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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I take a screenshot of him to add to my hundreds of others.

He’s unbelievably gorgeous. I don’t know what this man did to obtain every one of his perfect features, but I imagine it must have involved a pact with the devil. It’s the only thing that could explain his insane level of hotness.

He’s a bit older than me. Thirty-seven—I Internet stalked him—and I’m only twenty-two, but that just makes him even hotter in my eyes. He’s accomplished so much and is so mature. How can any woman not prefer an older man?

I sigh as I sink into my chair, watching him with hearts in my eyes as Andrea rambles on about the agenda for the meeting.

One of my favorite Christmas songs, Baby, It’s Cold Outside, comes on and I imagine him singing it to me. I can picture it perfectly—the fire roaring, snow coming down in sheets of white, Christmas tree lit up, warm woolen sweaters, both of us looking hot, cheeks rosy from the wine, him asking me to stay the night, me pretending I don’t want to…

My hand slides down to the heat pulsing between my legs and I let out a little moan as I touch myself.

He’s watching me do it, completely oblivious to the effect he’s having on my body. If only he knew what he did to me. If only he knew how much I needed him.

“So, with that said,” Andrea says, ruining my little fantasy. “I’ll pass it over to Mr. King.”

My mouth becomes moist as I hear that deep sexy voice. It sends tingles running down my body.

He’s wearing his light grey suit, my favorite. No tie. Top few buttons undone, showing off the top of his beautiful chest. My fingertips tingle as I wonder what it would be like to unbutton that white shirt and slowly open it up, revealing his muscular chest and hard chiseled stomach.

I’d work my way down, slowly unbuttoning each one, knowing his long thick cock is getting hard as a rock for me.

He’s talking about quarterly numbers, but all I’m hearing is how much he wants me, how much he needs me.

“I want you to take off those sexy elf pajamas,” I picture him saying in that deep rich voice as my mischievous hand makes me moan. I’m rubbing myself as I fantasize about him watching me. “You’re my employee and that means I’m in charge of all of you. Even that wet little pussy of yours.”

I moan as I watch my gorgeous domineering boss speaking. He’s talking about the quarterly report, but that’s not what I’m hearing at all.

“Show me how wet you are,” he growls as his dark eyes bore into me. “Spread that soaked pussy for your boss.”

“Yes, sir,” I whisper as I rub myself harder, delving into the fantasy.

I double-check that my microphone is on mute and then I slide my pants down and put my feet on the desk, spreading myself right in front of Mr. King. He has no idea what he could be looking at. What I want him to see.

I shiver at the naughty feeling of it all, imagining it was real, imagining the dominating, commanding presence of my boss was actually in front of me, laying those possessive eyes on me in person.

“You’re soaked on company time, Miss Campbell,” he says with his sexy voice getting even deeper as he watches me rub my clit. “That is unacceptable, dirty girl. You must be punished.”

I drop my head back and moan as I find the right spot inside me that sends heat shooting from head to toe.

“Miss Campbell,” he says again. “Miss Campbell are you there?”

“She refuses to turn her camera on,” Andrea says.

“Shit!” I shout as I jump up, knocking a bottle of paint over onto my papers.

I yank my pants up as I fumble with my headset, panicking as I pick up the bottle and unmute myself.

“I’m here!” I say in a breathless voice. “I’m here!”

“Where were you?” Andrea asks in a tight voice. “What were you doing?”

All of the sixteen other boxes pop back onto my screen and they’re all staring at my little black box, wondering what is going on behind the darkness.

If they could see me, they’d see my hair in a wild mess, cheeks flaming red, black paint all over my hand, and a guilty shamed look on my face.

“What was the question again?” I ask in a shaky voice.

“This is why it’s company policy to have your camera on,” Andrea snaps. “You could be doing anything back there and we’d have no idea.”

“I’m sure Miss Campbell isn’t doing anything worth punishing,” Mr. King says with a sly grin.

My heart beats even harder at hearing my name on those sexy lips.

“Sorry again,” I say, trying to keep the breathlessness out of my voice. “My… dog was barking at the door.”


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