Dad's CEO Boss: An Instalove Possessive Age Gap Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 203)

by Flora Ferrari

  He’s standing in the door just enough to stop it from closing. To stop anyone else from interrupting us but most of all, to keep us together like this for as long as he can, which I have no problem with.

  I know in a second that I was wrong, that my imagination and low self-esteem, plus the lies of one person almost kept me from my destiny and I vow to myself and to Logan silently, to never let that happen ever again.

  When he does stop kissing me, I try to speak, but he won’t let me.

  His fingers on my lips and his forehead pressed against mine. The man is crouching over so much just to reach me he must be in agony.

  “I’m taking you away from here, Chrissy, no arguments. If I didn’t make it clear enough… I love you and I want to make you mine, mine alone and all mine.”

  I stab a short nod in agreement, shivering a shorter breath before he seals both our fates with another of his powerful kisses.

  If I was a cat I’ve used up life number two… and I know where I want to spend all of number three.

  Forever…

  Still kissing me, holding me so close I can feel his heart pounding against my own body, I feel the elevator start to go down and although I never want this moment to end, I know that Logan Parker is taking charge now.

  No more games.

  No more doubts.

  I feel my heart flutter so fast against my ribs I feel like it will burst, but with each wave of virginal anxiety I have, there’s an equally stronger yearning to have this huge hunk of a man inside me, working this magic on a whole new level.

  I feel the elevator finally stop and somehow know we’re all the way down at the bottom. The ground floor.

  The door opens wide and the sounds of the huge foyer fill the small space which is made smaller by Logan’s large frame.

  He only looks at me intensely, pecking my lips one more time before he takes my hand in his and leads me out of the elevator, I hear my inch high heels clipping across the marble and gradually getting louder as I become aware it’s the only sound before we get to the vast front doors of Logan Industries.

  Every single person has stopped and turned to look at us.

  There’s nobody within a five-mile radius who doesn’t know Logan from his picture, from his huge presence.

  To see him crossing the floor to leave his own building with a girl like me… it’s a good thing the media’s packed up and gone home.

  Good thing the world record people aren’t anywhere nearby.

  But I can tell Logan doesn’t care and neither do I.

  I’m hand in hand with the man I love, and I know he’s taking me someplace to prove it. To make it a permanent thing between us both.

  It could be my imagination, but I already decided there’s no more time for that, but it feels like even people on the street, the traffic itself stops as we both cross the street after the doorman tips his hat and wishes Mr. Parker a good afternoon.

  I’d cross burning lava for Logan, anything as long as I knew he’d have me, but I have to admit I’m a little surprised when his hand in mine leads me…

  Just across the street.

  Don’t get me wrong, I can see at once where we’re headed. It’s the most expensive hotel in the state, probably the most luxurious building in the country.

  A gently firm squeeze of his hand reminds me to keep quiet, not to say or do anything except follow his lead.

  The doorman of the hotel could be the same one from his own building, utterly shocked and warmly welcoming Mr. Parker to the hotel.

  The concierge has a similar reaction, then looks suddenly embarrassed, flushing bright red when Logan asks for the best room they have.

  The concierge goes from red to white in a second, without even checking his computer he knows he doesn’t have a spare room let alone the best in the hotel.

  Logan reads his mind, sighing briefly through his nose and drumming his huge fingers on the counter as he composes himself.

  “Mr. Parker… I’m so, so sorry… but-”

  Logan ignores him and starts telling me something.

  “Y’know, Chrissy? I know the owner of this hotel, the worldwide chain, he keeps begging me to buy from him… I think I just decided to help him out with that, but now this young man’s telling me I can’t even get a room in my own hotel?”

  A manager appears, relieving the concierge, and after a two-second phone call, we’re being shown up to what must be the presidential suite.

  Logan practically slams the door in the guy’s face, his hands on my chest in an instant, and as I hear myself moaning with pleasure, relief, and excitement, I can see the name of the man I know I love in fifty-foot high letters on the building across the road.

  Chapter Twelve

  Logan

  I know she wants to say sorry. I know she wants to tell me a million other things, but I don’t need to hear it.

  I never need the most perfect person alive to apologize for anything.

  Not ever.

  She’s perfect and she came back to me, that’s all that matters.

  If anyone’s sorry, it’s me. For letting her out of my sight for two minutes, not something I plan on doing anytime soon or ever again.

  The only thing that needs doing is her, and I know I don’t have to hide my animal desire for her anymore, both of us wanting just one thing now.

  Knowing we won’t be disturbed should slow us down, but the look in her eyes is as intense as the hardness I have for her, needing to fill her with it.

  Needing to claim her now, putting every other doubt or circumstance out of both our minds.

  Holding her close isn’t enough, and I left her up again, something I can feel is our instant favorite position.

  It means I can hold her, hug her, and have her receptive mound grinding against my aching cock at the same time. I walk us both through to the main bedroom, wanting this to be special.

  Wanting this to be right.

  The same magnetism that’s brought us together, finds us the bed while our mouths are locked onto each other’s.

