Page 23 of Her Innocent CEO

He’s cuing up the video from the suite that I took and sending the file to himself.

“I just need a good internet connection and also make a couple of calls,” he says again, and I nod.

“Call whoever you need to, I’ll get this thing fired up.” I assure him, wondering how I could’ve let the place become such a mess.

Every way I look I see something else I need to pick up or clear away.

I thought I was neat and tidy. One minute of Maddox in my apartment and I feel like a slob.

Maddox sets to work, not even blinking at the surroundings, and I realize it must be true what he keeps trying to tell me, that he only sees me but I can’t quite get my head around all of that still somehow.

I’m having trouble starting the computer, remembering in a moment of cold horror that there’s a reason it sits here covered in my crap… it is crap.

Hoping for the best but stifling a groan, I notice Maddox’s agitation grow as he seems to have trouble getting through on the phone to his own legal team as well.

“Milo! Milos Bartos!” he shouts into my phone, growling as it sounds like he’s put on hold again until the call drops, but Maddox isn’t a quitter. He takes a few deep breaths and smiling at me with a wink once he’s collected himself, he tries again.

Unfortunately, it’s always the same result. He’s either cut off or whoever he’s talking to doesn’t understand what he’s trying to say.

After a few tense minutes of this, my heart is in my throat when he moves up behind me, leaning in close and kissing my neck.

“At least we’ll have the files uploaded. I can always email Milo about it, he can call me back. It must be the middle of the night there, probably got his housekeeper out of bed,” he says with a chuckle.

“What is it?” he asks, turning me in my chair to face him.

“I don’t know. This computer, I thought it worked,” I whisper, and Maddox takes me by the elbows, transplanting me from the computer chair to the lounge chair.

“It’ll be alright, let me have a look,” he says calmly. But after a few minutes and hearing him muttering to himself, I can tell it’s far from okay.

Maddox clears his throat, tries the phone again, then the computer and then the phone again before sliding the chair back, throwing his head back and sighing loudly.

“Nothing is working,” he says aloud, an observation. As if he’s working through things in his mind as opposed to giving up like other people would.

Like I already have in my own mind.

I hope this doesn’t mean everything’s off between us.

“Are you mad with me?” I finally ask, after several minutes of silence and after Maddox has pinched the space between his eyes for so long I think he’ll never stop.

“No, no!’ he reassures me, focusing again and holding his hands out, beckoning me over and I sit on his lap as he hugs me tight.

“No, Jasmine. I’m just thinking. In a bit of a jam but that doesn’t mean much, something always happens to make things clear again. If we can’t get through to Milo and his team right now, we’ll just have to try again later,” he says, and I shift myself on his lap, straddling him and smiling when I hear his tell-tale growl as I feel his hardness riding up between my legs.

“We could mess up my bedroom,” I suggest, and have to laugh when his eyes scan my apartment again, cocking his brow with the question, ‘mess it up… in here?’

I feel more at home than ever as Maddox’s hands start to find their way to his favorite places, cupping my chest and squeezing it in his huge hands as he groans with pleasure.

I hook my arms around his neck, grinding down on him as I rotate my hips that he works his way towards, gripping them hard as he starts to help me push myself up and down against his instant rock hardness that’s straining through his brand new suit pants.

“I don’t want to get our clothes-” I start to say, but he dismisses it with a low sound, grabbing my ass with both hands and spreading me open under my own clothes, making me gasp.

Making me crave him inside me once again.

“I already told you,” he murmurs. “I like you better without clothes on.”

It feels like my whole apartment disappears, everything I felt in myself, in my life that wasn’t good enough for Maddox is suddenly made clear again once I feel his yearning for me.

He really does want me, and I sure as hell really want him.

“No matter what happens, promise me you’ll be mine. Promise me you’ll wait if you have to,” he growls, and I feel my head pumping in time with my hips, but I also feel a stab of fear.

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