I Accidentally Slept With The CEO

Lena

Tequila burned down my throat like tiny betrayal in liquid form.

I shouldn't be out. I should be at home, curled up in my apartment, plotting subtle ways to make Ethan regret every single bad decision he's ever made. I was stupid to go to his apartment to surprise him because apparently he's my fiancée and we haven't had much sex in a while and then I found him with another woman, and with their legs tangled. My engagement ring shining like a cruel joke on my finger.

I should have cried. I should have screamed. Instead, I froze, my brain on vacation while my heart registered that stab of betrayal. And now, here I am, with my heels in hand, stumbling into a downtown club because apparently the only cure for a cheating fiancé is loud music, neon lights, and enough alcohol to flood a small country. I needed to forget a three year relationship that ended with him cheating on me.

I grabbed a drink at the bar and downed it like it owed me my life back. It burned like hell and felt amazing. My fingers gripped the glass like it could erase the memory lodged in my chest. The bass thumped through my bones, my body swaying as if it knew better than my brain. It was exactly my kind of disaster night. God, I'm pathetic, aren't I?

Somebody brushed my arm and it felt too delibrate. My stomach flipped. Oh, perfect. Club stranger #3 is trying to poison me now. Fantastic.

Before I could react, a shadow moved between me and the hand.

"Step back," a deep, calm voice said.

I looked up. He wasn't flashy and he didn't smile, didn't even bother meeting my eyes but my brain still screamed stop staring, you idiot. His hair was black, a little messy like he'd run his hand through it too many times, and his face was unfairly sharp in that calm, effortless way. Nothing about him was loud, yet my pulse jumped anyway.

Who the hell is this fucking handsome man?

He twisted the guy's wrist, who yelped and disappeared into the crowd. My drink? Safe. My bag? Untouched. Miracle number one.

"You okay?" His voice was calm, confident and somehow, devastatingly sexy.

"I... I think so," I said, trying not to shake. Lie. Lie like your life depends on it. Because it does.

He glanced at me, sharply, then drifted back into the crowd. But I couldn't stop noticing him. He was lurking like a shadow but I couldn't resist not checking him out.

By my fourth drink, I'd abandoned all restraint. I danced with my hair plastered to my forehead, laughter spilling out too loud and my hips brushing strangers, moving in ways that felt dangerously free and then he was behind me, close enough that heat prickled my skin.

His hands pressed a little firmer on my waist, and I could feel how close we were. Our hips bumped together, and I bit my lip, trying not to laugh at the electricity zinging through me. He let out a small groan, and I felt heat rush to my cheeks, how was it possible to feel this much just from being this close? I tilted my head, daring him with a smirk, and my heart thudded as if it knew we weren't done yet.

He leaned closer, his fingers brushing mine. "You have no idea how tempting you are right now," he murmured.

I smirked, leaning into him just slightly. "Oh, I think I might have some idea," I shot back, letting my words drip with mischief. My heart slammed against my ribs. God, I hope I don't melt all over him. Spoiler: too late.

He laughed, a dangerous edge in his voice. "Careful, I might not let you get away," he said, holding my hand like it was magnetic. I licked my lips without thinking, pulse racing.

My body grinded against his trousers without thinking, my hair falling forward, and my heart leapt.I felt something hard against my skirt, poking me. I caught myself imagining what it would feel like to kiss him. Oh God. Just kiss him.

And then we did with his lips hardly pressed on mine. It was so good. My hands were tangled in his jacket while his hands firm on my waist, holding me close.

I pulled back just slightly, breathing hard, "You're trouble," he whispered.

I grinned, breathless. "So are you."

His eyes darkened, almost mischievous. "Do you... want to get out of here?" he asked, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "Just you and me tonight?"

I pressed closer, my heart hammering. "Yeah," I breathed.

The pull between us was insane. One thing led to another, and suddenly we were walking toward the exit, close enough that I could feel how in sync we were.

The cab ride was a blur of whispered jokes, him touching my thighs, and the heat of being near him. I didn't care about anything, or what anyone would think. I only cared about fucking him.

When the cab stopped, my pulse began to race again. When we stepped out in front of an hotel, I pulled him closer and kissed him again.

