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Mr. CEO Wants Me 058
We stumbled into The Velvet Haven, a sleek boutique hotel with dark walls and velvet curtains that swallowed the light, the lobby quiet except for the soft jazz playing somewhere distant, and we barely paused at the front desk as Nick booked us a suite, his arm around my waist, pulling me close until my hip pressed against his, his fingers flexing against my side while the clerk swiped his card with agonizing slowness.I pressed myself tighter against him, feeling the heat of his body radiating through his shirt, my lips brushing his ear as I tilted my head, my breath warm against his skin, and whispered, “Hurry up, because I’m soaking wet for you, my panties are drenched just thinking about you, and I need your cock inside me like yesterday, stretching me, fucking me until I can’t stand it.”My voice was a low purr, laced with desperation, and I nipped at his earlobe, tasting the salt of his skin, my hands sliding up his back, feeling the muscles shift as he leaned into me.Nick smir
Last Updated : 2025-04-05Mr. CEO Wants Me 059
The Monday after that wild night at The Velvet Haven, I walked into the office with a bounce in my step, my heels clicking against the shiny floor as I carried my coffee, the steam curling up from the lid, my mind still buzzing with the memory of Nick’s cock inside my pussy, his lips on mine, and the way he’d called me his girlfriend in that husky, possessive tone that sent shivers down my spine even now.I settled at my desk, the usual Monday chaos already brewing, phones trilling, printers whirring, someone’s chair squeaking across the room as they rolled it back, and I couldn’t help but smile, a small, secret thing that tugged at my lips as I opened my laptop, my fingers brushing the keys while I replayed the weekend in my head, feeling lighter than I had in months, maybe years.Clara, perched at the desk next to mine, noticed it first, her eyes narrowing as she spun her chair toward me, her coffee mug dangling from one hand as if she was gearing up to grill me. “Okay, hold up a se
Last Updated : 2025-04-07Mr. CEO Wants Me 060
Later in the day, the employees gathered in the conference room for a brief meeting with the CEO, the long table cluttered with laptops and coffee cups, the blinds half-open letting in slants of gray light as Nick stood at the front, flipping through slides about quarterly goals, his voice steady and commanding, his suit jacket off, sleeves rolled up to his elbows.I sat near the middle, scribbling notes, my pen scratching against the paper, but my eyes kept drifting to Nick, catching the way his shirt stretched across his shoulders, the memory of those arms lifting me against the hotel door making my thighs clench under the table.Nick glanced my way, just for a second, his gaze locking with mine, a knowing spark flashing there—warm and private, a silent reminder of our weekend—and I felt my breath hitch, my lips twitching into a tiny smile before I dropped my eyes to my notebook, heat creeping up my neck.“So, we’re pushing for a tighter timeline on the new app rollout, and I need e
Last Updated : 2025-04-07Mr. CEO Wants Me 061
After a long day dodging Clara, Kim, and Hannah’s nosy questions at the office, I got home around six, kicking off my heels by the door, the cool hardwood floor soothing my tired feet as I padded into my apartment. I tossed my bag on the couch, grabbed a basket of laundry from the bedroom, and hauled it to the tiny washer in the corner, the hum of the machine kicking on as I stuffed in a mix of blouses and jeans, the detergent’s clean scent filling the air. With that going, I flopped onto the couch, remote in hand, and flicked on a random rom-com—something light with cheesy lines and predictable kisses—letting the noise drown out the quiet while I stretched out, my legs draped over the armrest, my mind still half at work, half on Nick. The movie rolled on, the heroine tripping over her own feet to win back her man, and I smirked, grabbing a bowl of popcorn from the kitchen during a commercial break, the kernels crunching between my teeth as I settled back in. The washer beeped,
Last Updated : 2025-04-08Mr. CEO Wants Me 062
