One Night With The Possessive CEO

t flinch. She pressed her spine against the solid wood of the

a. He slowly unbuttoned his suit jacket, his dark eyes fixed on her li

she could barely form the words. "I just walked into the wrong ar

etween them in two long strides. He reached out, his thumb and f

ard away?" he asked, his

llic tang of blood. "I'm not a prostitute.

ently. His thumb dragged heavily acro

his tone, Jevon bent down a

nst his solid chest, absolute terror gripping her heart. She though

the lounge and dropped her o

" Jevon ordered, his voice leavin

ear. She rolled onto her stomach, bu

, she felt the zipper of her skirt b

gasped, trying t

the mattress. The heat from his skin burned through her thin blouse. She los

cap. A second later, a dollop of freez

er fingers grippi

precise strokes. The contrast between the freezing gel and the burning heat of his fingers sent

ayed frozen for three agonizing seconds, fighting a brutal internal war.

nto the en-suite bathroom. The sound of freezing

the building for her lunch break. She found Gigi si

no like a lifeline. She leaned across the table and whispere

dn't pressure you, did he?" Gigi scanned Bridget's face frantically. "Okay, crisis check ov

out of a nightmare with Jacob. I am not playing power games with a man

r a routine signature file to the top floor.

heavy double doors

ahogany desk, reviewing a financial

ced the file down. She kept her eyes fixed

files. And I wanted to say... I hope we can put yesterday and this morn

Montblanc pen in his hand. The temperature in the room seemed to drop

t, Jevon leaned back in his leather chair. A co

he said

know she was holding. She bowed her head sli

Jevon's face. His eyes burned with a dark, obsessive posse

high-intensity field project entirely to