And yet... I didn't stop myself.

It was just one night of fun. Nothing more.

Or so I told myself.

Lena

The hotel room smelled like leather and vanilla, thick and intoxicating, and suddenly my breath felt too short. I kicked off my heels, letting them thud to the floor. My hair clung to my forehead, my body still buzzing from the club, pulse racing.

He didn't step back when I leaned against the wall.He didn't give me space.He just tilted his head with a smirk tugging at his lips, his eyes dark and dangerous.

Oh. Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant.

"You're reckless," he murmured, fingers brushing mine.

"I'm just... drunk on tequila and bad decisions," I said, trying to sound teasing.

His grin widened. "No. I mean... irresistible."

I shivered. His hand grazed my waist, lingering, and I pressed into him.

God, he's dangerous.

He leaned closer, his lips grazing my neck. My breath hitched. My hands went to my top, fumbling, because apparently my body had its own agenda tonight.

"Relax," he murmured, his lips brushing my shoulder. "Let me help."

He unclasped my bra slowly and chest tightened, heat spreading fast. I bit my lip, trying to hide a gasp, but the thrill of letting him take control made me flush.

Holy hell. This is insane.

He pressed close, his lips brushing mine again and I laughed breathlessly at my own recklessness, climbing onto the bed beside him.

"You have no idea what you're doing to me," I whispered, husky and flustered.

"I think I have a pretty good idea," he replied, a smirk tugging at his lips. His hands traced my sides, lingering wherever they pleased. The way he looked at me, like I was fire he couldn't resist made me shiver.

I bit my lip, his eyes dark with desire, leaning closer. "You're so hot."

"And you're... intoxicating," he murmured, his lips brushing mine again. I gasped softly, curling against him, my fingers tangled in his hair.

His hands slid over my sides firmly until they closed over my breasts. I sucked in a sharp breath as he squeezed, letting his hands roam free.

"That," he murmured, voice low and smug, "is exactly what I thought how I imagined touching your tits. They are so soft and big."

My head tipped back. God. Don't react. Don't give him that.

His hands stayed there with his thumbs brushing my peaks just enough to make my knees weak. He suckled on thek fr minutes, waiting to get a reaction from me as I grabbed on to his shoulders, grounding myself in his muscles.

I forgot how much I like being handled like this. I forgot how much foreplay mattered to me.

"Look at you," he murmured, his voice low. "Already so wet."

"I am not," I protested weakly.

He laughed softly, sliding a hand down to grip my ass firmly, pulling me flush against him.

Oh. That's-oh God.

"You feel... unbelievable," he said. "Like I've been waiting for this all night."

He kissed me again and his hands stayed right on my body, reminding me who was in control.

He broke the kiss just enough to murmur, "You're trembling."

"Don't sound so pleased," I gasped.

"Oh, I am," he whispered. "I love knowing it's because of me."

One of my legs went over his hip. The closeness made my heart race faster, my body arching instinctively and I bit my lips when he peeled off my underwear.

He shifted, pressing closer, one hand sliding to cup my ass, I let out a breathless laugh.

"Damn," he said, brushing my hair from my face. "Your ass is even better than I imagined."

I smirked, teasing, my fingers digging into his shoulders. "Yours isn't bad either, but... mine's definitely addictive."

His laugh was low. "Addictive? That's cute. But trust me... I know exactly how to handle addictive."

Oh God. He's so confident it's ridiculous.

His hands moved like they owned me, gripping my thighs, sliding over my hips, brushing over my sensitive spot without mercy. His fingers thrummed against my clit and I let out another moan.

"Stop teasing me," I gasped, my voice shaking.

He leaned in, his lips brushing my ear. "Then you better beg because I love teasing you," he whispered, smirk curling against my skin. "You like it too much."

Yes. I do. I love it. Oh God...

He pressed closer, chest to chest, holding me down, gripping my waist, my thighs, guiding me perfectly. As he reached my bare pussy lips, I couldn't resist reaching up, and kissing the side of his neck. He found my clit, and rubbed it lightly. I arched my hips up into his hand, and sucked in a sharp breath. Getting down on his knees, I felt him spread my pussy wide. Next thing I felt his lips tasting and exploring my soaking wet pussy. He licked my pussy with long hard strokes, savoring the taste.

