Page 12 of Her Innocent CEO

I moan loudly, feeling her wet heat teasing me.

My cock twitches, reaching boiling point.

“Mine,” I growl, and she whimpers in reply.

“Fuck me, Maddox. Take me properly,” she sighs.

I don’t need any encouragement, but I do need to know it’s what she wants, right now.

“Tell me it’s what you want… here… this… us.”

Her head’s pumping faster than her hand, which has such a firm grip on my thick rod I feel like I could come in her hand but no.

I’ve been waiting for this moment, I thought it had to be more perfect. It will be perfect, because it’s her.

“Take m-” she starts to say again, but stops suddenly.

The sound of the suite door opening, followed by two voices and something being tossed onto a table makes us both freeze.

Jasmine’s eyes are wide with fear, and she tenses under me for a different reason now and I feel my own body tensing.

Angry.

Who the fuck…

Then I recognize one of the voices.

And Jasmine’s eyes narrow as she recognizes the second, female voice.

“Do you have your phone?” I whisper, and she stabs a nod, reading my mind.

Hopefully.

“Quickly and quietly,” I coax her, telling her in a voice so low I can hardly hear it myself, but we both know what to do next.

Sliding out of the bed, I smooth the covers while Jasmine scoops up her clothes and phone, shooting me a strong ‘what now?’ look.

I point to the doorway in the wall. A double door that joins two bedrooms.

It’s our chance at a hiding place for now and we both creep quickly over to it as I register the voices in the kitchen area, a champagne cork popping, and then laughter.

Of all the people…

It’s the guy who set me up, my partner. And from the look on Jasmine’s face, he’s got company that she knows only too well.

The only other person who’d have a key to this suite…

Her boss.

Karen Singleton and James Hunter.

Well, well… who knew?

I make the bed as neat as I can, and feeling my own nakedness I look for Jasmine again but she’s one step ahead.

She’s in the next room, the door slightly ajar and beckoning me with the index finger of one hand, her phone in the other.

Scooping up my own clothes, I dart across the room to her. She presses her finger to my lips as she opens the door wider to let me in before closing it silently behind her.

“This isn’t what I had in mind,” she whispers, and I nod gravely, asking permission with my eyes for her to open her phone.

“Video,” I tell her as quietly as I can.

“I’ll claim you properly, Jasmine, but this is the chance to clear my name the best way I know how if those two get talking. Are you with me?” I ask her.

She mouths the word ‘forever’ and I’m already counting the seconds until we can be alone again.

Chapter Ten

Jasmine

I’d know my boss’s voice anywhere. Karen Singleton has a distinctive tone. But the man she’s with…

I only know his face from the one next to Maddox’s in the firm’s lobby photographs. I know at once he’s Maddox’s partner in the business and by the look on his face, he’s the reason Maddox is on the run today as well.

But both of them seem in high spirits.

Maddox and I made a beeline for the bedroom, but these two? They sound like they want to hear each other’s voices for just a little longer.

Peering through the crack in our door, I can’t see them once they disappear but can hear both of them in the kitchen area of the suite.

Marble countertops and hard floors carry the sound of champagne popping and glasses tinkling well through the whole suite, plus they aren’t exactly whispering like Maddox and I were just now.

“Well… Here’s to-” Karen starts to say before stopping suddenly. I imagine her standing there, her glass raised and head cocked. Wondering if they really are alone.

“Here’s to Hunter and… Hunter. No more fucking Maddox Mapleton,” James says smugly to himself, ignoring Karen’s sudden lack of enthusiasm, draining his glass in one before refilling it and doing the same again.

“Jesus, I needed that!” he exclaims, then sighing he frowns.

“What is it now?” he asks Karen, whose silence seems suddenly edgy, like she’s wanting to investigate.

I hear my dry mouth swallow, my tongue sticking to the back of my throat for a moment and then jumping once I feel Maddox’s hand on me, signaling me with a movement of his chin towards my phone.

I put my hand up, letting Maddox know I understand. I do.

I know he wants me to film these two, get some truth so he can exonerate himself from whatever it is they’ve pinned on him.

But I also don’t want to blow our chances by being discovered.

“I thought I heard something,” Karen murmurs, and I hear low, mumbling sounds as James Hunter sounds like he’s dry humping her.

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