hard body is more than I can take, even though I could stay like this all day I’m worried it’s gonna finish before we’ve even started.

  “I’m gonna make you come more than once,” he growls, reading my mind and making my whole body shiver at the thought of him finally inside me.

  He lays me down on the bed, slipping his own robe off as I free myself from mine.

  Our eyes are locked, but we each need to look at the other. I need to take in more of his incredible body, but without my hands touching him it feels like something’s missing, and our fingers greedily seek each other’s out.

  His huge hands eclipse into mine, and he uses his knees to hold himself up, leaning over me slightly as we get closer.

  His weight on me makes me gasp, but only in the best way as my legs automatically open for him again and our hands and finger exchange our grip on each other for the exploration we both crave.

  “You’re perfect Jasmine,” he croons as he cups my chest, tracing his flat palm over my belly and down to my hips, finally lifting me a little to squeeze my rear while he presses his thick heat right over mine, making us both moan loudly.

  We’re a perfect fit. I wouldn’t have guessed it, but his huge, thick body with all its grooves and flexing muscles just fits everywhere against my own soft curves.

  His weight on mine is just enough pressure all round, generating a new and exciting buzz we instantly both feel between us.

  And like a key in a lock, I just know how well he’ll fit everywhere else.

  I hope… Maddox isn’t average sized anyplace, least of all in his trouser department.

  “Jasmine,” he groans, and I feel myself shuddering already feeling the rising pressure inside me. Aching for him to release it.

  “Let me,” I tell him, his hands flat against the mattress on either side of me as I open myself wider for him, using my own hands to guide his smooth, hot tip into me.

  It’s big alright and for a second I don’t think any of this is gonna work. But with some gentle circles and soft pressure from my man, I know he’s feeling it as much as I am when he gently starts to fill me, my eyes widening and my shivering gasps turning to moans of disbelief.

  “Oh fuck, Maddox,” I whimper, swearing six more times between each time I pant his name and grit my teeth, knowing he’s only just getting started.

  My hands shift to his rock hard body, clawing my grip onto him as he slowly slides into me, his jaw set in concentration, his eyes flared with intense passion on mine.

  That thing, the sensation inside me that felt like something would come loose?

  It’s finally loose. Free.

  Maddox groans and swears himself, filling me right up in a matter of seconds, drawing an animal sound from me as I feel a wave of heat ripple through my slick valley, gripping him tighter and drawing him in further until he hits the place I know he’ll make me come from for the rest of my life.

  Our grip on each other becomes tenser in a second, the new feeling replaces an urgency and it’s like we’ve found the missing part of ourselves in something else for the first time.

  “I don’t just want you to take me, Maddox,” I hear myself confessing. “I want you to fill me with our babies... fill me with a family.”

  This pleases him more than anything. “Our family,” he corrects me firmly and I feel his hardness swell to what feels like twice its size and in a perfect tangled mess of our bodies, we set to work on extracting every ounce of the pleasure and passion, the love that I know will go into the making of each of our children.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  Maddox

  She’s perfect, in every way.

  I’ve never made time for romance in my life. Never found it because it was never there, never the right person so I turned my attention to other things.

  But Jasmine.

  She’s not just romance, she’s the full package. She’s the one.

  Her body against mine gives me a feeling I never even thought possible. A feeling that’s way beyond physical attraction or sexual arousal.

  It’s a soul connection, running deeper than our bodies, but by god… her body against mine…

  I’m a big guy, and her soft curves, those thick thighs and curvy hips as my body presses right into hers…

  I know I want this forever. I want to give her this every day for the rest of our lives.

  So when she grips me, once I feel the magic of being inside her and she tells me she wants me to fill her with our kids… I almost call out loud to thank god for sending me one of his angels.

  For the first time in my life I relax, I know that from this moment, everything’s gonna work out and my instincts to possess Jasmine were on point.

  She’s so tight I thought I would burst as soon as I got inside her, but once our bodies lock together and once she tells me she really is mine; that she wants what I want to give her, it’s like coming home.

  She bucks and grinds against me, my hands gripping those stunning hips as my thighs hold hers up against them. It’s like two parts of a broken puzzle joined together, where it all finally makes sense.

  And far from losing control once I fill her right up, finding her special place almost instantly, we both feel a renewed sense of vigor and determination to enjoy the feeling it generates without worrying about anything else.

  I forget everything else, all my so called problems.

  I’ve got what I’ve waited my whole life for, and my real life starts right now.

  Our life.

  I find out, with pleasure, that Jasmine likes it soft and slow as well as hard and fast.

  When it’s finally time for us both to share the waves of passion we’ve felt slowly building as we make love, it’s a slow and smooth finish my girl wants but we can’t hide the true passion that fuels our union.

  I feel her stiffen under me, her body tensing in my arms as hers wrap around me, gripping me tighter than ever.

