Catching The Eye Of My CEO

The Shine Got Me!

I woke up in bed with the sun shining through the blinds, feeling refreshed. I looked at the phone on my nightstand, seeing it was still morning, I turned over in bed coming face to face with a hard, sculpted chest. I snuggled into it, loving the warmth of it.

My eyes popped open, whose f*****g chest is this!? I looked into the face of a peacefully sleeping Roman. Oh no no no no! I looked under the blankets and my worst fear had come true, we were both naked! Oh God, what have I done!?

I shot up in the bed, rushing to put clothes on to cover myself. I threw on the large hoodie and sweats I had on last night and ran into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. I sat on the side of my tub, trying to remember what happened last night.

8 Hours Earlier~

We sat down together to eat dinner and turned my flat screen on to Golden Girls. We laughed at literally every joke, knowing we had both heard them a million times over. Roman broke out that bottle of wine and poured us both a glass. I took a sip, mentally cringing at the bitter taste.

"I never can get used to why rich people drink this bitter stuff," I said placing the glass down.

"I thought women liked wine," Roman smirked at me.

"I do like some wine but this cab tastes like it's for depressed rich moms who day drink," I stuck my tongue out and he laughed at me.

I walked to my fridge and took a mason jar out of the side door and brought it to the table with two shot glasses. I poured myself and Roman one and handed the tiny glass to him.

"Drink that, it'll put hair on your chest," I said as I downed my shot.

"What on Earth is it?" he said looking at the jar questioningly.

"Homemade Apple Pie Moonshine, straight from my granddaddy's still," I said pouring another shot, making me feel homesick a little.

Roman downed it and began coughing as he pounded on his chest.

"Don't be a p***y, it's not that bad," I laughed at him.

"Actually...it has a sweet aftertaste to it," he said as he reached his glass towards me for another shot. I poured him one and watched him take another gulp. It must've went down smoother this time since he wasnt so dramatic.

"If you can stand to drink this with me, then outside of my family, you will be the first sir," I raised my shot to him and he clinked his glass with mine.

"Is that a challenge Miss Connor?" he raised his eyebrow at me.

"Bring it on, Mr. Song," I said in a challenging tone.

We took shot after shot, until we were both getting tipsy. I had made him eat one of the apples in the jar with me and that really got us buzzing. We laughed dramatically at Golden Girls and then he asked me a question I had never heard before.

He stood up, took the shirt off I gave him and extended his hand out towards me, "would you like to dance?"

I flinched, "I don't know how to dance Roman."

"Then I shall teach you," he said with a soul crushing smile.

He grabbed my hand and held me tightly to him, placing his other hand around my waist. He had managed to bluetooth his phone to my TV and a soft, classical song began to play from my speakers.

"Ah! This is Yiruma!" I exclaimed.

"You know it?" he asked surprised as we swayed to the music.

"Oh yes! River Flows Into You was one of the first songs I learned on piano. He is one of my favorite composers," I smiled as I listened, "Kiss From The Rain?"

"Very good Miss Connor, I am very impressed," he grinned as he held me tighter and began a foot pattern I wasn't familiar with. "You are doing well keeping up with me, my feet are still intact."

I rolled my eyes as I looked up at him, "I also played drumline in high school, I know how to move my feet. If I don't, I am a fast learner," I bragged.

"I wonder if you know how to do everything I have planned out in my mind," he murmured to himself.

"And just what other plans do you have scheming in that pretty head of yours Mr.

Song," I crooked my head to the side in curiousity.

"Something I have not had the courage to do until now..." he whispered as he stopped us at the climax of the song. I stared up at him as he bent his head down and placed his lips on mine.

My eyes widened in surprise, unable to think of what to do other than kiss him back in the moment. He pulled me closer to him and damn me for taking my bra off, but the feel of my bare breasts against his hard chest was bliss, even through the fleece of my hoodie.

He deepened our kiss and opened his mouth to lick my bottom lip, asking permission. I opened my lips slightly and his tongue gently glided with mine. We kissed like that for awhile, Roman led me to the couch for me to sit as he hovered over me. We separated, needing sweet oxygen.

I stared into his sapphire eyes while he stared into my emerald ones. He began to bend down to kiss me again but I pressed my hands to his chest, pushing him gently.

"I-I can't do this, you're my boss Roman. Do you know how awful that looks...." I whispered, moving my face away from him to give us some space.

He grabbed my chin with his forefinger and moved my face back to look at his sexy, smug face.

"You care too much what others think," he bent down to kiss me again and this time, I took control. I bit his bottom lip softly, and he parted his lips, allowing my tongue to dance with his.

He picked me up off the couch bridal style, and pushed the door open to my bedroom. God I hope it doesn't stink in here. He laid me on the bed gently and we seperated to stare into each other again. He grabbed the hem of my hoodie and pulled it off and over my head, leaving my breasts out and open to him. He reached to my hair and released it from the hair tie prison, letting my aqua colored waves falls down my bare back. He gently placed his hand behind my bottom to lift me, using his other hand to pull my sweats and panties down my legs and tossed them to the side of the room.

