Page 45 of Sexting Mr. CEO

I sense that something has happened, her text letting me imagine her voice terse with nerves. Entering my study, I boot up my computer, drumming my fingers impatiently against the desk… and my PC is fast. I don’t know what I’d do if I had to wait longer than a few minutes.

Sera: I added your private account on my social media account.

Luke: I can’t believe we haven’t done that yet.

Sera: Maybe you wanted to keep that separate.

Luke: Don’t be silly. I’ve been busy.

I boot up my socials and accept her friend request. My body responding just from the sight of her profile picture. Sera is standing in front of a bookshelf with goddess like energy shimmering around her.

A thought occurs to me, and I shoot her a text.

Luke: I need you to download a program quickly. It’s a secure video-call service I use with clients. I’m certain no one is watching us… but it’s better to be safe than sorry.

Sera: Good idea. At least I’m your friend on socials now. My plan worked. Though, honestly, I don’t use them much or ever, if I can help it.

I smirk and send her the link to the program.

Luke: Ha ha, me neither. But we can make an exception this time. When you make an account, send me the invitation link. I’ll invite you to a call.

It doesn’t take long. She sends the link through. When I click it, my screen fills with her image. A smile spreads inevitably across my face. It’s been days, but it feels like much longer. She sits cross-legged on her bed, wearing a baggy T-shirt, her hair in amessy bun. She looks gorgeous, her nipples poking through her shirt, her eyes shining with her essence.

“It’s so good to see you,” I say.

“You too,” she murmurs. “You have no idea…” She draws in a shaky breath.

“Has something happened?” I ask.

She turns away to compose herself, letting out another trembling breath. Turning back to the camera, she says, “I wasn’t able to get into his office. I’m sorry. I’ll try again.”

Did she just lie to me? I’m inclined to challenge her on it, but simultaneously, I don’t want to upset her. I don’t think she’d lie to me, but in the back of my head, I can hear Victor’s judgmental voice telling me he warned me against this.

“That’s okay, Sera. I don’t want you to risk your job, anyway. I think you should let me handle this.”

“Are you mad?” she asks.

“Mad that you waited up so we could talk? Hell no.”

“Are you sure?” she asks, then she bites her lip. In the preview of my camera on the bottom right, I watch my eyes snap open wide. I see a man instantly and completely captivated. She lets her lip go, then says in a flirty voice, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You know why,” I tell her. “Don’t act all innocent with me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about…”

She bites her again, and this time moans, causing the base of my pole to jerk. I feel more alive than I have been in days.

“You drive me crazy, Sparkplug, even with an entire country separating us.”

“Me?” she says, smoothing her hand over her luscious breast, hard nipples poking through the fabric of her shirt. “Are you kidding?”

“Not even a little,” I growl. “When you do that, you make me so hard.”

“Have you ever done anything on video before?” she asks with a note of adventure in her voice, the same boldness that captivated me in Vegas.

Suddenly, it’s easy to forget about the sabotage, about TechGuard’s involvement, at least for now. Is that what she wants? Is this a trick? It’s awful that I would think like this. Then she moans again, and she consumes my thoughts.

“Are you going to leave a girl hanging?” she purrs.

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