The morning sun shone bright over the city as I walked toward our company’s building. The glass windows sparkled, showing off the busy streets below. I felt a flutter in my chest, something different about today, though I didn’t know why. Maybe it was the cool air or the quick looks my coworkers shared as we met in the lobby.I stepped inside, and the usual hellos bounced around the office. But there was a buzz, a hint of something forthcoming. I heard bits of chatter about a meeting, and guesses about changes. My ears perked up, but I stayed cool, nodding at people as I passed.At precisely 10 AM, we were assembled in the expansive conference hall. The room buzzed with murmurs and speculation. Nick, our esteemed CEO, stood at the front of the conference room, flipping through slides as the employees sprawled around the long room.I sat near the middle, doodling in my notebook, my stomach fluttering because I’d heard whispers of raises but nothing solid until Nick dropped the surprise
Last Updated : 2025-04-09Mr. CEO Wants Me 063
Late Saturday afternoon, Nick and I were tangled on the couch in my apartment. My skirt rode up my thighs, his hands gripped my hips, and our breaths were coming in short gasps. It all began with a simple kiss after lunch, sandwiches still half-eaten on the coffee table, but it escalated quickly, his lips hungry on mine, my fingers yanking his shirt open. I straddled him, my panties shoved aside, his jeans unzipped just enough for his hard dick to push inside me, hot, deep. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he growled, thrusting up, his voice rough against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. I moaned, rocking against him, my nails digging into his shoulders, heat building fast as I whispered, “Don’t stop, Nick, I’m so close.” The couch creaked under us, cushions slipping, I lost myself in him, my body trembling, right on the edge. A loud knock at the door jolted me, my head snapped up, and my heart slammed as I froze mid-motion. Nick groaned, his grip tightened, and his voice came out
Last Updated : 2025-04-11Mr. CEO Wants Me 064
The evening air felt cool against my skin as Nick and I stepped out of his car, the neon sign of The Rusty Anchor buzzing above the bar’s entrance. I tugged my jacket tighter, my skirt swaying with each step and my hand tucked into Nick’s warm grip.Brenda’s call earlier had initiated this outing, Jason’s idea to hang out, and now here we were, ready for drinks and whatever the night threw at us.“You nervous?” Nick asked, his voice low, his thumb brushing my knuckles.I smirked, squeezing his hand. “Me? Nah, just excited to see all of us hanging out and having fun.” Nick chuckled, pulling me closer, his lips grazing my ear. “Good, 'cause I’m excited about tonight too.”We pushed through the door, the bar’s dim lights washing over us, the hum of chatter and clinking glasses filling the space.Brenda waved from a corner booth, her dark hair loose now, a red top hugging her curves, Jason was standing beside her, tall and broad, his flannel sleeves rolled up.“Over here, you two!” Brend
Last Updated : 2025-04-12Mr. CEO Wants Me 065
I booted up my laptop, the hum of the machine matching the nervous buzz in my chest. I could still remember last week’s meeting with my colleagues and how Suzan ratted me out, now everyone knew I’d been crushing on the boss or probably had an affair with him, and worse, Jordan knew I’d turned him down for Nick, his quiet demeanor was so obvious. I sipped my coffee, the bitter taste grounding me before I opened a report Nick had assigned me to review due to my new role as executive senior director. Footsteps shuffled nearby, and David’s voice broke through as he leaned over Torres’s desk, coffee mug swinging. “Yo, have you seen her yet? Bet she’s still bubbling from her new role,” he said, his eyes flicking my way. I froze, my fingers stalling on the keys, my face warming, praying he’d drop it. Torres chuckled, spinning his chair. “Man, she’s probably dreaming of Nick.” He winked at me. I bit my lip and fired a response. “Really funny, Torres. Maybe focus on your own work for onc
Last Updated : 2025-04-15
