GETTING THE HEART OF THE CEO

In the Pratt mansion’s room, Lindsey nestled into her husband’s chest, sobbing. She began recounting her reunion with her sister and the deplorable state she found her in.

“My little doll, we’re all here to support you. You know you can count on me for anything you need,” he reassured her.

“Yes, dear, I know that,” she lifted her face, and he captured her lips. A passion war had begun, and both were in the peak of their marriage.

A month passed. A woman was perplexed in her apartment, holding a pregnancy test in her hand. She didn’t know what to do, and tears started flowing freely.

Janna had no partner, only a person who turned to her when either of them needed the warmth of the other. She didn’t know how to define their relationship; there were no rules or jealousy. In the outside world, they were like strangers, but within the intimacy of four walls, they shared even their deepest secrets.

She threw herself on the bed, reminiscing about how her sexual life started two years ago.

Janna took the private elevator at Pratt Enterprises, heading to the president’s office to deliver some documents to Kyle. When the elevator was about to close, Freed stuck his hand in and entered with his charming smile.

“Hello, Janna! You look great,” he, a solitary playboy who only lived in the moment with passing women, was happy without commitments.

“Fine! I’m here to bring some documents to your boss. How’s the headache of some women?” she whispered teasingly.

Freed burst into laughter. “You know me; I’m not a one-woman man. Janna, since I’ve known you, I haven’t seen you with a partner.”

“The right one hasn’t come yet, but before that happens, I decided to gain some experience.”

Freed squinted his eyes, with an animated smile, he said, “If you want, I can be your teacher. When your true love arrives, you’ll know how to seduce him.”

“Funny! I don’t need the services of an offered pick-up artist,” she playfully pushed him.

The elevator was reaching the president’s floor when the lights went out. Suddenly it stopped, and they were in the dark. Janna panicked; she felt like she was running out of air.

“Don’t panic, woman! They’ll get us out of here soon,” he touched the emergency button.

Janna started moving around, annoying him with her movements. Fed up, he impulsively took her hand and pressed her against the wall.

“Can you stay still? Your attitude is bothering me.”

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He held her in his arms, staring into those scared puppy eyes. Without thinking, he kissed her. She tried to push that mass of muscle that seemed like a statue.

Freed was captivated, devouring her mouth like the most delicious dessert he had ever tasted. She let herself go until her lips swelled. With his breath ragged, he whispered to her.

“If your mouth is this exquisite, your body must be heavenly.”

Janna was blushing; this man caused palpitations in her intimate parts while her heart pumped rapidly.

Suddenly, they heard a noise, bringing them back to reality. The elevator lights turned on, and the doors opened.

Ignoring him, she escaped his clutches. With trembling legs, she walked out of the elevator, disappearing from Freed’s view.

Janna walked at an accelerated pace until she reached Rebecca; she felt her underwear soaked, gathering strength to speak.

“Hello, Rebecca! Is your boss in?”

Rebecca noticed her startled with red cheeks.

“He’s in a meeting.”

“Do me a favor, deliver these documents to him, and tell him they’re from Sussan. Any comments he has to add, ask him to communicate with her.”

Rebecca reached out and took the document without taking her eyes off the girl.

“What happened, Janna? You look pale.”

“Oh, nothing. I got scared when the lights went out, that’s all.”

Janna smiled at her, turned, and didn’t see anyone in the hallway. She sighed in relief, not encountering the cause of her nerves.

She bid farewell to Rebecca, walked back to the elevator, went straight to the parking lot, searched for the car keys in her purse. As she was taking a few steps, she heard,

“In your apartment or mine?”

She turned her head to see Freed behind her. A shiver ran through every hair on her body, and from her throat came out like a chorus.

“In mine.”

“I’ll follow you!” Freed was burning with desire for this woman; he wasn’t going to let her escape so easily.

Janna turned towards her car, got in, regret filled her mind.

‘If I tell him no, oh God! What mess have I gotten into?’ She started her car straight to her apartment. Upon arrival, she parked in her spot, noticed that he had already parked. She waited for him to appear, and nothing. She looked for him with her eyes and didn’t see him. She decided to go up to her apartment. When the elevator doors opened on her floor, there he was with a huge smile, waiting for her. She walked in his direction.

“Freed, I think this is a mis…,” she couldn’t finish the word because her mouth was assaulted, leaving her breathless.

She opened the door as best as she could; this man had her wrapped in his strong arms. Without stopping invading her mouth with his tongue, Freed eagerly devoured his prey, lifted her in his arms, and carried her to the bedroom. Janna was immersed in the pleasure that this mouth was giving her and the uncontrolled thrusts of this man. Sweaty and exhausted, they lay down next to each other.

“Freed, that was truly wonderful. Thanks for being my teacher. I now know how to handle a man in bed,” she said playfully, aware that it was just pure sex.

Freed looked at her naked body with tenderness.

“Janna, this was just the beginning. I still have to teach you many things. Your first time was gentle; for our next encounter, I’ll give you an intensive course.”

“That sounds perfect. Teach me whatever you want. I’ll be your student in bed. When the man of my life comes, I’ll please him like a goddess in bed.”

Freed didn’t say anything; he didn’t like hearing that she would enjoy his teachings with someone else in bed. From that moment, a friendship of four walls grew between them, without attachments, where games and eroticism consumed them in bed.