Seduced by the CEO (5 page)

He smiled at the sound of Kristin’s voice. “I’m at the
club about to leave and head in the opposite direction of your house. Can you
come by to get them?”

“Can you promise I won’t be forced to do something
against my will?”

He frowned. “I can always promise that.”

“Good. Last night you said the next time I came, you’d
fuck me. I’m not into that.”

He sighed. “I promise nothing will happen unless you
want it to.”

“Fine. I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”

He disconnected and stared at the far wall. He rarely
ever tried this hard to get a woman who wasn’t into the scene. Maybe with
Kristin, it was because he couldn’t take her words as her true belief. She’d
only speculated what it was about instead of actually knowing. He wanted her to
know, and then decide.

He made his way to the front and waited for her.

Not much later she arrived, dressed in the same outfit
he’d left her in which was jeans and a white button-down shirt. He couldn’t
help wondering if she’d put on panties.

“I see the rules now.” She pointed at the chart off to
the side. “I missed them last night.”

“Not very smart.” He glanced over to the bar and saw
his staff staring. “I told everyone last night that you were mine. Unless you
want questioning, you should probably act like it.”

“Oh? How does your woman act?”

He pulled her to him and leaned in, inches from her
lips. “Like she can’t get enough of my cock.”

His hand slid down her back and pressed her against
his crotch. Kristin gasped and he took the opportunity to kiss her. Her lips
were soft and warm. As his tongue delved between them, his cock pressed tighter
against his pants. How had he kept from kissing this woman for so long? He
pulled back and met her eyes then cupped her ass and lifted her slightly. The
action brushed his cock against her even more. She sucked in a breath.

“The papers are in my office.” The last thing he
wanted to do was work. Fucking her up against the wall sounded pretty damn good
at the moment. He’d gone from zero to sixty faster than a Lamborghini.

She nodded slowly and he let her go. The office seemed
so damn far away and he had an aching hard-on trapped inside leather pants. He craved
the release, was seconds away from demanding it.

Once they were locked in his office, Kristin took a
seat in front of his desk and waited while he got the files for her.

“Quit fidgeting,” he said, unlocking the filing
cabinet.

“What was that back there?” She pointed a thumb over
her shoulder.

“Show.”

“It sure didn’t
feel
like a show.”

He pulled out a file. “What did it feel like?”

“Real. Very, very real.” She paused and met his eyes.
“You promised.”

“I promised no one would force you to do anything you
don’t want to do.” He reached down to adjust himself, though it didn’t help
matters much. “Here is the file.”

She took it and he stood. “I guess I should go.”

He watched her stand and noticed her discomfort. “I
figured you would have put on panties after I left.”

“What?”

“You’re uncomfortable because you’re wet. If I had to
guess, the seam of your jeans is brushing your clit, driving you higher with
each move, yet not quite reaching what you want to achieve. I can give you what
you need right now, if you want me to.”

Her breaths accelerated. “What do I need?”

“Sweet release.”

She panted. “I’m not having sex with you.”

“You don’t have to.” He came toward her, staring
directly into her eyes.

He watched her debate what he’d stopped short of
saying, then shake her head. “No.”

He backed her against his desk. “Yes.”

He cupped her cheeks and kissed her. “I’m sure you can
do it on your own, but let me take care of you.”

His mouth went to her neck and he felt her fingernails
digging into his back. “Thank you,” he said and worked fast on the buttons of
her jeans then tugged them down enough to get his hand between her legs.

“For what?” she asked between breaths.

Her pussy was sopping wet, slicking his fingers with
the first stroke. “For saying yes, in your own way.” He brushed her clit with
his thumb, giving her just enough to push her over that blissful edge. She came
hard around his fingers, clenching him tight within her body. Kristin held on
to him, burying her face against his neck. He didn’t want to stop with a single
orgasm. He wanted to take her to his house and fuck her into oblivion.

He held her until she pulled away, to which he
reluctantly withdrew his hand. He watched as she pulled her pants up. One
wasn’t enough for her. He could see it in her eyes.

“You’re not done, baby.”

“Yes I am. You said you wouldn’t force me. I don’t … want
… this.”

“Want what? To feel good? To let someone else make you
feel good for a while? What do you not want?”

“The expectation.” She grabbed the folder. “I was
married to a prick long enough to know all about expectations. I will not go
back to that life.”

“Expectations about what? Sex?”

She opened the door to the office and walked out.
“Everything.”

He stared after her overwhelmed by her emotions. One
moment she was hot as fire beneath his fingers and the next she pushed him
away. Most of the women he slept with wanted what he gave them so for her to
resist him, even though she wanted him, was new. Micah sighed. Women were
complicated creatures, but he’d figure Kristin out. And when he did, all bets
were off.

****

Kristin sank into a bubble bath and closed her eyes.
The weekend hadn’t gone anything like she’d planned. She should have never gone
to that club with Jamie. She should have never gone back to get the financial
reports. She opened her eyes and lifted the wine glass off the side of the tub.
Smokey Robinson crooned on the radio in her room. She’d set the scene to help
her relax but her mind continued to roam to her boss. She couldn’t stop
thinking about how much she’d liked his fingers buried deep inside her pussy.

She tipped her wine glass back and downed the cool
liquid. The way she left things was pretty shitty on her part. He’d been right
when he said she needed more. All she could think about was having him push her
back against that desk and fill her with his thick cock. Kristin sighed. What
was wrong with her? She didn’t do stuff like that with anyone, much less her
boss. It was inappropriate and irresponsible. Thinking about him like that and
going that far with him was not a good idea.