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The marketing floor was a hive of activity as I stepped out of the break room, the soda can cool in my hand, its fizz still bubbling against my nerves. The hum of printers and the clatter of keyboards filled the air, but my mind was locked on Torres’s revelation—Suzan accessing a backup file after Marcus’s login, her phone call.I wove through the cubicles, my cream slacks brushing softly, and headed toward my desk, ready to check the Reid Corps follow-up reports. But before I could sit, Mr. Lawrence’s voice cut through the noise, calling from the conference room doorway.“Ms. Bennett, a moment, please,” he said, his gray suit impeccable, his expression stern as always.Beside him stood Ms. Carver, a board member known for her piercing questions and zero patience for delays.My stomach tightened—board members didn’t drop by for casual chats.I nodded, setting my soda on my desk, and followed them into the conference room, the glass walls giving a clear view of the bustling floor.Clar
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The first rays of dawn crept through the blinds of Nick’s apartment, painting faint stripes across the hardwood floor where I stood, stretching my arms above my head. I’d stayed the night, the warmth of his bed and the memory of our closeness lingering, but sleep had been restless, I kept thinking about the workstation we planned to check tonight. I wore one of Nick’s T-shirts, the hem brushing my thighs as I padded to the window, the city waking below in a soft haze of light. My coffee mug steamed on the sill, and I sipped it, the bitterness grounding me as I braced for the day.Nick stirred behind me, his footsteps soft as he joined me, his arms slipping around my waist, his chin resting on my shoulder. “Morning, Tee,” he murmured, his voice rough with sleep, his breath warm against my neck. “You’re up early. Thinking about our mission?”I leaned into him, his solidity easing the knot in my chest. “Yeah. I keep replaying everything—Suzan’s email, Jordan’s attitude, that coffee shop.
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The late afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the park near Haven Enterprises, where I’d slipped away to clear my head after the archive room meeting. I sat on a wooden bench, the faint rustle of leaves and distant laughter of kids on a playground softening the edges of my thoughts.My phone rested in my lap, a text to Ella half-typed: “Coming this weekend with Nick. How’s Mom holding up?” The Suzan-Marcus email weighed on me, a knot of suspicion tightening with every new clue, but I needed a moment to breathe, to reconnect with family before diving back into the mystery. I hit send, watching a squirrel dart across the grass, and let the park’s calm settle over me.Ella’s reply came fast: “Mom’s stressed but hiding it. Dad’s being a stubborn mule. Nick’s coming? OMG!”I stood, brushing off my green dress, and headed toward the office to grab my bag. The park’s peace lingered, but Suzan’s guarded face and Jordan’s evasiveness crept back, sharpening my focus. Torres’s workstation logs wo
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The deli across from Haven Enterprises was a small haven of noise and warmth. Its checkered floor was scuffed from years of foot traffic, and the air was thick with the smell of pastrami and fresh bread. I pushed through the glass door, the bell jingling, and spotted Nick at a corner booth, his broad shoulders hunched over a menu, his tie loosened in that way that always made my pulse skip. The lunch crowd buzzed around us—office workers, delivery guys, a mom wrangling two kids—but as I slid into the booth across from him, the world narrowed to his blue eyes, steady and warm, locking onto mine.“Hey, Tee,” he said, his voice low, a smile tugging at his lips. “You look like you’ve been chasing ghosts all morning. Brew & Bean turn up anything?”I set my bag down, leaning back against the vinyl seat, the tension in my shoulders easing just a fraction. “Not much, but enough to keep me curious. The barista mentioned a regular—a guy in a hoodie, who works late in the back. Could be Marcus,
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The morning air was sharp as I stood outside Brew & Bean, the coffee shop Torres had pinpointed as the source of Marcus Reed’s off-site login. The neon sign flickered lazily above the door, the pink glow struggling against the hazy grey light of dawn. A steady stream of early risers bustled past, their conversations blending with the hum of traffic and the occasional whoosh of a passing bus. The scent of roasted beans drifted through the open window, rich and earthy, weaving into the cold breeze that tugged at my coat.I hadn’t slept much—maybe three hours at most—but adrenaline had kicked in the moment my alarm went off. I’d come early, before heading to Haven, hoping to catch something—anything—that might explain who had used the coffee shop’s public Wi-Fi to tamper with our mock-up files. A familiar face. A name dropped accidentally. Even a strange look exchanged across the counter. Something.My breath puffed visibly in the cool spring air, and I tightened my scarf, peering throug
