All Chapters of Mr. CEO Wants Me: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Nick’s hands gripped my hips like he was afraid I’d slip away if he let go. My lips were still teasing down his chest, slow and tasting the salt of his skin as I worked my way lower. His breath hitched, and I could feel the tension coiling in him, the way he fought to keep control. But I was not there to let him stay composed. I wanted him squirming, just like he’d done to me.I glanced up at him, catching that dark, hungry look in his eyes, and flashed him a wicked little smile. “You’re not getting off that easy,” I murmured, my voice low and teasing as my fingers hooked into the waistband of his pants, tugging them down just enough to make him groan.I slid my hands up his thighs, nails grazing lightly, and felt him tense under my touch. My lips followed, brushing soft kisses along his skin, inching closer until he was practically trembling. “You’ve been so patient,” I purred, letting my breath fan over him, “but I think it’s time I reward you.” I took my time, savoring every sound

Brenda went quiet for a second, and I could picture her standing there in her new kitchen, her mouth probably open, her eyes wide as she processed what I’d just dumped on her. Then she let out a slow whistle, followed by a laugh that was half shock, half delight, and I heard her flop onto her own couch, the springs creaking under her weight.“Holy shit, girl, you did what with Nick? On the kitchen floor? And the counter? Damn, I need a minute to wrap my head around this because I knew you two had some sparks flying, but this is next-level wild,” she said, her voice bubbling with excitement as she shifted, probably tucking her legs up like she always did when she got into a good story. “Okay, first off, I’m proud of you for going for it—I mean, sucking his dick and letting him eat your pussy like that, that’s some bold shit, and it sounds like he was all over you too, which is hot as hell—but now you’re home and freaking out, and I get it, I totally do, because you’re always overthinki

Later that evening, I was standing in my apartment, smoothing down the little black dress I picked out. It was tight enough to show off my curves but not so much that I couldn’t breathe. When the doorbell rang, sharp and loud, making me jump as I checked myself in the mirror one last time, my hair falling in loose waves over my shoulders, my lipstick a bold red that felt like armor.I opened the door, and there was Nick, looking unfairly good in a dark blazer and slacks, his shirt open at the collar, his eyes sweeping over me like he couldn’t quite believe I was real.“You look… wow, you look stunning, Tracy, I knew you’d look good, but this is something else,” Nick said, stepping inside just enough to hand me a single rose he’d been holding, his fingers brushing mine.“Thank you,” I said, as I took it, the flower, the soft petals tickling my skin. “I hope you’re hungry because I’m taking you to Love Garden, it’s this little place downtown, quiet, romantic, with the best pasta you’ll

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

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