Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 61657 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61657 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
But the CEO didn’t even bat an eye.
“Everything’s fine,” he said smoothly, reaching to straighten one curl that had haphazardly landed over my shoulder. “No worries, we’re good.”
And with a knowing look, Andre departed.
“Oh my god,” I gasped, turning to face my lover. “We didn’t.”
But Theo’s grin made a reappearance, flashing white and charismatic.
“Yes we did sweetheart. We absolutely did. And you know what? I want more.”
And with that, I was spun around again, the dress flipped over my backside just as we’d been two seconds ago.
“Theo!” I panted, pushed down on the tabletop in a prone position. “Oh, unnnh!”
Because evidently the CEO wasn’t done. His cock thrust thick, smooth and hard into my back hole once more, and it was so good. I groaned, pressing my cheek against the hard glass as I was taken from behind.
“You like it, don’t you, little girl?” he panted behind me. “You like this in your bottom.”
And the only thing I could do was nod wordlessly because I was a new Mia now. I was no longer a frumpy, geeky girl who hid behind a mess of brown hair. Instead, there was a new female, a sassy woman of the world who dated CEOs and did naughty things in boardrooms like accepting cock into her behind. And the worst part? I loved every single second of being a bad girl…with Mr. White leading the way.
8
Theo
Three months later.
When I woke in the morning, Mia was the first thing on my mind. Sometimes she was the only thing on my mind, frankly, what with that curvy figure driving me nuts every which way until Sunday.
Mia had been a great addition to the Pictogram community. She, Eunice, and Sophie started a Women’s Initiative to provide networking, leadership, and community outreach efforts to women in the tech community and yet, even with this extra curricular type stuff, Mia was still rocking it at Pictogram and at school.
Her work ethic was unstoppable, reminding me of myself because in the beginning, I had to bootstrap myself up from nothing. There was no one on my side, no HR department, no billing department, no CTO, CFO, COO, or any type of C-anything. It was just me, Theo White, a young man with a dream.
So to see Mia now working like a demon was arousing, frankly. Most women I knew liked to laze around and get their nails done, but not my Mia. Not my beautiful girl who invaded my days, not to mention my nights.
We didn’t see each other non-stop. Not when she was in school full-time, trying to get a computer science degree, but the days she was in the office were hours that I looked forward to. Shit, that first time, we’d had sex twice on premises, once in my suite and once in the wardrobe changing room, whatever they called that place.
What was happening to me? Work had always been my priority. It was my baby, my obsession, my everything. And yet, I’d spent so much time thinking about Mia, touching her curves and stroking that plump body to make her cry out just the way I liked.
So yeah, this was kind of out of control. Had the Iron Man finally lost it? Had the ruthless, emotionless CEO become a pile of pudding, mooning over his smartest employee? My emotions and feelings had never gotten the best of me before. I was like a helpless, weak kitten, mewling for milk; that’s how far I’d fallen.
And yet, it wasn’t bad. In fact, it felt really good. The sense of awareness when she was in the room. The feel of those heavenly curves. The electricity that shot between us, our mind-meld complete.
Was this what love was?
If it was, then sign me up because the vulnerability was strange, yes, but it was also different. She was changing me in ways that were completely unexpected. In all of my relationships, this was right about the time I would get bored and ditch some female or another. In the past, my interest could only be held for so long, usually a few weeks max.
And yet with Mia, a couple months had passed since I’d met her, but I wasn’t getting bored. In fact, I felt like I was in some type of vortex, unable to control my feelings or my rising need to see more of Mia all the time.
I wasn’t used to these churning emotions, and honestly, it was agonizing. This wasn’t the usual Theo White, but what could I do? Mia had me wound around her little finger, and that was that.
But there was a dark side to this too because for the first time in my life, insecurity crept into my heart. Although it sounds impossible, the thought definitely crossed my mind: what if Mia didn’t feel the same way? What if her feelings were just blah? What if she was in it for just the sex?