  Her rising breath and whimpering moans as her hands claw at my jacket tell me there’s no time for anything else.

  Her hands pull my jacket off my shoulders, and mine are busy hitching her skirt, only pulling her panties to one side with a loud tear as we both gasp again.

  I lay her down on her back on the bed, flicking my jacket and pulling at my shirt, when something floats down between us, like a feather.

  The photo from her file.

  It lands square on her heaving belly, her own image facing me as she looks down at it.

  “It’s the only photo I looked at from those files, Chrissy,” I tell her. “It’s the only one I needed to see, making me realize how much I want you. Need you.”

  “Take me, Logan,” she says, starting to squirm and writhe on the bed like a woman possessed, only opening her eyes to meet mine as I gently pull her legs open after sliding out of my pants. My hardness bobbing against my abs as a thick clear line of precome runs from me.

  I peel off her skirt as she strips herself out of her blouse and bra, and in seconds we’re both naked, my body pressed hard up against her sweet softness.

  Her photo pressed somewhere between us, reminding me to keep it forever after today.

  As if I wasn’t going to already.

  I still can’t believe how beautiful she is and want to explore every inch of her, but that look she has, the shivering of her body tells me how close she is already.

  How close we both are.

  Her hands both press up onto my chest and her eyes finally widen, waking her from her dreamy look as she starts to feel her way across my own nakedness.

  My own hands find her soft smoothness and hers start to claw lightly at my tensing chest, then abs as she works her way down to what I know she wants most of all.

  “We can go slow,” I tell her, realizing just how tight she’s gonna be once her hands settle around my shaft and start circling her drenched p
ussy with it, moaning louder with each pass across her thickening clit.

  “After… right now… I need this…” she sighs, and gripping me harder she starts to feed me inside her, lifting her hips and wincing for just one second before lifting her legs higher as I fill her in one smooth motion, making us both moan loudly.

  Clenching my jaw, I grip her tighter and rush to meet her mouth with mine. It’s our first kiss with me inside her and I don’t want to miss this memory, like the photo, something I’ll keep forever, I know it.

  She’s so tight, but instead of feeling like we’re both gonna finish before we start, something relaxes between us both, like we’re finally joined and there’s nothing to stop us from enjoying each other now.

  As soon as I find her limit, as she takes all of my length she can, we both discover that new, special place that feels like a key in a lock. The instant pleasure we both feel is so intense that we both gasp again and I hold her face as I look deep into her eyes.

  “This,” I tell her, “I want this with you, always Chrissy.”

  Her head nods and we’re kissing again, everything feeling like the first time I kissed her not so long ago. Every kiss feeling like that first kiss.

  But Chrissy surprises me.

  My girl wants to fuck and she starts to work herself onto and over my tool like nothing I could ever have imagined.

  Virgin, huh?

  I think she’s spent a long time rehearsing for this moment in her mind. I know I have and between the two of us, we soon find out that wild love is just as sweet as the slow and gentle kind I know I’ll spend the rest of today making with her.

  “I thought I was the wild one,” I growl in her ear, moaning again as she bucks harder against me, thrusting her hips so hard against me and gripping my thighs with hers.

  Making me thankful for a real woman, someone who I can grab hold of. Someone who can take the size and hardness of my body pounding against theirs.

  Shifting myself up onto my knees and gripping those perfect hips as hard as I dare, I start to thrust harder, with one hand eventually finding her ass and giving it an equally hard squeeze.

  “Tell me what you want Chrissy… tell me how you want it,” I command her, feeling my hardness kicking up a notch, my balls rising up as I push deeper than ever into her.

  “I want you to come inside me, Logan… fill me up with your babies… with… our… children…” she stammers. Each word interrupted by my balls slapping against her fine ass, her eyes starting to roll back, and then finally her wish comes true, and I come like never before.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chrissy

  I could look at Logan naked all day. Feeling him naked though, it drives me so wild, makes me only want him inside me so much, I don’t know how it happened or what I did to deserve this.

  I should be shy, reserved, and even embarrassed, especially embarrassed.

  But the way Logan looks at me, the things he tells me, and the fact I can see how much he’s getting off on me as much as I am on him… it brings out a side of me that almost scares me.

  Except it isn’t scary, it’s beautiful.

  Without him even telling me, I know why Logan’s worked so hard and why he’s always alone.

  Something in his eyes, past his passions and his energy, screams the fact that the man’s never had a family. That he’s always been a lone wolf.

  I know I want to change that, I know I want to be the one who makes his lonely days and nights leave forever.

  I want him inside me, his seed inside me.

  Our family inside me.

  Our future, together, forever.

  I’m bucking hard against him when I tell him so… maybe not in so many words, but I think he gets what I mean and it feels like something’s let loose inside of him.

  That he finally understands what I really want, beyond the man, the money, and anything else most people see when they see Logan.

  I see the father of my children, my new best friend, and our protector… and once I tell him what I want, I see the man who I know can pleasure me like nothing on earth.

