CEO’s REDEMPTION

“You still haven’t told me what surprise you are preparing for me.” I air my anxiety to Jerol as we settle into his car this bright morning of Friday, a bright smile noticeable between my ears.

It gives me so much euphoria to see this version of him. Happy and composed. He is no longer the “about to burst” bomb he was. He has changed a great deal, especially in the past one week.

He has resumed work and taking care of his company has now become his priority and life in general. I can see just how much work enthrals him. Now I feel like an idiot for laughing at him that day when he said work was his hobby. It indeed is. We leave the castle for the office early in the morning and return at night, and he still spends hours buried in his computer after.

All these times, I have not left his side. How can I when I am part of the board? There is nothing much I do, though. Actually, all I do is just sit beside him as he gives directions about his company. He never leaves me behind despite my chronic avowals that he is now okay to do things alone. Makes me wonder if he really needs me this much.

“If I tell you, it will no longer be a surprise, right?” He says, resting his arm around my shoulder.

“And you don’t need to surprise me, you know. I won’t refuse. Whatever it is you can just tell me.” I plead, turning to him as I fix his collar.

Funny how free we have become. He feels like an incredible friend to me. Or more…

“Whatever it is? Are you sure?” He asks, grabbing my chin carefully and forcing my face up, almost brushing his.

I cross my arms on his shoulder while his drops to my waist, and I feel those stickling sensations as he starts drawing circles on my belly, his eyes daringly staring into mine.

“You… are not planning anything naughty, are you?” I whisper on his lips as I drink in his sweet scent.

This cologne of his bleeds a rich allure of sin. It makes you want to close your eyes and just get lost in its odor. It makes you want to snuggle more and take more of it. It’s irresponsible and intoxicating.

“How naughty is your naughty?” I snap at his voice, and realize that I am parked on his lap, my arms encircling his neck.

Huh! I told you this scent of his is intoxicating. How on earth did I…

“Don’t!” He warns after noticing my struggle to flee from his lap.

He clasps his hand tight on my waist, claiming me for his body, and I am powerless to resist or do a thing. I let the warmth exuding from his body gash over me as I drink more of his intoxicant.

“So, how naughty is your description of naughty?” He repeats, his hand moving to my cheek, his thumb wandering to the tiny space accessible, and I can feel my face reddening.

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How naughty!?

Even this is naughty. Admiring him like this is so immoral. Him ogling me like this is still naughty, and perhaps this should serve as a warning to his surprise.

“I… I… I….” Well, seems like his charm is taking effect.

My brain and my mouth are drained. I am getting weak in his embrace. I am exploding in spades of fire yet I am basking in being gobbled by his fire like this.

He smirks, and I swallow hard, declining my hands from his neck. I try to act normal, but with my right hand slamming on top of his zipper, nothing can be normal again. I feel his small bulge twitch a little, his beast getting a kick out of my touch. I yank my hand away quickly, hoping he didn’t realize it, but it was too late. I mean, I guess, there is no way to avoid such a sensitive trigger. His smirk widens, and he looks away for a second, while I cower in his arms like a shy puppy.

Damn me! I should have watched where I was taking my hand. On his zipper, really? And now of all times? Ooh, hell!

Minutes pass. I am feigning fiddling with my fingers while in reality, that twitch of his bulge is playing in my mind. I am avoiding his eyes like a bullet shot at me, and he is taking the chance to drink in my features. I bet he has mentally made a good sketch of my countenance and modified it several times.

I almost leap when I feel his hand caressing the side of my neck. Thanks to his possessive stance on my waist, I only managed to twitch, closing my eyes.

“Why are you so quiet all of a sudden?” He finally breaks the silence, whispering in my ear, summoning my eyes to peel.

“Sorry for….”

For touching your tool? How am I supposed let that out of my mouth? I look away, trashing my apologies.

“You once said you never had a boyfriend. Was that true?” He queries.

I drag my gaze back to him.

“Yes.” I respond and look away.

“That means you have never had sex?”

My! Goodness! How awkward can this ever get? Why is he interested, huh?

“No.” I respond after scanning his eyes for a minute, and the shock I see on his face is just incredible.

He is now the one suffering from loss of words. Why? Don’t I look like a virgin? Or is it a crime to be a virgin at twenty?

“What?” I ask, snapping him from wherever he was lost in.

He shakes his head a few times, urging a smile before partying his lips.

“You are so…” He stops to just stare.

“I’m so… what? Say it! So..”

“Pure and sweet!” He cuts me off, taking my breath away.

I thought he was going to laugh at me for insinuating that I am a virgin. Why does he seem to be so moved and delighted about it?

He leans in, pulling me closer.

“You are so different in all aspects, Tessa! You are a perfected portrayal of beauty.” He murmurs to my ear, making me whimper as he licks the delicate flesh below my ear.

“Aah!”

Shit! I didn’t mean for that soft moan to escape my lips.

“You like that?” He asks.

“Ooh!” I moan in response as he plants another wet kiss on the side of my neck.

“I love your moans, baby.” He says, his hand sneaking to my boobs, giving each a painful hungry squeeze and this time, it’s not a soft moan that echoes at the back of this limo.

I cry out loud with a painful hail of pleasure, aching my chest to him, and my head falls back to allow him more access. My head slopes on his shoulder, my both hands buckling his on my chest, pleading with them to pour their sweet magic on my breasts again. I cross one leg over the other to suppress the throb of my pussy. My breathing is heavy and loud, and my eyes close to the pleasure as his hands go wild on my breasts.

I have never experienced this – this pleasure and desire, I didn’t know they existed. I want more. More of him and this pleasure, but then…

“Stop!” I whimper, and I curse myself for releasing that word as the pleasure is cut short.

I release a moan of disappointment. I don’t dare open my eyes because they will betray me. They will reveal how much I want what I am stopping. He will know how much I am craving this sin the moment he looks into me.

“We can’t, Jerol.” I say still with my eyes closed and my hands pinning his to my boobs.

How ironical! And I say I want him to stop? He must be smirking at me.

I peel my eyes, and jerk my head from his shoulder to see what style he is using to mock me. I meet his eyes. His bottomless pools are an inferno of raging fire. No sign of a smirk on his face. He is just cold – colder than I have ever seen him, and I find him so irresistible this way. My heart echoes with thrill.

“The contract?” He grunts, fixing his dangerous eyes on my weak ones.

I nod my head, wishing that we weren’t bound by that piece of paper. For the first time in four months with him, I wish there were no fucking rules in that damn shit of a contract.

“FORGET THE FUCKING CONTRACT! YOU. ARE. MY. WIFE!”

His words echo in all the corners of this limo. Before I can disseminate my confusion, I’m being jerked up by his strong arms, facing my back on him, parking my butt on his front. He doesn’t give me any chance to argue. It’s not like I have anything to say anyway. His savage pinches on my breasts are enough to drive me wild, and if there is anything coming out of my mouth, it’s countless moans giving prominence to the pleasure he is giving me and how much I am relishing this sin.