บททั้งหมดของ Addicted to the CEO: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

I was plain thrilled. My only job before going to jail had been at my dad’s minimarket. This was my first real job, and getting a promotion just out of my good work felt damn great.Steph wasn’t so thrilled, though. When I asked why, she shrugged and tried a smile.“Oh, never mind. I’m gonna have to reorganize my whole daily routine, ‘cause I had my days scheduled counting on you being out from eight to four.”“What the fuck’re you talking about?”She sat on my lap and put her arm around my shoulders. “I’m fine typing documents or researching while you’re around, or working out in the bedroom with your loud rock music. But if you’re working in the afternoon, you’re gonna work out in the morning, and I can’t have Bruce Springsteen thundering the place during my Zoom meetings. Not to mention having to wait until you leave to clean. Well, and dropping my jogging with the girls at the park in the afternoon.”I held her eyes, waiting for her giggle before clarifying she was kidding. Inste

I would’ve given anything for clocks to stop. Since they didn’t, when my shift was over, I went back to the restroom, waiting for the other techs to leave so nobody I knew would see me go to the upper floors. I couldn’t help the black hole of angry helplessness welling in my belly as I took the stairs in the corner. No matter what happened next at the third floor, it wouldn’t be good for me. And there was nothing I could do about it.The stiff lady behind the front desk seemed to remember me. The moment I walked out of the stairwell, she glanced at the masked guard a few steps away.“Conference room twelve,” she said to him, and forgot about me to turn to her computer.We walked past a couple of suits on the way down the hall. They were heading in the opposite direction, surely leaving for the day. The way they looked at me reflected how unusual my presence so close to the sanctum was.Just like the first time, the guard knocked, stuck his head in for a heartbeat and pulled the door o

The start pretty much bent me over. A chill ran down my spine when I looked down to find his face on my crotch. The son of a bitch was licking my tip through the cotton fabric of my briefs! While I tried to decide whether it was gross or enticing, my cock stirred like an old cat, suggesting that exciting was more accurate.He licked my shaft from base to head, his tongue pushing the tip of my cock to the side.“Who?” I heard him ask, going back to his rubbing.I gasped when his thumb brushed the back of my tip and shook my head with a stubborn frown.“Okay.”His tongue swirling around the head of my cock over the underwear made me shiver from head to toes. I shut my eyes. His hands circled my hips to grab my buttocks, both to grope them and to keep me in place, as my cock hardened against the wet fabric between it and his tongue. No wonder a minute later I was gasping and panting under my breath, on the way to a pretty decent boner, all things considered.And just like that he stopped

As to distract me, his other hand groped my butt some more, making me feel like a damn girl.“Unbutton your shirt.”My eyes opened to meet his in disbelief. “What?”He raised his eyebrows, like asking the reason of my surprise. “Unbutton your shirt.”As to convince me, he stroke my cock again slowly. I sighed, hating his guts, and started undoing the small buttons from my chest down.“Show me your nipples.”“No way!”He grasped my cock and brought his face so close to mine, I could feel his breath on my skin.“Beg your pardon?”“I hate you.”“I know. I love it.” A helpless groan came out of my mouth when he stroked my cock again, still staring straight into my eyes from way closer than I ever wanted to have another guy. “Now show me your nipples.”When he saw I was about to do it, his stroking turned gentler and he straightened up, restoring my broad three-inch personal space. The way his eyes moved over my pecs when I pulled my shirt open, adding to his other hand fondling my butt, o

It was seven-thirty when I left the Square. No vans waiting. None would come for at least another hour. I called an Uber and started the long walk to the nearest gates. My legs protested, still shaky, my thighs still like stones, my groin still oversensitive. What I pity. My head could use the stroll in the quiet evening, down the neat lanes lit by spherical lamps that radiated a warm golden glow every few feet. I thought the fresh air would help me clear my mind. I was wrong. It remained the muddled blank it was when Big Ellie left the room. Like the hormones overdose had drowned any ability to thinking straight. I was not only tired: I felt mentally drained.It’d been worse than I’d ever expected. Even worse than the first time, because the element of surprise had been taken out of the picture. I was fully aware of what would happen, and the ugly truth was that I’d enjoyed it. Once he’d gotten me started, my body had left my mind to deal with whatever troubled it and gave in gladly