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At noon, I saw Jordan’s familiar frame walking out of the break room, a lunch container in hand, heading toward the small garden terrace on the third floor. I grabbed my salad from the fridge and followed at a distance, giving him a few minutes before joining him.The terrace was quiet, the spring air crisp, with just enough sunlight breaking through the overcast sky to warm the concrete benches. Jordan was seated near the far end, scrolling through his phone and picking at a sandwich.“Hey,” I said, keeping my tone light as I sat across from him. “Mind if I join?”He looked up, a flash of surprise in his eyes before he nodded. “Sure. It’s your building, too.”I tried not to flinch at the sharpness in his tone. “Just wanted a bit of air. And maybe some company.”He shrugged but didn’t say no. I let the silence hang for a few beats as I stabbed my fork into the lettuce, trying to make it look casual.“Listen, about yesterday,” I said, watching his face carefully, “I didn’t mean to come
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The elevator doors slid open, and I stepped onto the marketing floor of Haven Enterprises, the familiar hum of printers and chatter greeting me. My heels clicked against the polished floor, and I adjusted the strap of my bag.David was at the coffee machine, wrestling with a jammed filter, his usual grin replaced by a scowl. “Morning, Tee,” he called, spotting me. “This thing’s out to ruin my day.”I laughed, setting my bag down at my desk. “Not unless it involves unplugging and praying. Rough start?”“You have no idea,” he said, finally yanking the filter free, coffee grounds scattering. “Torres kept me up late with his theories about that mock-up glitch. The guy is like a dog with a bone. Have you heard anything new?”I leaned against my cubicle, keeping my voice low. “Not yet. He’s supposed to update me and Nick today. Something about Marcus Reed’s login. You think it’s an inside job?”David wiped his hands on a napkin, his eyes narrowing. “Marcus was weird, always by himself, neve
Mr. CEO Wants Me 081
The city lights blurred past as Nick’s car wound through downtown, the hum of the engine a soft counterpoint to the quiet between us. I leaned against the window, my cheek cool against the glass, the buzz of the bar’s laughter and karaoke still echoing in my ears.The Reid Corps win felt like a triumph, but the weight of Jordan’s defensiveness and Marcus Reed’s ghost login clung to me, a puzzle I couldn’t solve tonight. Nick’s hand rested on my thigh, warm and steady, and I glanced at him, his profile sharp in the streetlights, his jaw relaxed but his eyes focused on the road.“You’re thinking too loud,” he said, his voice teasing but soft, breaking the silence. He squeezed my thigh gently, glancing my way. “Want to tell me what’s going on in that head of yours, Tee?”I smiled, shifting to face him, my hand covering his. “Just everything. The deal, Jordan, Marcus. I keep trying to connect the dots, but it’s like I’m missing half the picture. And then there’s Mom and Dad. I need to cal
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Torres stumbled back to the table, waving a hand dramatically. “Okay, okay. I murdered that song. Who’s next? Hannah? Clara? Tracy?”“Nope,” Clara said immediately, holding up her hands. “You’re on your own, Torres.”Hannah laughed. “I’ll go if Tracy goes with me. Duet?”I coughed into my drink. “Oh no. You’re not dragging me into your karaoke crimes.”“Oh come on!” Hannah whined playfully. “You can’t just sit there looking all mysterious and cute. We’re supposed to be bonding!”Everyone turned to look at me, faces full of encouragement. Even Nick gave me a side-eye smirk like he was daring me.I groaned. “Fine! But only one song.”The table erupted in cheers, and Hannah bounced up, grabbing my hand. “Let’s go before you change your mind!”Nick squeezed my knee under the table one more time, a silent good luck, and I followed Hannah reluctantly to the machine.“What are we even singing?” I hissed.Hannah grinned wickedly. “You’ll see.”I should’ve known better.A few seconds later, th
