Her Innocent CEO: An Instalove Possessive Male Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 191)

by Flora Ferrari

  A thin line of dampness cutting through the sheer fabric between her thick thighs is enough to tell me what she wants, regardless of the danger.

  But here. Now?

  I’m up for it. We can talk later and right now it feels like actions are speaking louder than words.

  A low growl escapes me and I breathe in her sweet scent as I make my way up further between her thighs, my hands prying them apart now.

  “Sorry about that… where was I? Oh yes! Federal agent!” The voice cuts through the room again, making Jasmine jump and her legs clamp down on either side of my cheeks.

  The actual fuck?

  I struggle to remind myself where I am, what’s also happening at the same time as me just about to reach the holiest of holies with the one I know I’m bound to claim.

  Jasmine’s gasp is a mix of surprise but also arousal, and true to form, she does her best to try and get rid of this pesky agent whose slunk back into the reception area.

  “We’re conducting a search of the entire building,” he continues, ignoring Jasmine and moving straight through to the office behind her desk.

  I move back, but only to peer out past Jasmine’s legs, gripping them gently. Her hands keeping hold of my head tell me she’s not going to budge, not for anything.

  The guy I’m looking at is made of spaghetti. Stick thin and weasel features give him the right fit for his job.

  I can see him doing a brief sweep of the corner office, hearing him open the private bathroom door and the swishing of a curtain or vertical blinds here and there.

  Thorough.

  I wonder if they will check under…

  I have to duck my head back as his eyes nearly meet mine as he gets on all fours, staring with cold, gray eyes underneath the desk in the office behind Jasmine before he stands up, a small cry escaping his lips as he clutches his back.

  “Ms. Singleton is absent today,” Jasmine chimes and I hear the tip-tap of her keyboard as she pretends to work, but her thighs have opened slightly again, drawing me in and making me gnaw at my lip until I’m sure I taste blood.

  “She is?” Sloane winces, gingerly walking back to reception as I retreat all the way back to the cables and dust at the far end of Jasmine’s workstation.

  “I mean,” he adds, clearing his throat. “Of course she is, anybody could see that. We’re actually looking for Mr. Mapleton. You haven’t come across him today?” he asks, a tone of suspicion in his voice as he steps closer.

  Jasmine fills the space between me and fuck-knuckle perfectly. I can see his feet and hear him alright, but damn, if she doesn’t close those legs I’m not gonna be held responsible.

  “Mr. Mapleton?” Jasmine says, almost scoffing. “I’m sure he has better things to do, places to be than down here on fifteen.”

  “And what exactly is it you do down here… on fifteen,” Sloane asks, and I feel my hair bristling as he leans over Jasmine.

  My hands are fists in an instant, and despite my best efforts, I let out a low growl of warning.

  I’ll come out from under this desk and fuck him right up if he gets another inch closer to Jasmine, I swear.

  “What was that?” Sloane clips, his whole body stiffening and I hear him wince again under the pinching of his sciatic nerve or whatever he’s dislodged.

  “Lunchtime,” Jasmine says and I can sense her rolling her eyes, and checking her nails as she stifles a yawn, but she doesn’t move an inch.

  She won’t let this Sloane character know I’m under her desk.

  She’s got that much sorted out.

  I watch Sloane’s feet move back. He sniffs and I can feel his eyes moving over Jasmine before they give the reception area and the office doorway a final once over.

  “Lunch,” he muses to himself. “Sounds like a good idea, but we have work to do.”

  His shoes move away, the sound towards the double doors, which he holds open for a moment before disappearing.

  “Don’t leave the building, Ms...?” Sloane asks.

  “Tate,” Jasmine says in her best professional tone.

  “Tate… Well. We’ll be questioning everybody at some point today, so the building’s on lock-down, hope you brought a sandwich.”

