CEO’s Temptation

PROLOGUE

NATALIE

The loud music fills my head with high intensity, meeting the alcohol in my system and making my body move in perfect rhythm as I grind my ass against the man behind me.

My best friend, Kate, had invited me to the 60th birthday party of the CEO of the company she worked at, which was a semi-loud party happening on the company’s premises. .

Turning around and without looking at the face of my dance partner, I wrap my arms around his neck and tiptoe to whisper in his ears in my most flirtatious voice.

“Do you want to go to the bathroom?”

The theme of the night is to go wherever the alcohol leads me, and the alcohol wants me plastered against the wall by this gentleman and his expensive cologne.

Grabbing me by my waist, he pulls me into him. I can feel how hard he is against my pelvis.

“There’s one in my penthouse upstairs,” he replies.

Penthouse. I hope I heard him right. What kind of position does he hold in the company to have a penthouse right here?

I briefly take a peek at his face to be sure I’m not dancing with the CEO himself.

There’s only one person that has a penthouse in this company. Aaron Curry. The CEO’s heir.

I should stop now while I’m still capable of making the right decisions. Instead, I whisper back in his ear,

“Sounds like a good idea.”

Without delay, I gulp a half glass of champagne, drowning my last bit of conscience as he leads me into the building. The moment the elevator door closes, I pull him into me and welcome his warm lips with mine. The kids is rough. Ravishing. Tongues sweeping against each other in a war of lust. The taste of champagne still on his tongue. I dip my tongue in his mouth and he sucks on it, sending a sweet sensation between my legs.

The kiss breaks off when the elevator dings, but it’s only a matter of time before I jump into his arms and made him carry me into his penthouse.

Something about him tells me he’s shy. He’s slow, not in a sensual way, in the way of someone who doesn’t know what he’s doing. Could he be a virgin? I doubt. Although I expected more from someone whose waist was moving effortlessly against mine on the dance floor.

He gently drops me on his king sized bed and I reach for his buckle immediately, eager to see the length of the erection I’d been grinding on all night.

Catching a gasp in my throat at the sight of the length and girth of Aaron Curry, I wrap my mouth around his tip and he grips my shoulder hard. Mouth still on his c**k, I look up at him. He’s gazing down at me, stroking my chin with his other hand. I can’t see his face clearly because of the dim light which I’m genuinely grateful for.

I blow him slowly at first, bobbing my head up and down half of his length because my mouth couldn’t take it all in. My hands close around the remaining of him. I feel him growing harder with every simultaneous stroke of my tongue and hands. I pump the hard flesh, urging him closer.

His hand is at the back of my head even though he doesn’t control my movements. His moans are loud, just how I like it.

I pull away from him, licking my lips as I watch him catch his breath. Then I undress.

Spreading my legs in front of him, I order him forward with my index finger. Kneeling before me, he lifts my legs in the air and buried his head between my legs. His warm tongue sets off a blinding heat inside of me, exploring me. I almost lose myself in the stroking, licking, petting. f**k, he’s so good with his tongue. I can feel the wave of pleasure building up as his tongue encircles my drenched c**t.

“f**k!” I moan out loud as I climax.

I lay down for a minute, breathing heavily, thinking about what he would feel like inside of me while recovering from a good climax. And, he’s just standing there, clueless.

“Condom,” I whisper softly, still out of breath.

He sluggishly takes Pune out of his bedside drawer and I quickly fit it on him.

When he lays down on the bed, I climb on top of him, spreading my thighs and straddling him. My opening throbs for him. I glide myself slowly down his length until I have taken all of him. Then, I begin to ride him. Slowly at first, but that is just courtesy. I pick up the pace, guiding me into my most intimate place.

I gasp when he presses himself into me, filling me up. I almost can’t hold back. He’s so big and the hurt is so good.

He f***s me and I f**k him back, moving rhythmically against his thrusts. I quicken my pace and he matches it. Moaning. Surrendering to the sweet pleasure I give him. What turns me on more than his thrusts his moans.

Reaching for my breast, he flicks my n****e as I bounce on him. I throw my head back. If he continues doing that I’m going to c*m in seconds.

“I’m coming,” he moans and, as if that is a call to my second climax of the night, my body shudders, driving me to a heated edge as I came just in time with him. The first time a man would ever make me c*m. This wasn’t a bad decision after all.