CONTRACTED TO THE CEO

Long elegant fingers are running down every crevice of my sculpted physique; with the morning sun piercing through the window, I catch a glance of the blonde lying next to me. She is young, perhaps far too young for me, with curves so hot that you can melt butter on her skin. It is yet another morning, after yet another night of heavy drinking. I can honestly say that I truly do not remember bringing her home, not even to mention if she was worth the effort.

Do I dare even taking her again?

She turns her head to face me. Those deep cherry lips are so close to me that with only but one wink, I would claim those lips.

Then with absolute raw desire, I grab that damn peachy ass and pull every inch of her toned body into mine. I hear her gasp as she prepares to push me away, but as she leans into me, she catches a hint of my cologne and eases into me.

She kisses me gently and carefully, but it is not gentleness that I am after. I knot my fist in her hair, and as I pull her closer, she softly moans. Her arms circle my waist; as her skin lays hot and heavy against me, she is melting into my body.

After a few moments of silence, she kisses me again. It feels as if lightning strikes and the sky breaks open. She steals my breath away and gives it back.

My breath hitch and my body numbs. As she runs her delicate fingers down my spine, the sensations that I feel sends a flush of heat to my core. She makes me believe that touching me so deeply that she desires to be with me in more ways than just the craving that flesh brings. That she accepts that I am more than enough of what she needs.

Then I flip her over. I lock my hands around her wrists and pin them about her head. She squirms and tries to release herself from my firm grip, but I am far stronger. I can see it is driving her crazy, and it flames the desire to take her.

I lean in and kiss her, soft, slow; then I completely devour her. With my free hand, I start to explore her body. My god, she is firm but yet so soft. As I gently begin to caress her, she leans deeper into my touch. Her body is squirming as she quivers.

As I let go of her hands, she grabs my hair and yanks me closer, taking my lips for hers to taste.

Fuck I want her.

I can feel the rush of arousal build up in my core. Strong lust and simple desire take control of my body and mind.

For one brief moment, the words leave my lips in only but a soft whimper, "I want you."

Then my tongue trails down to her belly; I run it over her navel. Tasting every inch of her glorious body. Moving down toward the elastic of her panties.

She gasps as I move my fingers down her hot, burning skin. She runs her hands through my thick dark brown hair; I growl deep from my chest and whisper.

"I want you. I want to be inside of you."

I can barely finish my sentence, and her lips crash against mine. Her soft lips move against mine. Then she kisses me hard.

"Oh god," I moan into her mouth as her tongue grazes mine.

I lose myself completely in the kiss, in the moment. My tongue finds the sensitive parts below her ear. The moan that escapes her lips awakens an even greater longing for her body and soul. The touch of her skin against my tongue sends a fiery passion throughout my core. I cannot keep my self-control any longer. It's like a battle raging inside of me as she makes my body quiver.

Her hands unlock behind my neck, and they are moving all over. First down my shoulders, then down my chest, I can feel my heart pounding beneath my flesh. Her touch sends my blood racing as she moves further down to my waist. My body freezes, and for a moment, I stop breathing, and a growl escapes my lips.

And the very moment that it escapes my lips, I stop.

Fuck. What am I doing?

She slides her hands through my hair and knots her fingers in it; she slowly pulls me closer to her, so close that our lips almost touch. Her sweetness attacks every corner of my senses. Just thinking of letting myself get lost in her sends a pure ache of craving to my very much throbbing erection.

Her entire body quivers beneath me.

"Fuck, I want you."

She moans in my ear as her lips tremble, "Then take me."

I press her back even further on the bed. She lets out another shattering moan. Every time I kiss her deeply, she makes the most glorious sounds, delicious noises of pleasure as I continue to plunder her with my tongue.

Then I stop...yet again.

Fuck. What am I doing?

I never, and I say absolutely never do I have a woman twice, even less than twice in a row.

So as I slide off her body, highly aroused and beyond frustrated, I only but glance over my shoulders at her, "You know your way out."

I slowly make my way over to the shower, making agonizingly sure that she catches one last glimpse of me. With one rather satisfied yet still frustrated smirk on my face, I turn the water on before I step in. The water is running down my hair, all over my body. The droplets from the showerhead do nothing but accentuate my strong shoulders, glistening off my arms and trickle down my sculpted chest. I watch as it travels down over my rippled abs and further to my semi-erect length.

