CEO'd By Him Complete Series Box Set

by Nella Tyler

  “Okay,” she nodded and smiled faintly. “Just for tonight.”

  “One night at a time,” I assured her. “We’re going to make it one night at a time.”

  And as she stared up at me, I lost all self-control and landed another sweet, perfect, passionate kiss against her cherry lips.

  The world felt right for the first time in three weeks.

  Chapter Thirty

  Lindsay

  He looked at me with something crazy lurking in his eyes, something dark and lustful. Something that told me this situation was about to escalate, but it’s not like I minded. In fact, it was the exact opposite. I was glad he had said he was willing to step up, and more importantly, he wanted to. My biggest fears seemed to vanish because he wanted to be in my life, and he wanted to be in my kid’s life. There he was, standing in front of me, baring his soul, and I finally saw the Caleb I had always dreamed to exist.

  And when he scooped me up into his big, strong arms, I wasn’t surprised. I had seen it coming from the way he looked at me. But the lust… it was something different than every other time. There was something more intense, something almost more animalistic, but at the same time, something more tender. Maybe it was the way he carefully carried me to the door, and was even more careful as he pushed the door open.

  Once we were inside and the door was closed behind us, his pace quickened, as if he couldn’t wait for what we both knew was about to transpire. Faster, he raced us towards the bedroom, opening the door with one free hand as he held me still with the other, and then the next thing I knew, I landed with my back against silky sheets.

  Before I could adjust to my surroundings and regain my bearings, he was ripping his shirt over his head and diving onto the bed. The warmth of his body warmed mine as he breathed hot fire against my neck before trailing his tongue from my collarbone to the cleft just beneath my ear.

  “I want you so bad,” he panted, hot and huffy against my flesh, and I couldn’t help but arch into his touch as one hand traveled beneath my skirt, hard and wanting fingers twirling underneath the fabric of my thin panties. “Can I have you, Lindsay?”

  “I… uh…” Fuck, I couldn’t force the words from my throat—only pants and moans. “Yes,” finally, the words slipped from my tongue as my fingers massaged the impossible muscles of his back.

  This was the first time I had him like this, the first time I hadn’t felt like something akin to a plaything. And I was more than ready for whatever was to come next. I needed him inside of me, I needed him to fill me completely so I could push away all the other thoughts and forget about the world. He was my wildest fantasy, the one taboo I shouldn’t have touched, but here I was tangled up in him physically, mentally, and emotionally, and fuck me, but I wouldn’t have had it any different way. I could displease and dissent all I wanted, but I wanted what I wanted no matter how hard I tried to fight away the feelings.

  “Fuck, Lindsay….” He breathed hot fire against my lips as his eyes bored down into mine. “So fucking hot.”

  I chewed into my bottom lip as one strong hand pulled my panties down the length of my long legs and then just about lost all control when he palmed my pussy with one rough hand.

  My toes curled into the fabric of the silky sheets. The nails on my fingers dug deeper into his back, to the point I was sure he was bleeding. I couldn’t help myself. There was just something different about this time than any other time.

  He crawled to his knees and watched me with dark, haunted eyes as he pulled the skirt free from my body. From the waist down, I was bare, but I yearned to show him every piece of me. I ripped my blouse off, tearing it down my arms before reaching behind and unhooking my bra. Just as I was about to dispose of it, he reached for the black bra and threw it to the ground himself.

  Quickly, his fingers dropped to his slacks where he made quick work of his pants, kicking them free off the edge of the bed as his rock-hard cock sprang free. Just one glance at that thing and I threw myself back onto my back, prepared to take every inch of him. He crawled over top of me with one hand steadied on either side of me, the muscles of his biceps pulled taught as he eye-fucked me from above.

  A curious, beyond sexy smile hitched across his pretty lips before he cackled a light chuckle. “Do we need protection?”

