Page 4 of Summoned by the CEO (Curvy for Keeps)

Or maybe Iamcrazy, and she’s as fucking crazy as I am.

Now I know the crazy-train has left the station, and so without any more hesitation, without any more second-guessing, without giving a fuck that there are three cameras silently recording every word, every breath, every sound, every sight, I step forward, lean in, and kiss her.

I kiss her.

By God, I kiss her.

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ANGIE

Ohmygod he’s kissing me, comes the thought just as Aran Archer’s warm lips smother mine, just as his big hands cup my soft cheeks, just as his masculine scent overwhelms me like a drug. He’s kissing me and I’m . . . I’m . . .

I’m kissing him back!

I try to say something but Archer pulls me up off the chair and pushes his tongue deep into my mouth, fisting my hair with one hand, cupping my ass with the other, grinding his crotch into mine as I almost collapse from the ferocity of his advance, the fury of his need, the dominance of his touch.

Somewhere in the back of my mind I know the cameras are running, and for some sick, twisted reason that sends my arousal spiraling upwards even more until my panties are soaked, my pussy is dripping, my nipples are hard and pointy like arrowheads.

“The cameras,” I murmur, breaking from the kiss but unable to break from his clutches. “We need to . . . to . . . oh, God, what are you doing?”

I gasp as Archer slides his hands up beneath my black skirt, raising it up over the curve of my rump. He grabs the waistbands of my panties and my tights and effortlessly rips them down the middle as I cry out in shock at his strength. The crazy thought that these are my favorite panties whips through me like my life is flashing before my eyes and I’m about to die or something.

“Those tights cost almost forty dollars,” I mutter in my madness as my boss’s rough fingers spread the smooth cheeks of my buttocks and touch me where I’ve never been touched. My mind is mush and my body is no better. I’m leaning into Archer’s hard, massive body, completely helpless even though I’m the furthest thing from some helpless chick. I don’t know what’s happening to me, but it’s happening and I can’t stop it.

I won’t stop it.

“Fill out an expense report,” Archer growls into my hair as he claws at my ass and grinds his heavy erection into my crotch that’s barely covered by the remnants of my panties and tights. “Which I’ll reject, of course.”

“Ohmygod, youwouldreject it, wouldn’t you? I heard you’re ruthless when it comes to keeping costs down at Archer Industries,” I say with a gurgling noise that starts as a giggle but quickly transforms to a moan.

“What else have you heard about me?” Archer whispers, kissing my lips once more and then turning me around and pushing me down on his desk with a mixture of gentleness and force that makes me gasp again. “On your back, please. Legs up. Here we go. Oh, fuck, yes. You’re so damned gorgeous, Angie. I want to lose myself between those legs. Taste those thighs. Lick you until my desk is shining with your wetness. Lie back. Now, please. Do it. Do what I say.”

Before I know it I’m on my back on my boss’s desk, feet up on the smooth, polished walnut finish, thick thighs spread for his hungry tongue. I’m doing what he says even though I swear it’s not like me, that this is thelastthing I imagined myself doing, that in my wildest dreams I couldn’t have predicted what was gonna happen when I saw a meeting notice from Aran Archer and spent the entire morning wondering what the hell I did to get called to the big boss’s office.

But I’m no longer concerned with what I did or even what I’m doing right now.

Because I’m overwhelmed by whathe’sdoing.

“Oh, shit,” I groan, my body tensing up as Archer pulls the tatters of my tights and panties off me until I’m bare-ass naked from the waist down, my slit spread wide as he holds me down on the desk and sniffs my crotch like an animal breathing his mate’s scent. I almost come just from the sensation of his warm breath ruffling the delicate hairs lining my dark nether lips, and the moment Archer starts to nuzzle my wet crotch and lick me with long, forceful strokes, Idocome.

I come like a whore, like a slut, like a woman owned and possessed, dominated and claimed, out of her mind and out of her body. A woman out of control. A woman in . . . in . . . in love?

The thought makes me come again, and I reach down and grab Archer’s thick dark hair as he drives his stiff tongue so deep into my cunt I feel like I’m being fucked. I scream as he reaches beneath me and cups my asscheeks, raising my hips and eating me out with such fury I’m almost delirious with ecstasy.

“I love you,” he’d told me after calling me into his office and unflinchingly admitted that he’d been watching me for a month and decided I was his. And now the word love is going through my head too.

“This can’t be love,” I mutter, whipping my head from side to side as I thrash under Archer’s strong hold. “It’s obsession and loneliness, madness and insanity, lust and pent-up need. That’s not love. It can’t be love. If it’s love, then I don’t know what love means.

Maybe it means nothing at all, I wonder as I groan and gasp while Archer finishes me off with a kiss planted squarely on my hot, throbbing slit. Then he stands upright and whips his shirt off, unbuckles and unzips, pulling down his black silk underwear and releasing his cock that’s so long, thick, and hard I just stare in shock.

My vision blurs even as the sheer physical presence of Aran Archer comes into supreme focus until his naked body is all I can see. His chest is heavy and broad, with pectorals like slabs of marble. His arms are thick like tree-trunks, with veins popping all over his bulging biceps and forearms, throbbing like snakes under his bronzed skin. I can see every muscle on his contoured torso, and I gasp as my gaze follows the masculine V of his narrow waist down to that beast of a cock that’s curved upwards in all its glory, oozing with pre-cum that drips gently off his swollen tip like dew from a log.

Archer’s balls are huge, heavy, full of his seed that I somehow know is about to go into me, deep into me, filling me like the rain fills a valley. I don’t even understand what’s bringing out these thoughts in me, but for some reason I think back to what Archer said about how a million years ago he’d have grabbed me by the hair, dragged me back to his cave, and plunged that cock into me again and again until I popped out his caveman babies just like nature intended.

I stare in utter disbelief as Archer slides me farther down along his huge desk and clambers up with me. He’s on his knees, holding my legs apart and looking into my eyes with an unwavering gaze that makes me wet again, makes me hot again, makes me . . . makes me believe.

“Thisislove,” he says with a confidence that’s so sincere, so strong, so full of truth that I almost cry, almost break, almost believe that itcanbe love just because he said so. “You’re not my whore or my slut or a meaningless fling. You’re my woman, Angie. You’re my woman, and you’re going to understand that in the most primal, fundamental way. You feel it in your body, sense it in your soul, hear it in your heartbeat. Now shut your fucking brain off and let me take you the way a man takes his woman, the way an animal takes his mate. Now say you love me, Angie. Say it now. Fuckingsayit!”

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