Let's Play A Dirty Ass Game, Mr. CEO

Chapter 3: FUCKING CEO

LAURA

I couldn’t speak for a good minute. I just stared at him.

Those midnight blue eyes were even more captivating from up close. His broad shoulders and sharp jaw line were more overwhelming and intimidating than I had imagined. His hair sat very charming and distractingly sexy on his head in loose waves, falling over his forehead. My fingers itched to run through the golden strands.

He was simply breathtaking. And he was staring at me with a tiny grin, eyes alight with obvious wonder as they took me in.

"It’s you." His voice washed over me like warm coffee, settling between my legs. My skin tingled from his heated gaze.

I swallowed a lump down my throat, silently begging for the words to come. "A-Are you..."

"Yes, I am." He cocked his head sideways. "Come with me."

I flashed the front-desk lady an appreciative smile as I turned to leave. But she was obviously intensely caught in the webs of this man’s charm, ogling without caution.

"So, is everyone else here?" I asked as I stumbled after him.

"Everyone?" he asked as he led me up a short flight of stairs.

"Yeah. The other interns."

I didn’t give it much thought earlier, but now, as we glided through the posh floors and the tastefully furnished space, I wondered why a simple work dinner was happening in a place like this.

It felt too...private and expensive.

"Oh." He turned so fast I almost fell back down the flight of stairs. His arm shot out and curled around my waist.

My heartbeat picked a race as he pulled me flush against him, bringing me eye to eye with him. My toes curled in my shoes as those blue eyes dropped to my lips.

"How about we skip dinner and spend tonight by ourselves?"

My cheeks burned crimson once again, and I swallowed a lump and averted my gaze. "What could we do by ourselves?"

His long fingers pressed into my waist as he leaned even closer. "There’s a whole list of things I could do to you when we’re alone. Say the word, and I will."

Tiny little flames of heat burst across my skin as those blue eyes dipped to my lips again and ravished them hungrily. This man seemed like trouble. I could smell it on his minty breath, I could feel it in the burn of his fingers on my skin.

And for some reason, my body craved that trouble. It came alive at the prospect of tasting that trouble.

I was definitely still drunk on that cheap wine, because I bobbed my head in response. "Fine. Let’s do it."

A dark flame flickered in those eyes. "With all pleasure."

Then he turned and pulled me towards the elevator on the left. Where was he taking me to? I didn’t ask. I was too busy imagining everything that could happen...everything he could do to me, when we got by ourselves.

The elevator ride was silent and filled with tension. Until he turned and lasered me with his stare.

"I’ve been thinking of the right way to say this." His voice had dropped to a dangerous decibel that had me pressing my thighs together.

"What?" I croaked, feeling the space between us press in closer, get tighter and smaller. And hotter.

In response, he lifted his hand and reached for my face. The back of his fingers barely grazed my cheek, the act so electric I forgot to breathe for a moment.

"You’re beautiful. I can’t think of a perfect way to say it, but in my head, it’s much better."

Damn. No man ever said that to me. No man ever looked at me this way.

I felt a sudden, overwhelming urge to grab this man and kiss him until I was gasping for breath. Until the butterflies in my stomach disappeared and I woke up from this dream.

Not even Colin ever came close to making me feel this way.

"Thank you." Blushing so hard, I averted my gaze.

After a while, I cleared my throat. "How did you know I was here?"

"I watched you from the moment you alighted the cab. I’m here for you, after all."

I chuckled, shaking my head. "You have a way with words, don’t you?"

"Even a better way with my tongue and fingers."

He suddenly leaned in close and pressed his delicious weight against me. "Can I show you?"

Mesmerized, I watched him lift his fingers and gently press them against my lips. My breath grew heavy and hot in the tiny space between us. He rubbed his fingers back and forth on my bottom lip, slowly and intentionally, his gaze never leaving mine.

A simple nod was all I gave him, and he pushed those fingers into my mouth.

Heat burned between my legs, and my stomach fluttered.

Instinctively, my mouth closed around him, hugging those long fingers hungrily, and licking once.

The elevator dinged open just then, startling me.

I peeled my mouth off and backed a step away.

His eyes had grown so dark they were almost purplish. And good God, there was a massive bulge right on the front of his pants.

"Come on."

I stepped out after him, following him down a corridor that had only one room sitting right in the middle.