  He might have thought he was funny, and I might have agreed a little, but I wanted to show him that I wasn’t in a joking mood. I reached for his cheeks and cupped one hand over his mouth. “Shut up,” I commanded. “Shut up and fuck me.” I couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of my mouth, but took great pleasure in the newfound dominance I found over him.

  He grinned widely as he positioned himself between my legs. “Okay.”

  And he thrust all the way in. It took everything in me to not scream, but it wasn’t enough. My back arched at his sudden intrusion as a combination of pain and pleasure overtook me. My fingers fell to the sheets above me as I tried to maintain my grip on reality, but when he arched his taut ass to slam into me again, I just about saw the stars.

  Again and again, he rocked into me, threatening to pull me undone with each stroke of his cock against my insides. I forced my eyes closed and tried to steady my breathing but I knew it was no use.

  He grunted from above, rocking into me with a perfectly slowed-down tempo, reminding me that though this started hot and heavy, it was still unlike every other time we had fucked. I hated to admit it, but it almost seemed like we were making love once we got past the initial hitch of excitement where he couldn’t wait to be buried to the hilt inside of me.

  And then it all came to a screeching halt as he held himself still inside of me, and for the shortest of moments, I thought he was coming until I opened my eyes in confusion. When I looked up to him, I found him looking at me lost in his own state of confusion as he held himself still.

  “Wh… what are you doing?” I stuttered and threw my hands to his back and then dropped them down to his taut, muscular ass, trying to force him to continue fucking me. “Why’d you stop?”

  “It’s just…” He breathed heavy and hard, trying to reclaim control over his breath. He swallowed a nervous lump in his throat and pursed his lips. “It’s just that I don’t want to hurt the baby.”

  “Seriously?” I grunted as I continued to apply pressure to his ass to force him to move. “You don’t have to worry about that.”

  I threw my head back against the pillow in frustration. Caleb was an intelligent, educated man, and yet somehow never got the memo that sex is actually good for the baby. “That’s not how this works. That’s not how any of this works. The baby will be fine, but I, however, might not be.”

  “What do you mean?” he questioned nervously with concern echoing from the back of his throat.

  “I mean that if you don’t man up and start fucking me real soon, then any chance I had at an orgasm is going to fade as fast—”

  “Wouldn’t want that.” He smirked as he chewed into his bottom lip and just like an athlete, he readied himself one more, swiveling on his hips and positioning himself to continue the game.

  And when he rocked into me, gently at first, I was immediately back in the zone. Inching closer and closer to orgasm as he rode his own silent wave of pleasure. I gripped onto him tighter and tighter with every thrust until I felt myself coming undone from within, and when it was all too much, my toes curled into the sheets and my mouth dropped open. I came hard around his cock, and all too soon, he too reached release, spilling his seed in the deepest parts of me.

  And he fought the aches in his muscles to remain fixed above me as his eyes continued to wage war with mine. In the aftermath of release, there was something there I had never seen before, though I couldn’t quite put my finger on what. All I know is that I felt wanted and…

  No, I thought to myself. I couldn’t let myself go down that road of thought. I forced myself to believe that this was just another mistake, but it was what it was. I also knew that after tonight, there w
as no way in hell I was going to be able to run from the feelings I had for him.

  Period. End of story. So yeah, it was probably a huge fucking mistake. Every single part of that night, from telling him the truth, to letting him back in. But I’ll be damned if I ever say it wasn’t an amazing night.

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Caleb

  I left Lindsay in bed, sleeping as peacefully as could be. She looked like a fucking goddamn angel tangled underneath a thin, satin sheet as I made my way out of the bedroom to start my day.

  But this wasn’t any other day. It was different because I felt like I woke up with a purpose. I woke up knowing that the day wasn’t going to be about me and I had more to do than to simply do my own morning routine.

  As I was finishing preparing breakfast, turning four eggs over in the skillet, my phone rang from the opposite counter. “Shit,” I groaned to myself as I rushed across the kitchen to scoop the phone off the counter. “It’s about damn time you picked up.”