  “Maddox,” she whimpers, and I know how close we both are.

  I want this to last forever, but at the same time the growing climax I know we’re about to share is a golden moment, a reward on top of the treasure of my day so far.

  Pressing my head against hers as our eyes lock, I watch hers widen and feel mine do the same. An intense ripple washes over both of us as we grip one another, shuddering as I relax my clenched jaw and Jasmine feels like she’s letting go of a lifetime’s worth of pent up desire in one moment.

  In a blinding flash I can see Jasmine and me, and our home someplace in the country. A wicker bassinet on a wide porch as gray clouds part, a rainbow shining through the thin fingers of lightning as it arcs across a huge plain that stretches out to the horizon.

  It takes a few moments before I become aware of our gasps, the shared climax between us subsiding.

  She’s crying, but they’re tears of joy. My own voice shakes with strong emotion.

  “Did you…?” I ask her, unable to speak properly.

  She nods her head and I kiss her deeply, feeling the explosion that counts more than anything, the one between our hearts as we both realize the real magic th
at’s just taken place.

  “I love you, Jasmine,” I tell her. As if the words could convey the true feeling, but it’s all we can tell each other right now.

  It’s all that matters.

  “I love you too, Maddox. Oh god, Maddox I love you!” she whispers in my ear, and I hold her so tight I’m scared I’ll hurt her, but she only replies by gripping me just as tight.

  “Did you feel that?” I ask, shaking my head, hoping I’m not just imagining things.

  “I did,” Jasmine gasps. “Today is like a dream, Maddox. Don’t let it end,” she begs me, clutching herself closer to my chest before I roll us over, and playing big spoon as we both catch our breath I promise her it won’t.

  “Oh, this love story never ends, Jasmine. You’re all mine and I’m yours from now on. You don’t ever have to worry about things being any different. I swear that promise to you,” I tell her, not meaning to sound so determined but I really do mean it.

  The memory of my former life gradually returns to me, the whole business from this morning. The fact Hunter and his mistress were here in this very suite.

  The whole concept of my defense.

  Against what?

  Myself?

  No.

  In a single moment, I feel whole again, my mind is so clear and I know exactly what I have to do, with Jasmine finally at my side I know I can do anything, let alone right a few pesky wrongs some moron is trying to pin on me.

  But before any of that, before I even leave this suite, I want to enjoy my Jasmine. I want to breathe her in, but most of all I want to give her more pleasure than she’s ever known in her life.

  “It’s gonna be a strange ride for a while,” I caution her, kissing her shoulder. “But we’re here now, where we belong. It can only get better from this moment. And I promise I’ll take care of everything.”

  “I know you will, Maddox. I know,” she assures me. “But?”

  I lean up onto my elbow. “But what?” I ask, filled with concern as she rolls over, smiling dreamily.

  “But, can you arrange some laundry or clothes? We can’t get around in hotel bathrobes forever, can we? And some food… I’m hungry,” she pouts, pulling me closer to kiss her again.

  “I do love you, Jasmine,” I remind her, hearing her breathe catch at the words, her forehead on mine, she squeezes my hand in hers and I know she can’t say anything for fear of those tears again.

  Tears I feel inside.

  The sheer joy at finally having landed back to earth. Finally having found my real reason for existing.

  “We’ll get all that and more,” I murmur, laying back down with the ultimate sense of relief.

  Knowing I have her, that our family has started too.

  Like everything else I’ve willed into my life so far, this is going to work and I know it’s going to be just perfect.

  I’ll be damned sure to make sure it is, Maddox Mapleton style.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  Jasmine

  As soon as Maddox tells me he feels the same, as soon as he says he loves me and he knows the incredible has just happened – that we could make a baby our first time and just knows it. I know I’m not dreaming.

  This is real.

  I’m teasing about clothes, but I am hungry, and although it’s technically my boss’s suite, my real boss is Maddox. Always has been, and now I’m his well and truly.

  No shame in a girl asking for something to eat.

  He laughs, satisfied with my requests after kissing me so hard we almost get right back to where we just came from, but I can tell he’s a man on a mission now,

  He has things to do and getting us both fed and clothed is a reflex compared to what I can only imagine he has brewing in his mind now.

  Now that he knows I’m his and we have more than just the two of us to think about.

  The hotel concierge is very apologetic, from what I can tell once Maddox presses the phone in my hand, asking me to order some privacy as well as the one hour laundry and some food ASAP.

  “I just assumed it was a party of four,” the concierge, Jason stammers. “Ms. Singleton has had plenty of those. She’s definitely gone now. I’m so sorry,” he continues before I shut him down.

  Hearing some real power in my voice for the first time in a long time.

  “It's fine, Jason. But I’ll need privacy from now on, and if we need to change suites because that’s an issue for you, I can pay in cash,” I offer, but his embarrassment and eagerness to please, ensures our solitude for as long as we need it.