I grab a bath sponge and lather it with body wash. I rub it down over my chest...my shoulders...my neck. I slide it over every inch of my toned body. I close my eyes and rinse the shampoo from my hair. Every second, every minute, my body is still raging. I can feel the tension build up; my semi-erect length is now full and throbbing. A throbbing I would love to conquer with.

Once I am done, I wrap a towel around me and head back to my room to get dressed. I slide my toned legs into black designer pants, a dark button-up shirt. In precisely twenty minutes, I flip my suit jacket over my shoulder and make my way downstairs.

As I reach the bottom of the steps, my driver, Sam, only but smiles at me, "The girl ran out of here so fast; what on earth did you do with the poor thing?"

I only but shrug my shoulders, "She must have expected something more." With one burst of laughter, I reach for the coffee that he is handing me, "I guess the poor girl has never seen...well let us just say that I ain't small."

Sam shakes his head at me in complete amusement, "You are going to meet that girl that will sweep you off your feet, then I will be the one standing here laughing."

With one wave of the hand, I point at my watch and make my way towards the door, "We are late; I have an interview this morning."

As I sit in the back seat while Sam is navigating his way into town towards my building, I cannot get rid of this nagging irritation that still has the heat consuming my skin. It was so close, and I would have broken all the rules with the perky blonde; why blonde? I do not know, for I do truly not take them as preference.

Yet, back to pushing the limits, I have set them firm, and they are not meant to be broken. The first and most important of them all, do not get attached. Then if you find yourself in a situation where there is a need to exchange numbers, you just firmly turn around and walk away. But the last and one rather crucial one, never set your foot in their home, and when they find themselves in yours, well, honey, it is in and then out.

And with that said, we drive into the underground parking; this is where everything disappears; my mind never occupies itself with any woman while I find myself here, running my empire. There is no place for a woman here, so for now, this beast must take his leave and wait until we venture out when evening comes around.

As I get into the elevator, while pressing floor fifty-two, I check my tie in the mirror, smooth my hands through my air and give myself one rather overconfident smile. Then as I step out into the reception area, I am met with the scent of lily and vanilla that attacks my senses.

Immediately my eyes go in search of the bearer; she is seated only but a few steps away from where I have come to a complete halt. She is young, yet she carries herself with great confidence as she sits there watching me from the corner of her eye. Well, at least I have captured some sort of attention.

So as I stride past her, the very thing I find my eyes laying on is her long slender legs, but not only that is what captures me the most, red stilettos. I am a man that is a complete sucker for them and this beauty, with long locks of brown hair that is partially covering her deep sparkling eyes. How I wish I can slip my finger around a tiny strand and place it gently away from her porcelain skin.

Then from underneath her breath, I hear her softly whisper to herself, "Don't you want to eat me up with those hungry eyes?"

There is a flush of heat that shoots to my core for what seems to be too many times today; I need to get away from any person that resembles a woman today. It is with absolute haste that I give her one last glance and disappear into my office, firmly closing the door behind me.

Not even a minute later, I have Janice, my Assistant, buzzing my phone persistently. Without showing my complete annoyance, I slowly pick up the receiver, "Yes, Janice."

"Mr. Caruso, your interview for nine is already here." As I take the time in, I am surprised to see that it is still another half an hour to go. Now, do I let the man wait, or do I get this over and done with. So, as I try to find the file with his details, I call after Janice, "You may send him in."

Then, the door slowly clicks open, it creeks open with each ticking second; with total anticipation, I wait to see who will be my new Marketing Director. The door finally flings completely open, and I am at a total loss for words. Yet, all I can utter is, "You?"

Fate is what takes you down that road you ever so often avoid taking. Sometimes the slightest thing changes the directions of your life, the merest breath of a circumstance, a random moment.

I am a man who plans every step that he takes. I would like to see where I am going and how I am going to get there. Some say live life on a daily basis; I say there is no room for surprises and unexpected things.

I have always believed, and I still believe, that whatever good or bad fortune may come our way, we can always give it meaning and transform it into something of value.

My question hereby begs, what value does a woman have? Now the first thought that does spring to mind is going back to that perky blonde. A woman's value lies in the degrees of pleasure that she can render you speechless. But I have to move my focus to what I am trying to achieve, which is to hire the best Marketing Director that I can find. I need to ask that question, what value lies in a woman?

