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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 : 2025-04-15Mr. CEO Wants Me 066
The office clock ticked past five, and I gathered my things and walked out of the building. The air outside was cool, and the sky was deep indigo as I stepped onto the sidewalk. I adjusted my scarf, the cool breeze brushing my cheeks. The day’s events kept replaying in my head, David’s teasing, Suzan’s awkward glances, Jordan’s icy silence. But they all faded as I spotted Nick’s car pulling up on the sidewalk.Nick leaned over, popping the passenger door open, his grin warm in the dim light. “Get in, gorgeous,” he said.I slid into the leather seat, the car smelling of his cologne and something faintly sweet, like citrus. “Fancy ride, boss,” I teased, buckling up.Nick chuckled, pulling into traffic. “Only the best for you, Tee.” His hand found my thigh, a gentle squeeze sending heat through me.The city lights blurred past, and I leaned back, watching him drive. His jaw was sharp in the glow of passing streetlights. His eyes were on the road, but his thumb was tracing slow circles on
Last Updated : 2025-04-17Mr. CEO Wants Me 067
The car was warm now, with the lingering scent of sex and Nick’s cologne. I tugged my panties back on, the fabric clinging to my still-sensitive pussy, and fumbled with my blouse, buttons half-done and my bra was askew beneath.Nick zipped his pants, shirt crumpled, and shot me a grin, eyes glinting with that hungry edge I knew too well. “Let me take you home,” he said, starting the engine, the soft purr vibrating through the seat.I leaned back, legs wobbly, a smirk playing on my lips. “Yeah, but you’d better have something stronger than that cheap whiskey you tried last time.”Nick laughed, his hand landing on my thigh, warm and possessive, fingers brushing the hem of my skirt. “Ouch, Tee. I’ve got the good stuff waiting, just for you.”The city lights streaked by, a blur of neon against the dark sky. My body felt heavy, sated but already tingling for more and my pussy pulsing faintly with every turn.I glanced at Nick, who was focused on the road with one hand on the wheel and the
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The office was more subdued now, the lunch hour ending with people filtering back to their workstations, their voices a gentle buzz over the sound of keyboard clicks. I sat back in my chair, gazing at my phone, Mom’s words concerning Dad’s health and the bills lingering in my thoughts. The cold coffee in front of me was all that had been moved, but I didn’t care.The sabotage of the mock-up was a distant storm compared to the pain of knowing my parents were struggling. I wished I could correct it all, send them money, make Dad recover, and take the burden off Mom, but I felt stretched taut, like I was keeping too many pieces together.Footsteps interrupted my thoughts and I glanced up to see David coming towards me, a frown replacing his usual grin. He held a tablet in his hands, tapping the edge of it with nervous fingers. “Tee, got a minute? I went back over the logs on that mock-up debacle and… it’s strange.” He sat down beside a chair, speaking in a whisper so that no one could ov
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I sat at my desk, the office noise receding to a distant buzz as I gazed at the tampered mock-up document in front of me. The incorrect numbers leered back at me, accusatorily silent, and my chest constricted with anger and confusion. Clara had suggested someone had done this deliberately, and I couldn’t help but see Jordan or Suzan as a suspect. Who would sabotage our effort? I massaged my temples and the morning coffee turned bitter in my gut.The marketing floor door swung open and there he was, tall and cutting a path through the hubbub, blue eyes scanning until catching mine. He strode over to where I sat, suit jacket over shoulder, tie still undone from the debrief. "Tee," Nick whispered, taking a chair beside me, steady voice but hinting with concern. "What is it? Clara gave me a quick rundown, but I want to hear the rest from you."I turned to him, fiddling with a pen in my hands. “Someone tampered with the Reid Corps prototype. The data's all incorrect, old data, not the new
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I woke to the soft patter of rain against my window, the gray light filtering through the blinds tossing gentle shades across my room. For a moment, I just lay there, wrapped in the warmth of my blankets, the quiet morning wrapping around me like a hug.Nick’s side of the bed was empty, the sheet where he’d been was cool and I reached out, my fingers brushing the spot where he’d slept. A small note resting on his pillow caught my attention. ‘Early meeting. Coffee’s on. Call me later, Tee. –N”. I picked it up, smiling as I thought of last night, the way he’d held me close after my sisters left, making me feel safe when the worries about Mom and Dad crept in.I sat up slowly, the hardwood floor cold under my feet as I slipped out of bed, still wearing Nick’s oversized T-shirt that hung past my knees. The smell of fresh coffee pulled me toward the kitchen and when I got there, I poured a mug, the steam rising in little curls as I leaned against the counter.The taste was strong and bitte