She sat the glass on the tub and sat up. He would be
leaving tomorrow for a week-long trip to Japan. At least she wouldn’t have to
worry about seeing him at the office. Maybe she could actually get some work
done. She sighed, doubting it. He locked his office when he left. The files
were in his office, minus the ones he’d brought to her house. She couldn’t
possibly finish auditing the files if she didn’t have them all laid out before
her.

She rubbed her forehead and gave up on the relaxing
bath. Her headache wasn’t going anywhere and it was thanks to her boss. She
pushed the drain and climbed out, grabbing a soft blue towel from the towel
rack. The telephone rang and she rushed to the side of the bed to answer it.

“You left before I could give you the key to my
office. I’ll be by in a few to drop it off.”

He hung up and Kristin groaned in frustration. Why did
he think he could come over whenever he wanted? The doorbell rang and she
scoffed in annoyance. She grabbed her robe and thrust her arms inside before
tossing the towel to the side. Huffing, she made her way to the front of the
house and opened the door.

“I thought you didn’t have time to stop by.”

“I don’t.” He stepped inside, and pulled a key from
his key ring. “Here. Don’t lose it. Don’t lend it to anyone. And don’t let
anyone in my office, period. You are the only one allowed in there and you will
be responsible if something happens.”

“You act like you’re giving me the key to Fort Knox.”

“It should be treated with the same discretion.” He held
it out to her. “I mean it. Don’t let anything happen or your ass is mine.”

She rolled her eyes and took the key. “I won’t let
anything happen, aside from natural disasters, which I will not be held
responsible for.”

He smiled. “You never cease to amuse me.”

“You never cease to annoy me.” She sat the key in the
bowl by the door and arched an eyebrow at him. “Is there anything else?”

He pursed his lips and took in her attire. She
resisted the urge to squirm. “I like you in green silk.”

“Look, I’m not in the mood tonight. I have a headache
thanks to you.” He took a step toward her. “Don’t. I just … I don’t want to do
this…”

“Shh.” He reached for her head and started to gently
massage. “Close your eyes.”

She did, and the motion of his fingers felt amazing.
Kristin gripped his wrists and held on to him. His firm lips pressed against
her forehead. She opened her eyes slowly to find him staring intently at her.

“I can’t do this with you.” She pulled away. “Why did
you come here? Why can’t you just leave things alone?”

She found a ponytail holder on the end table and
pulled her hair back. He had to get up early. Why wasn’t he at home in his bed?

“Do you really want me to leave you alone?”

She pressed her fingers against her forehead. “What I
want is an aspirin and sleep.”

“That response doesn’t answer my question.”

She turned around to face him. “Why are you doing
this?”

“Because I want you to admit it.”

She cocked her head to the side. “You want me to admit
it?”

He stared at her while she teetered with what to say
next. Admit that she liked his touch? She swallowed hard. He already knew it.
She didn’t have to admit it. Or maybe he wanted her to admit she was interested
in his version of kink. She opened her mouth to comment, then refrained,
sliding her hand along her bare neck. The memory of him in that small office
was still fresh in her mind. He had kissed her neck slowly, his breathless
pants matching her own. He managed to slip his fingers inside her while
brushing her clit with his thumb. It was a little taste of how sex with him
would be. Fast. Hard. Intense. Kristin closed her eyes. She still ached for
him. Giving in to him would ease that ache, but could she really admit that she
wanted him to fuck her like that?
 
To
fuck her like he wanted? She glanced away, instead saying, “I’m not into
whatever goes on in your club.”

Her body disagreed with her, but that was not the
point. She knew she did a horrible job of convincing him. He had a knack for
reading her and the longer she thought about his hands on her, his cock in her,
the more she felt her resistance lessening.

“You don’t know what goes on at the club.” His voice
was low, almost distant. There was nothing about him that wasn’t ready to back
down. In some weird way, she didn’t want him to.

“I know but…” She chewed on her lower lip, keeping her
attention on anything but him. Maybe she could avoid him and he’d just drop it.

Instead, her attention jerked back to him when the
thump of his shoe hit the floor. She watched exasperated as he took off the
other. “What are you doing?”

“I’m going to fuck you.” He gripped his shirt from the
center of his back and pulled it over his head. “You are all slick and wet. I
can smell your arousal from here. A simple tug of your robe and you’ll be
naked. I’m not passing that up. Unless…”

“Unless what?” she barely got out.

Each hard muscle of his chest and stomach caught her
attention. She knew he had a nice body, had felt it beneath his crisp shirts.

“Unless you say no, and mean it, Kristin. Don’t play
with me.” He stared at her waiting for an answer. “I think you’re scared, which
is why you say no. I don’t know what the hell you were talking about with
expectations and your ex-husband. I honestly don’t care. What happens between
me and you has nothing to do with him. I don’t think you’re scared of me, but
of what you’re feeling when you’re with me. I can promise you, baby, it’s only
going to be mind-blowing—earth-shattering, even—if you stop saying no.”

He was a mouth-watering temptation that she wanted to
explore with her tongue. Kristin shook her head trying to get rid of the
thoughts flowing through her mind. Jamie was rubbing off on her.

“We’re going to go to your room, get in your bed, and
I’m going to make you scream my name until your throat is raw.” He narrowed his
gaze, pointedly staring at her. “Then I might let you come.”

“I’m not sleeping with you.”

“No, you’re not. What we will do requires no sleep.”
He turned and headed down the hallway leading to her room.

Kristin stared. Her pussy spasmed when he mentioned
making her scream. She felt a slick rush of moisture coat her thighs and closed
her eyes at the realization. She shouldn’t want him. She avoided relationships
for a reason, but in that moment, she couldn’t remember what the reason was.
The incident in his office flashed in her mind and she crossed her legs to keep
her reaction under control. Everything about the situation was wrong, yet
somehow, her legs found enough strength to carry her toward the bedroom.