  “Yeah, yeah,” Nathan said through the phone. “I was busy trying to save your ass.”

  “Speaking of saving my ass.” I propped myself against the counter. “I need you to do something for me, consider it a favor of sorts.”

  “I’m not sleeping with anyone to try and blackmail anyone, if that’s what you’re going to ask,” he said jokingly, but I briefly considered the idea that I wished it was that easy to make all my problems go away.

  “I just want you to start looking into things.”

  He sighed. “What do you think I’ve been doing? Resting on my ass while you’re getting closer and closer to ending up in the slammer?”

  “Of course not, but I think we’re onto something and I think Lindsay will be a great mole if she’s willing to help me to that extent.”

  “Well… is she?”

  “I don’t know,” I said lowly, my eyes trailing to the open door of my bedroom where she began to stir in bed. “I hate dragging her into this, but if she can help—”

  “Yeah, you don’t have to say anything. I get it. This is hard on all of us.”

  “Really?” I furrowed my brow in minor annoyance. “Is this hard for you?”

  “You know what I meant, Caleb.” Brief pause. “Nothing good is going to come from me wasting your time on the phone, and vice versa. I’ll see you later, and in the meantime, I’m going to take a close look at a few things.”

  “Before you go.” I stood up straight and positioned the phone against my other ear. “You’re my second favorite brother.” I grinned contemplatively. “I mean I know you’re not my actual brother, but you’re definitely more family than that other son of a bitch.”

  “I feel the love, and it’s the same with you. We’re going to fix this.”

  “Yeah… I hope so.” The phone beeped as another call tried to make its way through. “I have to go; the attorney is calling.”

  “Peace.”

  I looked down and switched the call over to my attorney. “Good morning,” I said before suddenly realizing I had left the eggs on the stove. I rushed back across the counter, flipped the burner off and pushed the skillet to the back burner. “Please tell me you have good news.”

  “That depends on how you define good news,” the lawyer, Jared Fiscal, said through the phone.

  “We’ve been friends since college, so don’t bullshit me. You know what’s good and what’s bad, and what’s somewhere in between.”

  “Right, good news first then. The IRS is setting up the hearing for two weeks from today. I’ll be there with you, and hopefully by then we’ll have gathered the necessary evidence to keep your ass out of jail.”

  “And the bad news?” I questioned inquisitively as I eyed the somewhat burnt eggs on the stove.

  “There’s no bad news. Only possible bad outcomes.”

  “Yeah…” I chuckled. “I really don’t need to be hearing about those right now, so let’s just keep things positive and say that we’re going to sort this shit out, and I have to sell someone down the river to keep my ass out of that gaudy orange suit, then that’s just what I’ll do.”

  “Please don’t joke about stuff like that. Client confidentiality only goes so far.”

  “I’m obviously joking, but I’ve got very important matters to attend to, so I’ll talk to you later. Thanks for checking up on me.” Without so much of as a second thought, I hung up the phone and dropped it onto the counter beside the stove. There’s no way I could have told him exactly what important matters where at hand, especially because it was something so trivial. I had burnt the damn eggs and I was determined to make things nice for Lindsay, so I decided to make a fresh batch.

  “Sounds like good news,” Lindsay said from behind me, and I have too much pride to admit that I was slightly scared. I spun around on my foot to face her as she threw her hands over her head and let out the softest, cutest damn yawn. “Those eggs are making me nauseous.”

  “Because I burnt them?”

  “Because they’re eggs and they’re making me want to throw up.” She glided slightly backward and dropped into a chair on my side of the dining table. “I’m so hungry though, I could eat a cow.”

  “Hmmm.” I pursed my lips and crossed my arms over my bare chest. “I’m not exactly sure where I could find one of those whole, but I could certainly try and make a few phone calls.”

  She glared at me with heavy, sleepy eyes. “I didn’t say I wanted the whole damn thing.”