I felt his lips on my clit and I shuddered at how sensitive it was. He softened his licks and found a gentle licking motion that made me go crazy. Still with my eyes closed, I lowered my hands and rubbed his head, acknowledging that he shouldn't stop.

I rocked my hips up and down with a soft whisper of "Yes! Yes!" falling from my lips. He continued eating me out asmy grip on his head grew tighter and tighter. It wasn't long before I felt herself cum and shake.

"You're shaking again," he murmured, his voice cocky. "Every inch of you is lit up. And I didn't even have to try that hard."

Yes. Oh God, yes...

My body arched with my pulse racing and muscles humming with want. I felt his dick enter me and he held me tight as I rolled my head backwards.

"You're mine tonight," he whispered, "Every part of you and I plan to enjoy it."

The heat, the closeness, the dominance, it crashed over me until I couldn't think. I floated, trembling, my body alive in a way I hadn't felt in years. I clung to him, shivering, moaning softly as he began to thrust slowly and deeper, he drew me tighter into him, and I felt myself slipping into paradise.

The slow, tender stroking of his hard cock, the way it rubbed against my clit on the upstroke, the weight of his body pressing down on mine, his hands on me, his hot breath on my neck, his voice whispering in my ear... it was like I couldn't hold anything back now. I couldn't even pretend to be strong. I just wanted him to fuck me and feel that release.

"I want you so much. . ." I whispered.

"What else?" he said.

"I need you. . ." I whispered.

He put my arms over my head and held them down, still sliding in and out so slowly. He watched my eyes, waiting for me to say more. He seemed to already know what I felt but he wanted me to say it.

"Fuck, that hit the spot."

I closed my eyes, breathing hard. A single tear ran down my face. His cock never missed a stroke.

"You want to surrender yourself to me." He said.

I opened my eyes and looked at him. How did he know? How could he know exactly what I was thinking? "Yes." I whispered.

"Then do it." He said. "Surrender yourself to me, your body, your mind. Give it all to me."

I looked into his eyes and nodded.

He smiled. "It's getting hotter; it's getting wetter. Are you gonna cum for me?" he asked.

"Yes." I breathed.

He let go of my arms and I put them around his neck.

He reached down and pulled my knees up and put them over his shoulders. He was breathing hard now and his strokes were faster, harder, more insistent. "Give it to me, I know you're close. Cum for me, girl."

Oh God. I can't... I can't stop... it's too much... and I love it.

He held me tight, one hand locking the back of my neck, the other pressing hard against my breasts. He grabbed them, massaged them and then pushed them into the bed. His lips crushed mine, demanding, claiming, and I trembled, every nerve screaming. I moaned, soft at first, then louder, needy and helpless, pressing into him, desperate for more.

I could feel him everywhere, his strength, his control and it made me shiver uncontrollably. My hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, my breath ragged, my lips still burning from his and I slumped against his chest, nuzzling myself against his shoulder.

"Memorable?" he whispered, that cocky grin still teasing him.

I could only nod, gasping with my lips curved into a wicked, satisfied smile.

Yes. Absolutely. This night and him, I'd never forget it.

Lena

The first pale light of dawn barely touched the bed as I swung my legs over the side of the bed, careful not to wake him. He was still asleep with his chest rising and falling in slow, steady rhythm with his hair messy and his lips curved in that infuriating, impossible smirk.

God. That smirk. Calm down, Lena. Just go.

I slipped into my clothes and stepped into my heels. I didn't bother to take a bath as I scribbled a note on the hotel stationery: Thank you for a wonderful night. Truly. I then folded a crisp $200 bill and left it neatly on the pillow. My fingers lingered too long over the space where he'd been.

The cab ride home was like a slow-motion movie. Every detail of last night kept replaying in my head: his fingers around my clit, his mouth clamped against my nipples , the way he'd taken control, the way my body had completely betrayed me and left me sore.

Three rounds? Four? I lost count. God, he's dangerous and good in bed.

