Bred By the CEO

“You don’t have to buy my love, Darius.”

“I want you to have the very best. Always.”

Darius drew her closer to him, and she closed her eyes, loving the feel of him enveloping her. The box fell to the side. She felt the hard ridge of his cock against her stomach. Even though he’d made love to her that very morning and she was a little sore, she still wanted him again. She didn’t know how it was possible for her to be so insatiable, but it was like she couldn’t contain this desperate need for him.

He slammed his lips down on hers, and she kissed him back, feeling her stomach tighten. Everything faded away, and all that remained was this moment with Darius.

It soon ended with a knock on the private door. This was a far cry from the curtain across a cubby hole at the other places she shopped.

Darius groaned. He pulled away, taking a seat after he picked up her bag. “Come in,” he said.

The assistant came in with several dresses on her arm. “I’m sorry it took so long. I’ve made selections that I think will look lovely on you.” She offered a smile.

Rose gave her one in return, but she was trying not to cringe. She was not in any position to try on any of the clothes, but Darius snapped his fingers. “Leave us.”

“Do you not want me to help?” the assistant asked.

“No, I can help her, thank you.”

Rose pressed her lips together as the woman glanced at her then at Darius, probably forming so many different conclusions. She wasn’t exactly sure she liked any of them. When they were alone, she looked at Darius.

“Don’t you think you were a bit rude to her?” Rose asked.

“Probably, but then she wouldn’t have left us alone, and I don’t want prying eyes, or you hiding behind a curtain when you’re trying on clothes.” He settled back, and Rose couldn’t help but glance down at his crotch.

The bulge was evident, and she couldn’t help but smile. She had done that.

“You know, I have half a mind to make you take care of this,” he said, pointing downward.

“We’re in a public place, Mr. Blackwood. That wouldn’t be appropriate.”

“We’re in a private room, and if you walk over there and flick the lock on the door, no one will interrupt us.”

Rose glanced at the door. She shouldn’t do it. It was the last thing she should agree to.

This was wrong.

Her feet carried her over to the door, her pussy already throbbing with anticipation.

She flicked the lock into place, and just hearing it was enough to have her pulse racing. What had gotten into her? What was it about Darius that made her so … reckless?

“Good girl. Come here,” he said, patting his lap.

She loved it when he used his deep, commanding voice. As she moved toward him, Darius grabbed her hand and pulled her down to sit on his lap. He sank his fingers into her hair.

Rose pressed a palm against his chest, kissing him back. His other hand went to her hip, but he didn’t linger too long, slowly sliding it up until he cupped her tit. She gasped, breaking from the kiss, and released a moan.

She wore her work blouse, but the endless strip of buttons didn’t seem to bother Darius as he slid them open, one after the other. Staring down at his hands, she whimpered as he pushed the shirt open, the tips of his fingers stroking across her nipple.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked.

“No.”

“No?” He chuckled. He ran his finger across the top of her bra and then pushed the lacy cup aside. She cried out as he dipped his head, sucking her nipple into his mouth. It felt so damn good.

But there was something she wanted to do for him.

Pulling away from him was so hard, but she sank to her knees before him, running her hands up and down his thighs, not exactly sure what she was doing.

“Rose?” he asked.

Her gaze went to his dick as it pressed against the front of his pants. So hard. So long. So thick. Most men would kill to be so well endowed.

She licked her lips. “I want to taste you,” she said.

He groaned. “Baby, you have no idea how much I want those lips wrapped around my cock.”

Rose had never been so daring in her life, but when it came to Darius, she just couldn’t stop herself.

Sliding her hands up his strong, thick thighs, she reached for the button to his pants, but he put his hand on top of hers, stopping her.

She tilted her head to the side, wondering why he had stopped her. Did he not want this? Want them to be together? She knew it wasn’t the best kind of place to do this, but they were in private. The door was locked.