The CEO & I

All my fears about tomorrow are just fears. I’ll deal with them tomorrow. I am here right now next to Luke.

No matter what the future holds, I won’t let it ruin the present.

I close my eyes and listen to his heart beating as I fall back asleep.

When I wake again, Luke is walking out of my bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. Water glistens on his skin, and my chest aches at the sight of how handsome he looks.

“I could get used to waking up like this,” I comment.

Luke leans over the bed and kisses me. His skin is warm from the shower, and I breathe in the clean scent of him like a drug. I moan into his mouth.

He pulls away from me with a sigh. “No more of that, or we’ll never leave the room today.”

I stretch on the bed, letting the sheet slip down to reveal my breasts. “And what’s wrong with that?”

He grins and shakes his head. “You did that on purpose.”

I shoot him a sultry smile. “So what if I did? Are you going to come back over here and punish me?”

He groans at my words. It sounds like a low rumble in his chest, like the sound of distant thunder before a storm. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

“Why don’t you show me?” I ask.

His hands grip the edge of the towel, and it drops to the floor. He’s naked, and his cock hardens under my gaze.

I lick my lips. I’m fascinated to see the physical effect I have on him.

I roll over to the edge of the bed nearest to him. My hand reaches out to slide along his shaft, coaxing it fully to life. Then I grip his length and gently pull him toward me. The moment he’s close enough, I dip my head down and plunge him into my mouth.

I might not know what the future holds, but I know that at least for today, he’s all mine.

And now he knows it, too.

Chapter 15

Luke

I leave the suite with a spring in my step, feeling like the king of the fucking world. How can I not, after Jade’s surprise blow job? It was a hell of a way to start the day. Although, just waking up next to her was pretty great, too.

I don’t like sleeping with women. It sends the wrong message. Creates an illusion of closeness for them and fuels expectation. It bit of being cruel to be kind. I fuck them and send them on their way as soon as possible. Most of the time, I don’t even bring them back to my place. Hotel rooms are easier. If they don’t know where I live, then there’s no risk of them showing back up in my life unexpectedly. There’s no putting a price on peace of mind.

But I just can’t seem pull myself away from Jade’s body. Our rooms are separated by only a lounge so it’s not even like it would be any trouble to part ways. The first night, we were drunk off our asses, so that night doesn’t count, but last night…I was fucking stone-cold sober.

And we were in Jade’s bed as well. I could have slipped away to my own room at any point without it being weird. So, why didn’t I?

Jade continues to surprise me, and not just with morning blow jobs. I’ve broken two of my rules for her. I never fuck the women I work with, and I never sleep with women I fuck. But this is the second night of mind-blowing sex I’ve had with my assistant.

It doesn’t bother me that I’ve broken the rules for her, and the fact that it doesn’t bother me is a surprise, too. Jade is different somehow. She’s worth it. My mind wanders back to last night and the amazing sex we had. I can’t stop thinking about it. God, she is something else. She really knows what she’s doing. She comes off innocent, like she doesn’t have a clue, but the fact is she’s got a fantastic body, and she knows how to move it in just the right way to drive me out of my mind.

I freeze in the act of knotting my tie and stare at my own reflection.

Jesus, am I getting serious about this girl?

I frown. I mean, I feel like a brand new me, and when she isn’t around, I can’t stop thinking about her. And I cannot bear the idea of any other man even looking at her. Is this it? Is this love? Hell, I don’t even know how she really feels about me. Maybe I should take her out on a real date and explore how she feels about me.

I slip my wallet into my trouser pocket, and cross the lounge to knock on her suite door. Suddenly, the anticipation of what I’m about to ask her sweeps over my body. It’s an odd feeling. Clammy hands, shortness of breath. I feel nervous, which is another first for me. I never feel nervous when asking women out. It’s second nature to me. Like buttoning a shirt. What is wrong with me? Maybe, I’m coming down with something.