Now, I have a long slender brunette, wearing red that covers her curves with perfect precision, she has the deepest piercing eyes, and she is towering me in all her splendor. The first thought that does come to mind is, is this woman even qualified. She can qualify her for several other uses, but I cannot seem to place her in my department. Yet, I do owe here a fair chance, so I shall entertain this interview; keeping it rather brief as possible for the woman is rather distracting.

Very politely, with my utmost best attempt not to stare at her cleavage, I offer her to take a seat opposite me. Yet, I need to be civilized and shake her hand, now do it truly wish...well it is rather too late, a spark of electricity shoots to every inch of my body, making room for a rather pressing matter that requires some adjusting.

Being completely flustered and blown out of my mind at her perfection, I compose myself and attempt for the second time, "Miss?"

"Miss Winters, Mekayla Winters."

"Miss Winters, thank you for taking your time to accommodate this interview. Now I am going to be quite blunt."

With only but a slight frown, she nods under a soft-spoken voice, "What seems to be the problem?"

"No problem Miss Winters, I cannot see how you are fit for this job. So please can you tell me why I should consider your application?"

She softly clears her voice, and as those deep cherry lips start to part to form her words, I am completely mesmerized. The restraint that I felt only but a few moments ago tear at the seams and snaps.

And then, with what seems to be the slowest of motion, I find myself rising from my seat. With long elegant strides, I make my way around the table and take a seat next to her. With hands that are slightly trembling, I whisper in her ear.

"I am going to kiss you."

With a slight pull of her hair, I bend her head backward, giving me easy access to her lips. My warm breath lingers just for a second; I feel that I cannot breathe, I cannot move, my entire body stiffening.

I stare deep into her deep brown eyes; I cannot fight against the thoughts that she has running through my mind. I totally come undone as she floods all my senses. My heart is beating so loud; it feels like I am going to explode.

My hand drifts to her hips and settles there for a minute before I pull her closer into me. She inhales sharply and gasps as I lift her onto my lap. She locks her arms around my neck and runs her fingers through my hair. I begin to nuzzle her neck with soft kisses, so soft they felt like whispers. Her lips come closer to mine, and our breaths mingle. My heart flutter inside my chest.

She looks down at my slightly parted lips. We both lean into each other in slow motion, never breaking eye contact once. Then we begin to close the gap even more than before. With each wink, each breath I take, I move my lips closer and closer to hers.

Then...

"Mr. Caruso. Mr. Caruso."

I am snapped back to reality; with short, stuttering breaths; I focus my attention on whatever it was that she was saying. "Excuse me, Miss. Winters, I just have a lot on my mind."

"What I was saying, Mr. Caruso, if you take a look at my file, you will see that I am more than qualified."

Well, it is that very damn file that I could not find the moment she made her appearance in my doorway. So I only but open the first file I can find and nod my head in agreement. I only but pray that she does not feel the need to ask me anything that is supposed to be written in here because I will fucking die. She already has my body out of control, don't render me an idiot as well.

After staring at my sales figures for the last month, giving her the whole idea that her qualification looks just as good as last month's sales, I lift a rather flustered face to meet those eyes. I can get lost in them for hours while she is taking me to sweet moments of pure ecstasy.

But I am losing focus again; it is incredibly hard to keep myself together in her presence, "Miss Winters, I think I have seen what I needed to. Janice will let you know by the end of the day."

Then she rises from her seat and reaches that soft hand towards mine again; the only thing that runs through my mind "Don't do it...Don't do it." But I am a total contributor to my own agonizing pain; as my fingers envelop her hand in a gentle touch, my fucking body seems to turn to a complete mess.

So as I watch her sway that ass, ever so slow and tormenting in that goddamn tight red dress, I feel the urge to call her back. She might not get the job, but god, she can satisfy every bit of my body that is craving her right now.

After having to take a deep breath of fresh air as I step out onto my balcony, I can see the little red speck as it makes its way across the road. No woman has ever rendered my body helpless. She could honestly take me and do whatever she pleased. Well, perhaps not, but I would still love to have those slender legs locked around my waist.

Then, next, it is Janice, buzzing me again, but just as I am about to take a seat behind my desk, I see a small red purse lying on the floor next to where Miss Winters was sitting only a moment ago. But before I can get Janice to get her on the line, my next interview enters...thank god; it is a man.