  “I am sorry again for the misunderstanding,” he starts, but I’m already over it and only want what we both need right now, apart from each other and complete seclusion.

  I arrange some food, fresh everything and decline the offer of a free massage over the concept of getting our laundry done in under an hour.

  Plenty of time to have something to eat and give Maddox the time he needs to consider his next move, which I hope isn’t too far away from me.

  He claps his hands softly as I hang up the hotel phone by the bed. Not a hint of sarcasm either. He’s genuinely impressed.

  “Jasmine, your talents have been wasted. You’re definitely working for me from now on,” he sighs deeply with satisfaction, pulling me close as his huge arm curls around me.

  “I get like this when I’m hungry,” I warn him, and he nods with his eyes closed.

  “Me too, nothing worse than people wanting to talk crap and kiss your ass when all you want is a feed and some clean clothes, happens a lot when I travel and it sucks,” he murmurs, looking like he’s dozing off.

  He springs to life when I spread myself over his chest again, kissing him here and there again, on each of his nipples and then trying to make my way down to my favorite new discovery on my man… but he stops me, laughing softly again as he pulls me back up so my face is in line with his.

  “Hey! I need some more of you up here, with me,” he says, kissing me again, making me melt and sink back into him.

  It isn’t long before there’s a knock at the door, the muffled call of room service, and Maddox leaps out of bed in one movement.

  He scoops up all our clothes along the way, signaling me to stay put and I hear the front door, some murmured instructions, and then the gentle clatter of a trolley before the smell of food hits my nose.

  I roll over, lying on my back and inhale deeply.

  The sight of Maddox wheeling in a hotel cart filled with silver domes, his robe having fallen open, makes me feel like the luckiest girl alive.

  “I shouldn’t have let them see me here, but meh. I don’t give a fuck any more Jasmine. It’s you and me from now on,” he reminds me, lifting a few silver lids and putting a couple of plates onto bed trays before fluffing some pillows behind me so I can sit up and eat in bed.

  “This looks great!” he exclaims, eventually settling down next to me with his own tray of what looks like the best steak dinner I’ve seen in forever.

  “How’d they get all this together so quick?” I ask him, wondering about our laundry too, but he just shrugs.

  “I’ll tell you once I find out exactly how much they’re charging the firm for the suite,” he says, slicing a thick piece of steak before taking it to his own mouth and groaning.

  “Isn’t it good though?” he asks, and we both laugh.

  “It sure is,” I tell him. Looking up and savoring my mouthful as I chew, wishing I knew how I could repay such a wonderful man.

  As if I even have to.

  Answering my silent question, his hand is on mine between mouthfuls.

  “It’s you and me, Jasmine us from now on, okay?” is all he has to say to that quiet corner of my mind that has any need or want to doubt anything anymore.

  “I think… after this meal we should have ourselves a sit in that huge Jacuzzi tub in there and talk about your new position… under me,” he continues with a wry smile, cutting meat and feeding me the odd piece as I nod in silent agreement; returning the favo
r.

  And he makes it so, after we eat he runs the huge tub full of water and fragrant oils provided by the hotel and carries me to it after assuring me that the door’s barred and we won’t be disturbed.

  Not unless he or I says so.

  Not ever again.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  Maddox

  To my delight, Jasmine isn’t a drinker and we can enjoy all the fizzy water we like as we both melt under the bubbles and foam of a different kind in a Jacuzzi tub that makes me wonder how many people they actually think would get in here together.

  The jets massage us, taking our physical aches away which I have noticed after my lengthy lovemaking session with her; but not wanting to mention because of our age difference.

  It’s just a number, but I’m relieved more by her own accounts of how much she likes the relaxing spa jets on her body.

  “Not too much though?” I ask her, almost sounding jealous.

  “Nowhere near as good as you,” she assures me, leaning back against me as I wonder if life couldn’t get any better. If all my aches and pleasures couldn’t feel this good.

  “What are we gonna do?” she asks after a long silence.

  Not a scared or pensive silence, more like a curious question from my girl who wants to know just how my cunning plan to return us both to the top is gonna pan out.

  Holding her closer, letting my hands wander across her breasts as the warm water froths over them, I think out loud as well as remind myself of a few facts.

  “I’m a lawyer, sure,” I remark. “But I have my own legal team, and not just in the U.S all over the world. I’ve been watching my business partner for a long time, Jasmine. But it is true, he has snuck up on me somewhat in the past few days… weeks. But today? We have him. Your video evidence is enough to convince any judge…”

  But I trail off.

  “What is it?” she asks, wanting to turn and face me, but I hold her firmly against me.

  “It’s not something I can help right now. All that matters is that you’re here with me,” I tell her, noting her tension still.

  “Maddox,” she insists. “I don’t want to lose you on the first day I’ve found you,” she says.