He unlocked the door with his thumbprint and got in, urging me to follow with a nod.

"Get comfortable." He gestured at the cream leather couch. "I’ll get you something to drink."

I watched as he walked away, hot and hungry. It was all that drinking I did early on. Nothing else.

When he returned, it was with a bottle of Chardonnay and two glasses.

"Ready to do this?" He handed me one glass and watched me over the rim of his as he drank.

"Do what?"

"Shag me."

I choked on the drink and he handed me a napkin with a smile. "T-Thank you." A moment later, I added, "why don’t we just sit and talk for a while?"

His eyes took on a serious expression as he set down his glass and pulled close to me. "We’re not here for that. And I know it’s not what you want."

I swallowed a lump, inching close to him and leaning down to breathe him in. The alcohol already worked magic in my body. For some reason, I couldn’t stop flirting with this man. "What do you think I want?"

He caught my wrist and pulled me flush against him. Then his lips came down on mine with a hunger that drove me wild.

Sweet Jesus.

I didn’t think a kiss like this existed. So hot and demanding and mind-splitting.

As his tongue pushed into my mouth and made an electric contact with mine, I couldn’t help the moan that pushed into his mouth and traveled down his throat.

This man deserved an award for knowing how to kiss so good it stole your breath away. I didn’t even know his name, yet, here I was, melting into his arms and sighing in pleasure.

My pussy throbbed between my legs, my inner thighs ran with scorching heat.

He pulled away, leaving me breathless. "Fuck, you taste so good. Now I want to taste you between your legs."

My clit clenched and unclenched in my panties, and the words came tumbling without warning. "Taste me, then."

Something snapped in his eyes, and he grabbed my waist and pushed me down on the couch. His palms immediately found my nipples, rolling them around and sending jolts of electricity coursing through my veins.

He grabbed the hem of my dress and pushed it up my thighs, and with a hunger so fierce it burned, he buried his face in my pussy.

I almost jerked off the couch as his hot mouth connected with my clit, french kissing me so good I almost cried.

"Fuck," he murmured against my pussy, over and over. "You taste divine..fucking magical."

He ate and ate, dipping his tongue into that wetness and dragging his teeth across it, sucking and pinching until I ground against him, desperately chasing a release. I got a grip of his head and pushed his face further into my pussy, wanting to drown him in there.

When I least expected it, lost in a cloud of ecstasy, he pulled away and almost ripped his zipper apart. "I can’t wait to be inside you," he panted, wild eyes caressing my face. "You’re so tight and wet and beautiful. I can’t wait to bury myself in that warm honeypot."

He only pushed his pants halfway before he reached for me again, nudging my thighs apart and stroking my clit with all five fingers.

"God.." I rasped, dizzy with pleasure as I stared at his enormous cock. He buried himself inside me before I got the chance to worry, giving me only an inch of his cock and driving me wild. A moan ripped past my gut as he pushed all the way in to the hilt and half collapsed atop me.

His eyes fluttered up and met mine, dark and slightly dilated. "God, you feel so good." He moved his hip in a slow circle, and my fingers crawled into his hair, my eyes rolling back in my head. "So warm and so tight." He pushed in deeper, his chest stroking my nipples. "Dripping for me."

His lazy strokes soon turned into a rough race, and I cried in pleasure everytime he rammed into me without mercy.

This was it. The life I never had with Colin.

And God, it felt so fucking good.

°°°°°

It was all I could think about the next day at work.

Even when the interns were gathered around for a brief meeting, I went along biting my lip and reminiscing the intense night with my fellow intern.

I looked around to spot him, but he was nowhere in sight. I hadn’t even seen him all day.

Could he be angry? I understood why he would be. Sneaking away after that intense night might not have been the mature way to go.

"Alright, gather around!" A firm voice suddenly cut through my thoughts. "The CEO is here."

"Finally," someone hissed behind me. "I was beginning to think he was never going to show his face, given the way he bailed out on the intern dinner."

My lips curled in a small smile at the fact that the CEO wasn’t the only one absent at the dinner.

I got lost in the electric memories again, until a loud applause cut in sharply.

"Tristan Pierce." A smooth baritone flowed into my ears. "CEO, Pierce Holdings."

My head shot up instantly, because that voice...it was too fresh in my ears.

When my eyes fell on the man on the podium room, and his blue eyes connected with mine, my knees buckled for the second time in a row.