And it is one man after the other that I interview for the rest of the day, but not once does the woman in the red dress leave my thoughts. She is strolling and leaving her path through the corners of my mind, a path that drenches my body in seven sensations of pleasure.

With each ticking hour, with each interview, the day drags to an end; it is after careful consideration that I have come to a decision. But before I get Janice to make the call, I settle down for the first time today; I stare at the red purse which is lying on the corner of my table. Should I give it to Janice to return, or should I be the one to make the call? Now I am not a man that wishes to come across as desperate, but I would love to see her just for one more time again.

So I walk over to the bar and pour myself two straight shots of whiskey; I drop in three blocks of ice and head back to my desk. I spin around in my chair and stare out the window where the sun is just about to set. After another shot of whiskey, I reach for the phone, and I pick up the receiver.

"Janice..."

After throwing back my final shot, I look up at the clock on the wall; grabbing my jacket, I fling it over my shoulder and head out the door.

I feel the roar of the engine vibrate underneath my chair as it sends seven sensations of adrenaline through my veins. The touch of the leather sits softly against my skin as I take the wheel firmly into my hands. In less than one...two...I slam the pedal to the floor and race out of my driveway from zero to sixty in less than two seconds.

I love the rush of a fast car as it sends the vibrations through my core; for only but a second, I can say it feels better than sex; no woman will ever give me the rush that this beast does.

Soon I find myself racing through the streets underneath the bright lights to the very place I find myself every night. Pulling up in front of the valet, I slide one tight ass covered in black designer jeans with a matching button-up shirt, showing far more chest than is probably required.

As I saunter my way past the long cue, straight through the door, I ascend the stairs that will take me to the private lounge. This here, this is my playground. This is where I thrive; this is where I am Xavien Caruso, the man that all your desires are made of. And it is this very man that is determined to settle an itch that a tall brunette set there early this morning, just thinking of that little red dress, is sending me raging again.

Well, this does not go unnoticed by my dear friend that has nothing but a big smirk on his face that is begging to be slapped away. "Connor, if you do not remove that thing from your face, then I will gladly do it for you."

He most embarrassedly points at the very sight of what needs a rather big adjustment at present, "Where did you come from?"

"A very frustrating day at the office caused by the most elegant brunette that I have seen."

"Well," he waves his hand over to the crowd that is packed to the walls on the dance floor, "There is plenty of brunettes down there, my friend." Then he gets that godawful smirk again, "Try not to take a blonde home tonight."

"Yes, that was rather a shock as I so casually spread myself over my bed this morning, but wait," I pause for the perfect effect. "I nearly took the woman again."

"Now that would have been a disaster," he only but bursts out in laughter as he hands me a glass of chilled whiskey.

Then with utmost frustration and raw desire, I scan the floor from one brunette to the other. As I toss my whiskey back to the back of my throat, I only but smile at Connor, "I think I have found something I would love to sink my teeth into." Pointing at a rather tall brunette with slender legs wrapped in one rather mini dress in the deepest of black, and my favorite part of her body is those red stilettos that will be dropping on my bedroom floor tonight.

So with absolute confidence, not that it is required, I make my way down the stairs and wind through the crowd. As I come up from behind this beauty, that fucking tight ass captivates my eyes; if I only but reach an inch forward, then I will cup them in my hands. And fuck, that is what happens, for a group of men shove themselves past me, forcing my body smack bang into that slender waist.

Now my very first instinct is to wrap these eager hands around that waist; I lean my head only, but an inch away from her ear; I listen as she gasps as my warm breath lingers against her skin.

But god, her scent, lily and vanilla, it takes me back to Miss Winters this morning, Mekayla, now that is a name that I would love to scream as she takes me over and over again with great satisfaction just before I take her to complete ecstasy.

What does take me by complete surprise, this girl whose hands have no travel down her thighs, she has not yet pushed me away, so I push my raging erection into her and start to sway with her to the rhythm of the music.

Then she softly whispers as she leans her head back, "Do you always do this to a woman that you do not know?"

"If I say that I don't, would you believe a word I say?"

"With those hands, I quite frankly do not care what you say to me." Her breath starts to stutter and hitch as I rub my hands over that firm ass. And as she whispers softly while my lips find the sensitive parts at the nape of her neck, my hard length grows even more uncomfortable in these tight jeans. "Before I turn around and slap you, please enlighten me who is so brave to feel up a complete stranger."