  I fight to keep my eyes open, to keep them on Logan, but I can feel his own climax starting to rise up and mine rushing to meet his.

  My whole body is taken over as his hands grip me tighter, his breath quickening as he growls deep and low.

  If what he did to me on his desk with his tongue was magic, then this is everything taken to a whole new level.

  I feel it pulsing from deep inside me, joining his smooth hardness and then radiating out from both of us at the same time something else is rushing forward.

  I call out his name, gripping the sheets first, and then his body, my nails digging into his solid flesh as he moans louder, finding my face with his hands and I open my eyes to rest on his.

  A shudder ripples through us both and we gasp in unison. I can read disbelief on Logan’s face, but it’s only the same feeling I have inside me, something so grateful that anything so powerful could even be possible between two people.

  It feels like the whole world disappears, and it’s just Logan and me, a perfect knot of each other for what seems like forever.

  I gradually become aware of his kiss, and aware of my own body again, feeling his rock hard body pressing against mine.

  “Wow,” is the best I can manage, and I laugh a little, at myself.

  Logan stays inside me for as long as he can, then he holds me as we lay on the bed, he brings the covers over us both and we lay still just listening to each other breathe while he strokes my hair, kissing my head every now and then.

  There’s no need for us to say anything, and every time I do feel like saying something, Logan just strokes my arm or kisses my head again.

  It’s the happiest, most carefree I’ve felt in my life so far, and somehow I just know Logan feels exactly the same.

  Despite myself, I fall asleep and wake up only once I hear a phone ringing somewhere not too far away out in the suite.

  Logan hasn’t moved an inch and I look up, seeing his eyes on me, his lip curled in a satisfied smile.

  “I fell asleep,” I say softly, hoping I didn’t snore.

  “I know,” Logan says and I know he’s been holding me, watching me, the whole time.

  “You have to get that?” I ask, hearing the phone ringing out again.

  He just shrugs gently. “I knew they’d start sooner or later, can’t escape it really… But I really just want the rest of today to be about us, how about that?” he asks and I nod dreamily in agreement.

  Logan looks away, a darkness in his expression that makes me grip him.

  “What is it?” I ask him, sitting up, hoping I’m not keeping him from anything important, but he reassures me it’s not that.

  “I’m just thinking Chrissy… It’s only been one day, I know… but I already feel like I could just let the company go for good. This feels more like something I want do all day, every day,” he adds, squeezing me again and kissing me hard before groaning when we both hear the phone again.

  “You should get that,” I tell him. “And don’t go changing anything on my account, you’ve worked hard for your business, nothing wrong with keeping it,” I suggest.

  “That board,” he sighs. “They’ve been trying to get rid of me for years and now I have the gut feeling they’re about to succeed, may as well just give ‘em what they want,” he muses.

  For some reason, I feel myself getting angry. Not angry at Logan, or with his ideas, but with those other men.

  Those board members and everybody in the world like them. Nasty people who just always seem to want to do nasty things.

  “You can’t quit anyway,” I protest, softly punching his abs and marveling at how muscular this man is all over, every single inch of him is pure muscle.

  “Father-Daughter week’s only started and…” but I can’t finish what I thought I wanted to say.

  My dad…

  It doesn’t take a genius to read my thoughts
, and I can see Logan’s drifting to the same topic, making him puff his cheeks and blow out a long breath.

  “Just us today, okay?” he asks, pulling a smile, and I agree if only to push the thought further to the back of my mind.

  Not even wanting to think about my dad, even though he’s all I can think about suddenly.

  I still don’t know whether to be relieved or terrified that I’m not just a girl anymore. I’m an actual woman.

  In bed with the sexiest man alive, adoring him and feeling adored too.

  “What shall we do then?” I ask him, not meaning to sound so innocent, and squealing when I feel his huge hand slip between my legs.

  I couldn’t have thought of anything better myself…

  Chapter Fourteen

  Logan

  Knowing Chrissy is mine now, showing her and telling her a thousand different ways, as I make love to her the way I know she deserves for the rest of the afternoon…

  I lay back, hearing her in the bathroom, doing ‘what girls need to do’ in private while I go over her face and body all over again in my mind.

  It’s the greatest thing I’ve achieved so far. Finding someone who makes me feel this way, finding someone I know feels exactly the same without even having to ask or be told.

  I hear the shower running, but decide to let Chrissy be until she calls for me, or until I can’t help myself and join her, whichever comes first.

  It’s only a few minutes since she left the bed, but picturing her naked with water running over her has made me hard again as quickly as my heart can beat.

  All the usual thoughts try to crowd my mind, the company… the board… it’s a nervous habit I’ve developed, like a twitch. Always thinking about things, trying to stay one or two steps ahead of everything else.

  But with Chrissy, I can breathe easy.

  I can actually breathe for what feels like the first time in my life.

  Knowing she’s mine now, hearing her humming in the shower, it’s enough to push everything else to one side and make me think again about dissolving the whole company.