Unwrapping for the CEO Read Online Olivia T. Turner

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 21057 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
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He lives in the penthouse suite of a tall skyscraper overlooking Chicago. The view is incredible at night with all of the soft lights and the snow falling down. There are no outer walls—just floor-to-ceiling windows, so no matter where you are in the suite, there’s an amazing view waiting for you.

He puts his key on the shelf by the door and flicks a switch which turns on the fireplace. Everything is so perfect—the couches, the art on the walls, the roaring fire. The only thing missing is a Christmas tree.

“You don’t have any Christmas decorations,” I say with a gasp.

He chuckles when he sees the horrified look on my face. “If you want a tree, I’ll happily get one.”

“Oh, we’re going to need more than a tree,” I say with a grin. “This whole place needs an emergency Christmas makeover. I’m thinking stockings over that fireplace, garland wrapped around that column, Santa figurines on those shelves, and a big tall Christmas tree there… and there.”

“Two trees?”

“I have two trees and my whole apartment can fit in your foyer. You have no excuse, Mr. King.”

He grins as he starts walking over to me, that heated look back in his sexy brown eyes. “If it keeps you here with me over the Holidays, I’ll turn this place into the North Pole.”

“I’d like to see you dressed as Santa,” I say with a flirty smile. “I bet you look great in red.”

“And I bet you look great naked.” His strong hands grip my hips and I whimper as he pulls me against his hard body.

He smells so good—like all of my dirtiest fantasies come to life.

My lips part as I melt against him, my chin tilting up as I crave that warm mouth. I want him to kiss me. I want him to do so much more than kissing.

“Do you know what I’d like?” he says as those soft lips hover over mine.

“I’ll do whatever you like, Mr. King.”

Again, that sounded dirtier coming out of my mouth than it did in my head.

He lets out a low rumbling growl as his hands tighten on my hips. Feeling his strength on my skin sends a pulse of heat flowing between my legs. I’m so wet for him. I’m so ready for whatever he has planned.

“Good,” he says as he lets me go and walks over to the sleek bar area and pours himself a scotch. He pulls out his phone and turns some music on. It fills the penthouse with a sensual rhythm. It’s a sexy song—Love Is a Bitch by Two Feet.

I watch with my skin tingling as he takes a sip of his drink. He’s taking his time, torturing me, amping up the sexual tension as he slowly takes off his tie. He drapes it on the bar and then walks over to the chair beside the fire.

My heart pounds as he sits down and watches me with those dark ravenous eyes.

“Miss Campbell,” he says in a rich sexy voice. “I want you to dance for me.”

I gulp as I watch him sitting there, looking so powerful and dominant beside the roaring fire—tailored suit, perfect face, strong hand wrapped around his glass of expensive scotch. How could I ever resist him? How could I say no to any of his demands?

All I want is to please him. All I want is to make him obsessed with me.

“By the time the song is finished,” he says in a low controlled voice, “I want you on my lap. Naked.”

I swallow hard as he watches me, the shadows and orange glow of the fire dancing on the side of his face.

This is what you wanted. Make your man happy.

If I think too much, I’ll freeze up. So instead, I just start swaying my hips to the sensual beat. He sucks in a breath, that big massive chest moving up and down.

I close my eyes and lift my arms over my head, taking my hair up with it as I sway my hips, hypnotizing him with the sensual movement. He watches as I lick my lips and let my hair tumble down.

The room heats up as I grind my hips to the sexy carnal song. His eyes are locked on me, the hunger in them increasing with every movement I make.

“Very good, Miss Campbell,” he says in a deep throaty voice. “Now turn around.”

I slowly, sensually, turn around while swaying to the music. I arch my back and thrust my ass in the air while I bend in half, giving my boss an erotic show. I hear him moan as I grab the bottom of my dress and slowly pull it up my legs.

I dip my hands under my silky dress and slide my fingers under the elastic of my panties. I can feel the heat pulsing as I pull them down, letting the dress cover my x-rated parts.


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