I am only but shocked to silence, but then I smile as I wrap my arms around that waist again, feeling her toned stomach underneath her dress, then I slowly whisper in her ear, "Xavien."

Then from complete nowhere, I only hear her utter in complete surprise, "Oh my god." As she spins around, I feel a flush burn over my skin, yet I have not let go of my hands that are wrapped around her body.

"Fuck, it is you."

"Yes, Mr. Caruso. Is this what you do in your spare time?"

"Well, Miss Winters, in fact, this is what I do when I see a gorgeous woman."

And then it happens as I squeeze her ass that is firmly in my hand, the flat of her hand comes crashing into my cheek. "I am not one of that gorgeous women that you can take advantage of."

"Now, I do apologize."

"Ha!" she exclaims at the top of her voice, "Come on, Xavien. You are the female version of a prostitute."

"Whoa," I am completely taken aback. "Mekayla, I have been called things before but never a prostitute. Now, do I look like a man that needs to pay for it?"

"Please do not ask me to tell you what you look like."

Then there, her cheeks turn a light rosy pink, "Shit, you could have so easily been my boss, and here I am insulting you."

I only but burst out in a rumble from my chest, "Please, I have been done worse things too. I will admit, you are not the first woman that has rejected me."

"Now, that is something I find very hard to believe."

However, I truly believe that she is not rejecting me, for these hands are still firmly lying at the small of her back. And yes, this would make for one uncomfortable moment if I was employing her.

"Well," I lean in and whisper in her ear, watching how her body shivers as she reacts to my presence, "What do you say in joining me for a drink."

Then she removes my hands and steps two steps back, "You are not my type, Mr. Caruso. But thanks for the chat. I believe you will need to find another helpless soul to take home tonight."

And with that, she disappears off into the crowd.

"Fuck."

This is not happening to me.

So I push through the crowd again, following that scent of lily and vanilla. Then just as I am about to lose hope, I see her in front of me, swaying that body ever so seductively down to the floor, and as she comes up again, I am right there behind her.

"Mr. Caruso, I see that you are a determined man."

"No, Miss Winters, I am a man that does not like to hear the word no."

"Well," she spins around on her heels and faces me with those velvety lips pouting as she speaks. "I think you just like to be slapped."

"Now that you mention it, I do like it a bit rough."

She is shocked to silence, and I can almost feel her heart beating against her chest. And what else I can feel is my erection pressing into her thigh. I have never felt so good, I am aching, but fuck, I love the way it is agonizing, painfully throbbing. And do I wish that I can conquer her with every inch of me.

This woman is a goddess, and I desire her; I have a burning craving.

And it is this burning craving that presses her into the wall that has now presented itself. My big strong hands are driving deep into her skin. How I wish to lift those legs and lock them around my waist.

As she sees the desire craving in my eyes, she looks deep into my brown eyes and bites down on her lip

"God, don't do that."

"Why," she softly whimpers.

"Because I will kiss you so damn hard you will be floating on air."

Before I know what overcomes me, I slightly bite into her lip. She tastes so sweet, "Cotton candy," I mumble underneath my breath. "You taste like cotton candy. Do you have any idea how good it tastes?"

My lips cover her again; I tilt my hips a slight bit upwards and press my throbbing manhood against her thigh again. My hunger is growing out of control; my restraint is near to snap. I am addicted to the sensations that she is inflicting on my body.

Her body starts to tremble as my fingers slide up her thigh. She near stops breathing as I knot my fingers in the seems of her dress. Under a strained voice, she tries to speak, "You are playing with fire Xavien."

"Maybe I like to get burned."

"Well, like I said. You are not my type. Now consider this as a small victory that you have rendered me helpless for but a moment."

"Oh, believe me, I consider this as the best experience I will feel tonight."

"I am hurt, only for tonight?"

"Well, come sit with me, and then I might prove you wrong."

I feel like I am burning inside, warmth is shooting to every corner of my body, but the most glorious warmth she is making with her hands as she slides them underneath the buttons of my shirt.

But then she leaves me begging again as she pulls away from me. "As I said, Xavien Caruso, you are not my type."

And with that, she leaves my body cold and head for the door, and as I rush after her, I seek her outside, but she seems to have disappeared into the night.