All Chapters of Mr. CEO Wants Me: Chapter 61 - Chapter 65

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,

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

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