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Later that afternoon, I unlocked my apartment door, Nick trailing behind with a bag of groceries we’d grabbed on the way. Emma and Ella were already inside, sprawled on my couch, my laptop open on the coffee table, papers scattered everywhere.Their identical faces, hazel eyes, and dark hair like mine, lit up as I walked in, but I caught the tension in their postures like they’d been arguing.“Hey, big sis!” Emma called, jumping up to hug me, her hoodie smelling faintly of her favorite vanilla perfume. “Thanks for the laptop.”Ella stayed seated, her arms crossed, her voice quieter. “Yeah, we are grateful.” She glanced at Nick, curious but guarded. “Hello, Mr. Nick. Tracy talks about you nonstop.”Nick chuckled, setting the groceries on the counter, his charm on full blast. “All good things, I hope. I’m Nick White, nice to meet you both.” He extended a hand, and Emma shook it eagerly, while Ella gave a small wave, still sizing him up.I raised an eyebrow, kicking off my shoes. “What’s
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The café on 5th was a cozy spot, all exposed brick and mismatched chairs, the air thick with the smell of bacon and fresh coffee. Brenda waved us over from a corner table, her red sweater bright, her dark hair spilling over her shoulders. Jason sat beside her, his flannel sleeves rolled up, a plate of half-eaten pancakes in front of him, his broad frame filling the chair. His hazel eyes lit up as we approached, and he stood, offering Nick a firm handshake.“Nick, Tracy, good to see you guys,” Jason said, his voice warm, a faint drawl from his small-town roots. “Brenda’s been hyping this brunch all night.”Brenda laughed, pulling me into a quick hug, her perfume sweet. “Damn right, Jason. I need to make sure my Tracy is alright, and Nick’s gotta pass my boyfriend test.” She winked at Nick, who slid into the chair across from her, his arm brushing mine as I sat.“Am I under a test?” Nick declared, grinning and his hand resting on my thigh under the table, warm and grounding.I rolled my
Mr. CEO Wants Me 071
The conference room at Haven Enterprises buzzed with pre-meeting energy as everyone walked in and out. The projector hummed as Clara fiddled with the laptop, muttering about finicky cables.I was standing at the front, flipping through my notes. My blouse was tight, my skirt pressed, but my stomach churned with nerves and maybe a little too much of Nick’s strong coffee earlier this morning.The client pitch was a big deal, a chance to lock in a major contract, and as senior director, all eyes were on me to make it a success.Nick leaned against the table, his suit jacket off, tie loosened, going over his own notes. He caught my eye, his lips twitched, but he kept it professional, turning to Clara. “We good on the tech, Ms. Clara? Don’t want a repeat of last month’s projector fiasco.”Clara groaned, her curls bouncing as she plugged in another cable. “Yeah, yeah, it’s under control, boss. Unlike Torres, who’s probably still hungover from last night’s happy hour.” She grinned, tossing a
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The next morning, I woke to the smell of coffee and the soft clatter of dishes. Sunlight streamed through the blinds, warming the bed, and I stretched, my body sore in the best way. Nick’s side was empty, the sheets cool, and I smiled, knowing he was probably wrestling with that finicky coffee machine to keep his promise.I slipped into one of his T-shirts, the fabric soft and smelling faintly of him, and padded barefoot to the kitchen. Nick stood at the counter, shirtless, jeans slung low, pouring coffee into my favorite mug—the one with the chipped handle I’d claimed weeks ago. The dishwasher was running, clunking like it was on its deathbed, and I smirked, leaning against the doorway.“Morning, chef,” I said, my voice still sleepy.Nick turned, grinning, his hair tousled, eyes bright. “Morning, sleepyhead. And don’t fuss about the coffee. It's ready, black like you like it.” He handed me the mug, his fingers brushing mine, sparking a low hum in my body. “How did you sleep?”“Like a
Mr. CEO Wants Me 069
We crossed the living room, the city lights twinkling through the windows, and I glanced at the couch, remembering how we’d tangled there last weekend, his hands everywhere on my body. My pussy throbbed at the thought, but I pushed it down, focusing on the moment. His apartment felt like home now, my throw blanket was on the couch, my favorite mug was in the cabinet, and even my shampoo was in his bathroom. It was ours, in a way, and that thought made my heart tight with something deeper than lust.In the hallway, the flickering light shone faintly, and I nudged him. “See? Told you it’s still broken. You’re gonna regret it when I face-plant one of these days.”Nick sighed, pulling me past it. “Alright, alright, I’ll call the electrician tomorrow. Are you happy now?”“I'm thrilled,” I said, sarcasm dripping, but I squeezed his hand, loving how he let me nag and how he listened even when he pretended not to.The bathroom door swung open, and the familiar marble and glass greeted us, the
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The kitchen was a mess of taco crumbs on the counter, a smear of spicy mayo on the island, and the faint smell of grilled chicken lingering in the air. I wiped my hands on a dish towel, the bourbon’s warmth still whizzing in my veins, and leaned back against the counter, watching Nick stack our plates in the sink. His shirt was untucked, his sleeves rolled up, and his hair was still a little wild from my fingers earlier in the car. God, he looked good, all relaxed and domestic, like this was our routine—and it kind of was.“Those tacos were a solid eight out of ten,” I said, crossing my arms, my skirt shifting slightly as I hopped back onto the counter, legs dangling. “But you’re still not topping my mom’s recipe. She’d school you.”Nick snorted, turning on the faucet, the water hissing as he rinsed a plate. “Your mom’s tacos? I’m calling bullshit, Tee. You just don’t wanna admit I’m a culinary god.” He flashed me a grin, his blue eyes catching the kitchen lights, and I felt that fami
