Page 5 of Her Innocent CEO

“We’re here to execute a federal warrant,” the man continues in a thick accent. I notice one of his cobalt eyes is milky, blind most likely. And he has the most atrocious breath.

“We’ll be waiting right outside while you have your… lunch… before we question you any further,” he grins, his eyes darting towards a section of empty space under my desk before turning on his heel and they all leave again, forming a line of shadows across the frosted glass doorway.

“You were saying,” I murmur, letting Maddox know in a whisper we’ve been barricaded in.

Trapped.

But his hands on my thighs again, that low sound. It’s like the man has no fear of anything and he knows exactly what he wants.

“This,” he says in a low grinding whisper, parting my legs slightly again and inhaling deeply. “This is what I want.”

I open my mouth but nothing comes out, only a dry squeak.

“You’re mine now, Jasmine. Understand? Mine!” he insists, and clutching me tighter I can only nod, fighting the urge to beg him to put his face against my sex which feels like it’s about to explode if he doesn’t.

I feel his huge hands move from my legs to each side of my chair as his knuckles stiffen against the plastic so hard I think it’ll break.

“We need a place to stay, just a few days. You and me. What D’you say?”

He’s pushing my chair back and I think about my apartment.

God, my apartment. I feel embarrassed enough to live there myself, let alone take anyone I was going to…

I feel my head shaking in the negative.

Then I remember.

“Ms. Singleton. She keeps a suite… for corporate clients,” I stammer under my breath, hoping she hasn’t taken the hotel key card with her on her two days off.

“She does?” Maddox asks, his face coming into the light as he presses a button underneath the desk, snapping the reception doors locked.

The shadows flinch, but I notice two shrug and they resume their stance, waiting.

Buying us some time, I hope.

“Show me,” he growls, and keeping himself low behind the reception desk, we both make our way back into my boss’s office.

I move to the windows, opening the blinds and spin on my heel when I hear the door click locked.

My heart’s in my throat when I see the hungry look in Maddox’s eyes as they run up and down my body.

Anyone else, I’d feel cheap, sleazy, but when Maddox Mapleton looks at you like that, with a thick line running up the middle of his Armani suit suit pants it’s far from cheap.

“Key,” he demands, lifting his eyes only long enough to meet mine with a swift micro-smile before they start to trace over me all over again.

It’s like his eyes have fingers, and each second his stare touches me I feel more and more of that inescapable pressure building up inside me.

The pressure I know only he can release.

I rifle through the boss’s drawers and finally locate the hotel key card, right at the back.

A flash drive pops out with it, and for some reason I decide to hang on to it too.

Might mean something if it’s stashed with the key.

Might make Maddox proud of me, might not.

Might make him mad and want to punish me.

Jesus! What this man is doing to me. My mind’s sunk to a new and delightfully level that makes me want to be his vixen…

I feel my mouth fixed in a menacing grin, my sweaty palms curling around the key card, when his hands on me from behind make me jump.

“Good,” he croons softly into my ear. His lips shivering against the soft skin just behind my ear as I feel his body press against me from behind, drawing a whimpering sound from me.

“Can I…? Can I call you Maddox, Mr. Mapleton?” I ask, my voice trembling in time with my knees, my nipples piercing my blouse and feeling like they’ll break if he doesn’t suck on them soon.

He growls his reply, and I jump again when his huge hand closes over mine, taking the key card and flash drive.

“We need to get out of here, Jasmine. I need you,” he whispers hoarsely and it’s too much.

I feel my legs give out from under me, buckling when I become aware of his thick cock resting against the small of my back.

His huge arms catch me, holding me up like I weigh nothing and despite my shy embarrassment, he seems more pleased than ever.

“Hold that thought Jasmine. We’ll get to what you really need soon enough, for now I just need out of this building. Think you can manage that?”

I stab a nod, my voice a low sound now. I’d walk through fire for this man, do anything he asked.

As long as he touches me again.

“Tell me,” he says abruptly, spinning me around while gripping my elbows to hold me up.

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