  In the seconds that follow I can only hear Jasmine’s heaving breath and then finally my own, as I exhale realizing I’ve been holding back a sneeze, a cough and another snarl for that prick Sloane the whole time.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Jasmine

  I wait as long as I can, but I have to know what’s going on, as well as needing to prove it really is Maddox Mapleton between my legs under my desk.

  His head appears and I hold his face in both my hands. His low growl has started something I don’t think I can stop.

  I’ve never felt this, nothing like it… I’m assuming he knows how to finish what he’s started.

  “This building,” he says, clenching his jaw as he forces his own attention to the situation. “It’s crawling with federal agents, I.R.S. and who knows what else. I came here because…” he continues, but I watch my finger press against his lips.

  “You need to hide,” I murmur. But I know it goes a lot further than that.

  “We need to leave, but I…” he starts to say again, when the doors swing open again and there’s three men alongside Sloane now.

  Badges out, eyes narrowed.

  “Ms. Tate,” one says, the boss. Matter of fact before putting his nose an inch from mine as I only just manage to push Maddox’s head back under the desk.

  “We’re here to execute a federal warrant,” the man continues in a thick accent. I notice one of his cobalt eyes is milky, blind most likely. And he has the most atrocious breath.

  “We’ll be waiting right outside while you have your… lunch… before we question you any further,” he grins, his eyes darting towards a section of empty space under my desk before turning on his heel and they all leave again, forming a line of shadows across the frosted glass doorway.

  “You were saying,” I murmur, letting Maddox know in a whisper we’ve been barricaded in.

  Trapped.

  But his hands on my thighs again, that low sound. It’s like the man has no fear of anything and he knows exactly what he wants.

  “This,” he says in a low grinding whisper, parting my legs slightly again and inhaling deeply. “This is what I want.”

  I open my mouth but nothing comes out, only a dry squeak.

  “You’re mine now, Jasmine. Understand? Mine!” he insists, and clutching me tighter I can only nod, fighting the urge to beg him to put his face against my sex which feels like it’s about to explode if he doesn’t.

  I feel his huge hands move from my legs to each side of my chair as his knuckles stiffen against the plastic so hard I think it’ll break.

  “We need a place to stay, just a few days. You and me. What D’you say?”

  He’s pushing my chair back and I think about my apartment.

  God, my apartment. I feel embarrassed enough to live there myself, let alone take anyone I was going to…

  I feel my head shaking in the negative.

  Then I remember.

  “Ms. Singleton. She keeps a suite… for corporate clients,” I stammer under my breath, hoping she hasn’t taken the hotel key card with her on her two days off.

  “She does?” Maddox asks, his face coming into the light as he presses a button underneath the desk, snapping the reception doors locked.

  The shadows flinch, but I notice two shrug and they resume their stance, waiting.

  Buying us some time, I hope.

  “Show me,” he growls, and keeping himself low behind the reception desk, we both make our way back into my boss’s office.

  I move to the windows, opening the blinds and spin on my heel when I hear the door click locked.

  My heart’s in my throat when I see the hungry look in Maddox’s eyes as they run up and down my body.

  Anyone else, I’d feel cheap, sleazy, but when Maddox Ma
pleton looks at you like that, with a thick line running up the middle of his Armani suit suit pants it’s far from cheap.

  “Key,” he demands, lifting his eyes only long enough to meet mine with a swift micro-smile before they start to trace over me all over again.

  It’s like his eyes have fingers, and each second his stare touches me I feel more and more of that inescapable pressure building up inside me.

  The pressure I know only he can release.

  I rifle through the boss’s drawers and finally locate the hotel key card, right at the back.

  A flash drive pops out with it, and for some reason I decide to hang on to it too.

  Might mean something if it’s stashed with the key.

  Might make Maddox proud of me, might not.

  Might make him mad and want to punish me.

  Jesus! What this man is doing to me. My mind’s sunk to a new and delightfully level that makes me want to be his vixen…

  I feel my mouth fixed in a menacing grin, my sweaty palms curling around the key card, when his hands on me from behind make me jump.

