Page 23 of Handling the CEO

I want to get us out of there, but Jon still has something to end the discussion with.

“Just so you know, Miranda, I hope your lawyers are ready, as I am coming for Tae. She deserves better than you. Come on DJ, let’s go. We have things to do.” He takes me by the elbow and drags me away, leaving our two competitors gaping at us. Cameras flash again, and I hope they got some great shots.

Jon

Igetusoutof the restaurant before strangling Miranda or punching Richard, so I call that a PR win. DJ is quiet, covering her mouth with her hand. That is, until we go outside, and I see what she is really covering is a burst of giggles. She starts laughing while hiding her face in my chest. I pull her with me, moving us down the boardwalk, far away from the prying eyes of Julia’s guests.

Reaching a bench, I sit down, but she remains up between my thighs and puts her hands on my shoulders.

“So that was quite fun, eh? Minus the parts where you were called a ‘manwhore’ and I was pretty much called ‘the help’.”

“That could have gone better probably, but I am glad I told her about my intentions with Tae. And your ex-husband is really a piece of work. There must have been a lot of tequila in Vegas that you ended up marrying him!”

She snorts a “No comment!”

A slight breeze from the ocean brings her scent to life, and her hair moves in the wind. She is so close to me and her boobs are exactly at my eye level. The blood goes straight to my dick again, watching this vision in yellow touch me. I put my hands on her hips, trying to push her away, but she resists.

“Jon, I have been wanting to ask you something. Do you like me?”

“Umm,” I babble, shocked at her directness, not quite finding coherent words. “It doesn’t matter. You work for me.” I pull my palms off her and put them on my knees.

Her radiant smile is brighter than the sun. She is undeterred and puts my hands back on her and then takes my face in her palms. I feel her delicate skin through the crop areas of her dress and can’t stop myself from caressing her gently.

“How about you answer the question, caveman? Come on, be honest. Do you want to kiss me again?”

“More than anything,” comes out of my mouth before stopping myself as I look up into her beautiful eyes.

“That is the right answer.” She lowers her lips to mine but stops before pressing them on and taking me out of my misery. Her sexy voice is soft as she tenderly caresses my beard and I pull her closer to me. “The reason that is the correct answer is that… Jon, I do not actually work for you. You are not my boss.”

“What? What do you mean?” I panic. “Your contract…” Shit, I really should not leave all contracts supervision to Mike!"

Without moving, she explains exactly what a moron I am.

“You big idiot, I have my own company—you didn’t hire me directly. We have a collaboration contract between our two companies. I do not report to you. It is true we work together—which is not ideal—but there are no reporting lines between us. Caveman…”

The neurons in my brain fire madly. I look at her face and she is smiling even more than before.

“Fuck—I really am an idiot!” I exclaim and finally, I grip her hair and do what I never should have stopped doing last time—pull her lips on mine.

This is not slow like in the car or hurried like in the shop. It is much the same as raising the cup at the end of the race, intense and euphoric. Her tongue sweeps against mine, and my other hand grabs her ass as she moans in my mouth. My hard cock pressed against her leg. She rakes her fingers in my hair just as she fancies, making me groan.

When I pause the kiss again, it isn’t at all the same as last weekend, but more in line with what I described to her I would do.

“Don’t you dare stop!” she seethes at me, but I just flash her a smile.

“Don’t worry Avril, you are only getting what you were warned about!”

Before any more protests or idiocy and time-wasting from my part, I look around for any pesky reporters and I lift her over my shoulder. Shamelessly, I hold a palm over her ass keeping her dress in place—perhaps coping another feel—and run towards my car over the sounds of a squeaking DJ.

DJ

Jonprobablybrokeaboutten speed limits in the brief five minutes’ drive to his townhouse. All the while keeping his right hand on my thigh, gently caressing, never moving higher than the hem on my skirt, sometimes making little circles or just touching me under the seam of my dress and driving me absolutely insane.

My thong was soaked by the time he stopped in his garage, and I was hot all over, looking forward to whatever my caveman had in store for me. I have been carried before but never experienced the possession I felt from his searing hand on my ass as he hurried to his SUV.

My door gets yanked open before I manage to take in any of the other cars in the garage or anything around me, hearing exactly what every full-blooded woman needs, as Jon pulls me out of his car and says kissing and nipping my neck.

“I have been wanting to taste you ever since I saw you. Spread you on every surface in my house and lap you up until you drench my face with your cream.”

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