Finally home, I ran hot water and sank into the bath, letting the steam curl around me. My muscles relaxed, with my mind spinning between disbelief, satisfaction, and that ache that still throbbed between my legs.

After the bath, I dressed carefully. I picked a pencil skirt that hugged my hips and paired it with a crisp ivory blouse with a subtle silk sheen and nude heels. My hair was loosely pinned, with soft waves framing my face. I then reached to swipe a bit of red against my lips.

I looked at myself in the mirror, turning a total three sixty degrees and I looked good. I should not still thinking about last night... but okay, maybe I was, a little bit.

The office lobby buzzed with a great morning energy. I fidgeted with my bag strap, trying not to drift into reckless memory-land. But flashes of last night kept flickering in my head as I remembered him making me melt.

"Morning, Lena," Susan's voice cut through my spiral. My friend, co-worker, and the finance team wizard who was capable of saving budgets, preventing disasters, and occasionally saving me from myself. She leaned casually against the wall, her clipboard in hand.

"I have to ask..." she said, "Where's your ring? It's hard not to notice that you are not wearing that ridiculous shiny thing."

I froze. "What?"

She raised an eyebrow. "Your engagement ring. You're not wearing it."

Of course. My stomach twisted. "He cheated on me, Susan. I went to his apartment yesterday and he was having fun with another woman. I didn't even bother to listen to his excuse. I walked away and now I'm just realizing why it's never good to date a man who works in the same company as you."

Susan's eyes softened. "And he works in finance. You're going to have to cope seeing him every day but I guess I'm the one who is going to see him everyday too."

"I'll cope," I said, trying to sound calm. "I'm mailing him the ring today. Hopefully before I run into him. I'd rather dodge the drama completely or maybe he just gets the memo and realize that we are done."

She smirked, leaning closer. "So full-on ghost him, emotionally and professionally?"

"Exactly. And even if we are going to speak to each other, every interaction will be work-only. Nothing personal at all."

Susan laughed softly. "Good. Because otherwise, I'd have popcorn ready to watch you lose your mind."

I rolled my eyes, smirking. "Thanks, Susan. You are always supportive."

She leaned closer. "Also... tiny reminder. The new CEO is arriving today. Totally slipped your mind, huh?"

Oh God. My pulse hit my throat.

"I... yeah. Totally forgot," I said, smoothing imaginary wrinkles from my skirt. "Thanks for the reminder. It's so embarrassing that I'm his personal assistant and I totally forgot about him."

Susan nudged me, her eyes sparkling. "You are going to be working with him and Lena?"

"Yeah?"

"Try not to melt if he's ridiculously attractive."

Ha. Funny. Very helpful.

I then reapplied my lipstick, pinned a stray wave of hair behind my ear, squared my shoulders as I followed Susan to the elevator hallways where a bunch of people were beginning to gather and form a tiny crowd.

I braced myself as the elevator doors slid open and bent my head.

He stepped out with the most tantalizing perfume that grazed my nostrils and I could see his shoes looked good and expensive.

I then lifted my head and forced a polite, professional smile.

"Good morning, sir," I said, my voice steady, clipped, formal.

His gaze swept the room, lingering on me just long enough to make my pulse spike. That smirk, it was cocky and maddeningly familiar. It also made my knees weak.

Why does that look feel so familiar?

Susan leaned closer, whispering just enough for me to hear: "Snap out of it and smile."

I nodded, holding my hands behind my back.

He paused, letting the silence stretch and then his voice came, it was so deep, smooth and magnetic:

"Good morning, everyone. I'm Lucas Reed, the new CEO."

The room seemed to shrink around him, every eye magnetized to his presence. He paused, letting the weight of his entrance settle, letting the staff feel the gravity radiating from him. And then... he looked at me. Again.

My head tilted almost instinctively, his voice still ringing in my skull from last night. My hands shot to my mouth, clamping over it as if I could swallow the realization whole.

Oh God. It's him.

I forced a polite smile onto my lips, heart hammering, cheeks burning, my pulse threatening to betray me. Nodding slowly, I tried to anchor myself-but my brain had completely checked out.

I had a one-night stand with the freaking CEO.