  “Good,” he croons softly into my ear. His lips shivering against the soft skin just behind my ear as I feel his body press against me from behind, drawing a whimpering sound from me.

  “Can I…? Can I call you Maddox, Mr. Mapleton?” I ask, my voice trembling in time with my knees, my nipples piercing my blouse and feeling like they’ll break if he doesn’t suck on them soon.

  He growls his reply, and I jump again when his huge hand closes over mine, taking the key card and flash drive.

  “We need to get out of here, Jasmine. I need you,” he whispers hoarsely and it’s too much.

  I feel my legs give out from under me, buckling when I become aware of his thick cock resting against the small of my back.

  His huge arms catch me, holding me up like I weigh nothing and despite my shy embarrassment, he seems more pleased than ever.

  “Hold that thought Jasmine. We’ll get to what you really need soon enough, for now I just need out of this building. Think you can manage that?”

  I stab a nod, my voice a low sound now. I’d walk through fire for this man, do anything he asked.

  As long as he touches me again.

  “Tell me,” he says abruptly, spinning me around while gripping my elbows to hold me up.

  “Does Ms. Singleton smoke?” he asks, making my face a puzzle but I nod.

  “Uh… yeah, she does,” I tell him, feeling a little stab of hurt he’d want to even talk about her.

  But his fingers stroke mine and he pulls me closer. He smells like a man should.

  Subtle but strong, sweet but spicy and something else… Money.

  He literally smells of money.

  Fresh, crisp bills.

  I dunno, for me it’s like gasoline. I shouldn’t like the smell but I just do. It does something to me.

  But even if he smelled like old gym socks, I couldn’t care less.

  Maddox Mapleton is the hottest man alive and his eyes are telling me he wants to do more than just hold my hand.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Maddox

  I don’t have much time, but for Jasmine… being with Jasmine. It feels like every second is forever and I just want more of her, forever.

  I’d happily stay in this office forever with her if I could, but we need to get moving.

  The fact she’s helped with a place for me to escape to, as well as showing me with her eyes and her body that she wants it. She wants me. She’s the all or nothing now.

  I only need to stay out of jail long enough so I can be with her.

  Business and money be damned.

  But if I can keep both…

  “Does she have a lighter somewhere?” I ask her, not wanting her to frown at the mention of Karen Singleton or anything else even for one second.

  “Filthy habit,” I murmur with a grin as Jasmine hands me a gold colored lighter from the same drawer the hotel key card came from.

  “Why do you need that?” Jasmine asks, reading the new mischief in my eyes.

  I press my own finger to my lips thoughtfully and walk briskly back to her desk long enough to fetch my laptop, then stride back into Karen Singleton’s office, flipping open the screen and bringing up the building’s control panel.

  “We need a way out,” I remind her. “And it’s probably easier to only saturate one floor of the building,” I muse to myself, shutting down all the automatic fire sprinklers on every floor except ours.

  “Perfect!” I mutter to myself, but feel Jasmine’s eyes on me.

  Concerned.

  “Umbrella?” I ask her, scanning the room but not seeing anything of much use.

  I see the light go on in Jasmine’s eyes and she opens a closet next to the bathroom door, producing two umbrellas.

  “Atta girl!” I tell her, smiling wide and feeling my heart lift as she smiles back.

  She has great teeth, and she looks even more like a goddess when she’s smiling.

  Note to self: Keep her smiling.

  The sound of the doors at reception rattling, then being pounded on interrupts us both.

  Jasmine’s eyes grow wide with fear, and I realize it’s not a look I like on her. It doesn’t suit her to be afraid or worried.

  “Looks like our friends want to play already,” I growl, and giving Jasmine instructions to open the doors on my cue, I tell her to tell them she had to use the ladies.

  “It’s why you locked the door,” I prompt her, relieved when she nods, having caught on.