I grabbed my arm, feeling embarrassed by my sudden nudity as his eyes raked my body from top to bottom. I glanced at his eyes and saw the lustful gaze of a man claiming his prize. But I didn't care, this was the sexiest man I had ever laid my eyes on and if I could have him for just one night, it would be enough for me.

I reached to the hem of his sweatpants to return the favor, and pulled them with his boxers down his long legs. His hardened c**k sprang to attention and sweet Jesus was it magnificent. I looked up at him and bit my bottom lip as he claimed my mouth again, pushing me down onto my bed. He took one of my breasts in his hand and massaged it gently, flicking over the n****e with his thumb causing me to whimper in pleasure.

His tongue devoured my mouth as I felt his other hand trace small circles down my side, feeling the curves of my waist and hips. I placed my hands on his bare chest and began to mimic him, so he could feel what I could in the moment. I could feel his hand go lower and lower until it finally reached its destination. He lightly rubbed over the folds of my p***y, making me shiver in delight. I let out another whimper as he used his long fingers to open me and rub over my c**t.

He rubbed slowly, torturing me, so I aimed to do the same to him. I slowly touched around the base of his c**k, never actually touching it, making him flex his hips forward. I skimmed over the head, making small whispers of touches around it. He groaned in annoyance and decided he was going to pay me back. He spread my folds further, using the tip of his finger to rub at my entrance, causing me to get wet and ache.

I arched my back to flex my hips forward as he did me and he kept his position until l made the first move. I gripped his c**k and began a slow, rhythmic pump of my hand. He gave me what I wanted and slipped one finger into me, matching my pumps. I moaned softly and when I picked up my pace, so did he.

I decided to get a little wild with him and got on my knees in front of him. His breath hitched, knowing what I was about to do. I flicked my tongue around the head of his c**k before I took him in my mouth, slowly going down as far as I could without gagging on him. I began to suck with a little pressure and his head rolled back as he groaned deeply. His hand found it's way to my hair and he grabbed a fist full to pull slightly. I began a slow and steady pace up and down his shaft and his moans picked up. The deeper he moaned, the faster I went. They fueled me to please him more and before I knew it, he pulled my hair hard enough to pull me back from him as he came on me.

He stared down at me with lust filled eyes as he whispered, "I didn't want to make you uncomfortable with something."

I licked a drop of his come off my finger, "I do what I want, when I want Mr. Song, never forget that."

He growled deeply as he wrapped his arms around my hips and slammed my back into the wall of my bedroom, lifting me to wrap my legs around his shoulders. I watched him as he stared into me, my p***y was open to him and at his mercy and I felt a little subconscious, as most women do in this situation. He licked his lips before placed his tongue to my c**t, dancing his tongue around it in the most delicious way. I arched my back against the wall, a moaning mess as he worked wonders on my swollen c**t, causing me to get even more wet. He held me steady against the wall as he freed one if his hands to slip a finger inside me, pumping it into me as he devoured me.

My moans seemed to have had the same effect on him as his did me, because the louder I screamed, the faster he would go. Before I knew it, I felt the pressure build up in me like a firework soaring up towards the sky. And finally, my firework burst and I came hard as I moaned his name in ecstasy.

I panted and looked down at him, coming down from my s****l high as he gently lowered me to the bed and spread my legs, showing myself open to him again.

"Wh-Why do you look at me like that?" I asked embarrassed.

"Because you are absolutely beautiful, Ruby," he breathed as he position his erect again c**k at my entrance. I felt the swollen head of it spread me and pain and pleasure hit me all at once. With a quick thrust of his sharp hips, he pushed all the way to the hilt, and I grasped my sheets at the size of him. I could feel him spread me and he must have felt something to because he grabbed my hand in his and squeezed.

After a few moments, he began to thrust his hips, moving his c**k in and out of me. He was slow at first, but as my moaning grew in intensity, his thrusts became faster and harder. He bent down to gain better control as I spread my legs wider for him, causing him to go deeper into me. He came closer to me to whisper in my ear as he thrusted, "you are so tight Ruby."

I moaned, he didn't know dirty talk was a kink of mine, but he sure did now. He picked up his pace and kept whispering in my ear, "You like that? Naughty girl."

My eyes began to roll back into my skull as his deep voice and dirty words fueled me closer to orgasm.

"I will f**k that little p***y of yours until you can't walk anymore," he whispered and I wrapped my legs around him as I felt another climax coming.

He nipped at my ear lobe and his final words sent me over the edge, "come for me like a good girl."

I arched my back as I came, my walls clamping around him as I screamed, "Oh God Roman yes!"

He came shortly after I did, spilling his load into me. He dropped beside me on the bed, both of us covered in sweat and panting for breathe. He looked at me with a sexy grin and brought me close to cuddle with him. I did as he wanted and pulled the covers of my bed over us. I yawned as the s*x high and alcohol mixed together to make me extremely sleepy. Roman kissed my lips one final time before he whispered, "Sleep, my beautiful little jewel."

Too tired to protest that nickname, like I didn't have enough of those already, I closed my eyes and began to snore softly as I drifted to sleep in his arms.