  “Right.” I nodded and forced a smile. “So, the good news is that the meeting with the IRS is in exactly two weeks.”

  “Great,” she groaned and threw her head back. “That’s when my parent’s anniversary is.”

  “Shit, I’m sorry.” I shook my head and took a measured step towards her. “You’re going to that.”

  She let out a heavy sigh and scratched at the side of her head. “I can’t do that. This is so much more important.”

  “Maybe.” I nodded. “But honestly, there is nothing you can do in the court room.”

  “Nothing but support you,” she interjected softly. “And that’s something.”

  “Sorry, I’ve made up my mind.” I finally reached her and placed one hand on her shoulder gently. “You’re not missing this trip. You’ve been looking forward to it since forever, and it’s a big moment in your family’s life. You need a break from the stress of my bullshit.”

  “I…”

  “Nope.” I chewed into my bottom lip while interrupting her. “Like I said, I’ve already made up my mind.”

  “Fine.” She raised her gaze to me, her lips wrinkled somewhere between a nervous smile and a frown. “Thank you.”

  “No,” I shook my head, “thank you.”

  And I smiled at her for a moment more, not exactly knowing how to give her all the thanks she deserved for sticking by me when most people would have fled the scene of the crime. I had no problem letting her go on this trip even though I wished like hell that someone—anyone—would ever give something up for me.

  # # #

  We ate breakfast, though she was steadfast that the eggs went into the trash lest she be thrown into a frenzy of morning sickness. Instead, we just ate sausage links and toast. After breakfast, we showered separately before getting dressed and ready to go.

  We drove to work together, and I no longer cared if someone—anyone—saw us show up together. It was nobody’s business anyway. Once inside, we went our separate ways, each of us getting to work. And even though I had a million things to do, my mind was preoccupied mostly with her. Whatever was going to happen between the two of us was going to take time and effort.

  Previously, I wasn’t sure if it was worth all the hassle, but after the night we had had, I was finally sure that’s what I wanted. To make us—whatever that was going to be—work.

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Lindsay

  I had always flirted with the idea that I hated both Tara and Fred, but I found myself increasingly annoyed by the bot
h of them, even more suspicious too. As I went about my secret work in trying to uncover the truth about Caleb’s finances, Tara and Fred couldn’t help but to reveal that they were less than happy that I had been digging.

  As I was going through paper copies of documents—receipts I had scanned with my very eyes seemingly a thousand times—trying to find something that maybe I had missed before, they approached me from the side of my work cubicle.

  Fred draped one arm over the top of the cubicle while Tara stood faithfully by his side. “You do realize that this is a very busy time of the year for us, right?” Fred questioned in his trademarked power trip of a tone.

  I swiveled my chair in his direction and looked up at him. “Yeah, we’ve been working consistently overtime so I think I’m more than a little aware.”

  “And yet you’re wasting precious man hours going over something Tara and I are also going over…” It wasn’t a question, it was a statement. “We’re all trying our best, which means you need to try your best too, and that involves staying on task.”

  “You’re right.” I forced a smile, but the both of them knew it was forced. On the plus side, my resentment probably seemed inconsequential. After all, the long hours, demanding resources, and Caleb’s future looming like a dark cloud over the company was hitting everyone hard. Nobody was smiling anymore. “I’m sorry. I’ll work on this on my own time.”

  “Thank you,” Tara added, and I wanted nothing more than to choke her. Blame the hormones for that, or blame the fact that she was consistently a giant pain in my ass. “We really are doing everything we can, so trust us that if there’s something to find, we’re going to find it.”

  “I know.” I forced another smile, but it was taking all my energy to do so. “I’m going to go grab some coffee.”

  # # #

  I rushed away from the two of them as if my life depended on it. Why were they so hellbent on keeping me out of the loop? More and more it seemed like they had something to hide, but I knew that was perhaps irrational so I pushed away the thoughts as I stepped into the break room.