  “Here,” I tell her, handing her one of the umbrellas. “You might want this.”

  She moves quickly back to her desk and I hang back in the doorway to the bathroom in her boss’s office.

  On my command, she unlocks the frosted glass doors, and four guys come spilling in, demanding to know why she locked them out.

  Explaining it only as a woman knows how, they’re all pretty ashamed of themselves and apologize to her, which is nice but not enough to save them from a soaking.

  Locking myself in the bathroom, I stand on the edge of the toilet seat, lighting the lighter and holding the flame to the sprinkler in the ceiling.

  In seconds the heat ruptures the valve and the alarm sounds, a deafening high pitch siren that’s made all the more annoying by a torrent of water spraying from above.

  I’m drenched in seconds but grabbing my umbrella, I pop it open and use it as a shield to cover me until I make it back to Jasmine.

  Our four friends are taken by surprise, but are more surprised to see two figures bustling past them with umbrellas in the chaos as they radio for help.

  “Gentlemen,” I say to one of them, nudging past as I shield Jasmine from them all with my body, opening the private elevator again which will takes us straight down and out of the building.

  It all happens so quickly, so perfectly, that before anyone even knows what’s happened, both Jasmine and I have left the floor and are plummeting in silence towards the basement.

  “You have a car?” I ask her, realizing I forgot earlier.

  She nods her head, water spraying from her hair as she folds up her umbrella, signaling me to do the same.

  “It's bad luck,” she scolds me, and I wince, folding up the umbrella and tossing it to one corner of the elevator.

  “I’m parked about a half a block away,” she tells me as the doors open.

  The basement parking lot is full of cars, but no people. The sounds of the alarm are in full swing and there’s some commotion out on the street.

  “Lead the way,” I tell her, and making sure I still have my laptop and my pockets full of cash, I take in another view of her fine heart shaped ass as it moves away from me, drawing me to it like a magnet as I pick up speed just enough to keep up but stay behind her far enough to keep watching her move.

  Everyone on the street is heading towards the building, looking up and pointing, filming a whole lot of nothing on their phones.

  The bes
t cover in a getaway, I tell myself, is an accident or at least a fake one.

  Nobody rushes to help or get involved, but everybody wants to come and take a look.

  For now, all eyes are up and away from us as the helicopters start to circle the roof of the building again.

  True to her prediction, it’s not far and soon enough we’re both heaving, a little breathless but mostly from excitement as she fidgets for the keys to start her small hatchback which I fill almost completely.

  I’m not sure if she’s laughing at me looking so ridiculous doubled over or for the simple fact we got away.

  Either way, I’m glad to hear her laughing and can’t help but join in a little myself.

  “Let’s so!” I call out to her, pointing straight ahead. Not wanting to spend one more second squashed inside her car, but happy to spend any amount of time in her company.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Jasmine

  The freezing water is more of a shock to the feds in their cheap suits than the sudden sight of two people pushing past them with umbrellas.

  It all only takes a few seconds, which I know is all Maddox needs to get us out and past them to his elevator, which looks just like another panel in the wall.

  I’ve never even noticed it before.

  Everything he does seems to have purpose, like he just knows everything will work.

  Setting off a whole floor’s worth of fire sprinklers?

  Hey, it’s his building. He made the decision, not me. It’s a hell of a reason to skip off work too.

  And I’m glad he did. Apart from being a little soaked, we’re out of the building in no time and hustling it to my car.

  I can feel Maddox watching me as I walk briskly the half a block. I’d normally feel self-conscious but his low sounds of satisfaction, and the fact he’s lagging just to watch my ass is a little flattering.

  Weird, but flattering.

  My car on the other hand…

  He’s a huge man. At least six foot five, maybe a tad more plus built like a linebacker.

  Without even flinching, he crams himself and his laptop into the front seat before he commands me to drive.

  To the hotel I know my boss uses to entertain her clients.