Page 58 of Texting the CEO's Obsession
Everything about him isthrilling. He’s hot as sin, predatorily obsessed with me, and while the power imbalance of him being my boss is kind of terrifying, it’s also unbearably sexy.
Regardless of how sexy it is, though, heismy boss, and Idohave work to do.
I pat at my cheeks in a paltry attempt to beat back the blush on my face as I settle into my desk chair. The spreadsheets from today’s meeting need to be edited to conform with the changes we’re making, and I need to check in with the marketing team to make sure all the bases are covered.
Before I have a chance to do more than scan over the documents to refamiliarize myself, the conference room door slams loud enough that I can hear it from all the way down the hall.
The angry clip of high heels sounds shortly after, and I snicker under my breath.
Nick must have pissed Sloane offroyally.
The thought of him laying into her about something with the taste of my pussy lingering on his tongue is more thrilling than I expected. I’ve never been all that possessive in the past, but something about Nick gets me worked up in every way imaginable.
I focus back on my work with a little more enthusiasm than usual, bolstered by the knowledge that I don’t have to deal with Sloane at all anymore. She hardly even glanced at me when she walked into the conference room, and the dirty look she tossed my way was brief and easily ignorable. If I’d known telling Nick about Sloane’s treatment would have gotten me away from her tyrannical reign, I’d have said something ages ago.
Just as I make it halfway through the first document I need to edit, my phone buzzes on the edge of my desk.
The notification comes in three short bursts, a pattern I set specifically for Nick’s texts.
Nick: You left something behind with the files that you might want to come get, Princess. Although I’m definitely enjoying the literature ;)
My brows furrow in confusion as I glance at the photo beneath his texts. What’s he talking about? All I left behind was the files.
I open the picture to get a better view, since the preview is cut off and shows little more than the tips of his shoes. As soon as I do, my eyes blow wide and panic rushes through my bloodstream like fire. I toss my phone down on my desk uncaringly and shove up from my chair, rushing toward the door.
He has myjournal.
I must have accidentally scooped it up along with the files, too flustered after almost being caught to pay attention.
I’m going todieof embarrassment.
I charge into his office without even bothering to knock, sucking in a deep breath to—I don’t know… apologize? Beg for mercy? Ask if he thinks it’s hot. Before I can get a single word out, he clicks his tongue at me.
The noise stops me in my tracks like I’m adog, and I blink in surprise at my own obedience.
“Lock the door, Miss Morgan,” he purrs, flipping a page without even glancing up at me.
I gulp as I take in the relaxed set of his shoulders and the smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he flits through the sordid details of my journal. He’s lounging behind his desk like a king on a throne, looking as smug as the cat that got the cream.
My gut flips when I realize how this is going to go.
With trembling fingers, I reach behind myself. The click of the lock echoes through the silent room like a gunshot. My breathing picks up when steely blue eyes flick up from the journal to meet mine.
Nick’s focus is like a physical touch, heavy and hot and pulling me in like gravity.
He pats his thigh wordlessly, arching a brow at me.
My heart pounds as I cross the room, slowly rounding his desk to stand in front of him. Our little tryst in the conference room earlier was exhilarating, but this feels totally different.
Walking up to him,knowinghe’s going to take me apart, I’m surprised I don’t faint from how lightheaded it makes me.
He glances impatiently at his lap when I hesitate, and I take a seat on his thigh before the unspoken command even fully registers.
There’s just something about him that my subconscious can’t say no to.
It’s like he controls me more thanIdo.
Hot breath fans out along the back of my neck as Nick chuckles and yanks me closer, shifting until my back is pressed to his chest. He tucks his chin over my shoulder and rolls his hips up against my ass in a slow, leisurely grind, ensuring I feel everyinch of his hard cock as he taps his finger against the page of my journal.
