CEO impostor's

boss. My heart accelerates every time his eyes turn to me, especially when we are alone in his office. The first kiss happened six months ago, during a business trip, I slept with him that same night. Since then, we have been sneaking out during work hours and having hidden lunches. He was once in the newspaper and they called him the perfect bachelor. I have to agree. Many people saw a tall, blond, blue-eyed, billionaire CEO, with a firm hand, with a dirty look and thought: hot tycoon who needs to be tamed. Charles Whitmore is more than that, a successful businessman, a demanding boss and a devoted lover. —The day's reports, sir. — I leave the paperwork on the table in front of him. The office is in the heart of Los Angeles' commercial center, with a panoramic view of the city. Charles is so imposing with his well-cut beard and dark blue tailored suit, it suits the position he holds. Before I can pull away, he grabs my wrist, eyes moving away from the screen to look at me. - Stay. A single command and I completely tremble. I keep telling myself that I should end our relationship, it is immoral and against company policy. As a boss, it is your obligation to set an example, however, I remain there and after a brief wave, I walk to the door to lock it. I don't need to turn around to know I've been followed. I can feel his presence behind me, the heat of his body pressed against mine, trapping me between him and the wood. My chocolate-colored hair is swept away from my neck and the soft kiss on the back of my ear makes me melt inside. Having him next to me, whispering dirty things in my ear will never be enough. I always want more. — You drive me crazy, you know? There are two of us, he drives me crazy too. Charles Whitmore turns me around so he can take my mouth. A warmth forms in my chest every time I'm in his arms, maybe because each kiss feels like it's the last. There are days when I think I'm going to wake up and discover that everything was just a dream and that this man never gave a woman like me a second look. Big hands invade my hair and things intensify. I've always been a shy girl, I'd never given him a French kiss before, just pecks. Charles has a way of getting everything he wants from me. I cling to him and he pulls my dress up, leaving it bunched up around my waist. A possessive growl escapes his throat and he grabs me by the thighs, leading me back to the table. The papers I had just organized are thrown to the floor and I am placed on the cold marble, a counter to the heat coming from it. I have a collection of panties given to me by Charles, as mine keep disappearing into his pockets. That's how exposed I am, dripping with desire.