CEO'd By Him Complete Series Box Set

by Nella Tyler

  “They’ll fix me up. I’ll just need a half hour or so to shower and braid my hair.”

  “Then that gives up plenty of time.” I tossed the phone back where I got it and ground my hips into her. She turned towards me and rubbed her hard nipples into my chest. I kissed her again, harder this time, and let one of my hands wander down between her legs. She was warm and soaking wet, and a gasp escaped her lips into my mouth as I slipped two of my fingers up inside of her. I felt her fingers claw their way down between us until they reached my cock. Her lips rolled across mine and our tongues twisted up as we masturbated each other. It’s usually not my favorite thing when I’m with a beautiful woman, but fuck, she’s good.

  I slid my free arm across her hip and grabbed a handful of her juicy ass. She broke our kiss and brushed her lips down my neck, stopping to take a bite of my shoulder. Her hand was still working magic on my cock and I was already on the verge of one hell of an orgasm. She suddenly used her free hand to push me on my back and then she let go of my cock and straddled me. She kissed me again while grinding her wet pussy into my throbbing erection before she slithered down my body and in one smooth motion, sucked my cock into her mouth. She had definitely done this before, more than once. Her lips felt amazing as she wrapped them around my head and continued working the shaft with her skilled hand. She wasn’t just working my cock. She was running her hand from the base of my abs, down my shaft, across my balls, and back up again while she licked and sucked. It was incredible. My body felt like it was on fire. I wasn’t going to last much longer. I didn’t pull out of her mouth because I honestly didn’t feel like stopping and putting on a condom.

  For some reason, the only woman I had ever trusted enough to have sex with without one was Summer. She told me she wouldn’t get pregnant and I believed her. I think part of me honestly didn’t care if she did. That should have scared me, but it didn’t. I felt a sharp pain in my chest at the thought of her and wondered if that was ever going to stop. I had an incredible woman…a fucking lingerie model with her lips around my swollen cock; Summer French should really be the furthest thing from my mind.

  Melinda stopped sucking and pulled her head up and looked at me. She smiled and pulled herself back up my body until she was sitting on top of my cock. I felt her reach down and start to slide it inside of her. It was tempting…I hate condoms. I want to feel that silky flesh – but I don’t want to be chained to this woman for the next eighteen years.

  “Condom,” I groaned out.

  “We don’t need one.”

  “Yeah, we do,” I grunted out as she gyrated her hips and pressed down into me. She rolled her eyes, but reached over and pulled open the drawer. We had used three the night before, so she already knew where they were. She ripped open the package with her teeth and had started to roll it over the head of my cock when the doorbell rang. “Fuck!”

  “Ignore it,” she said, continuing what she was doing. There was a pause and then a knock.

  “Damn! My family knows I got home last night. I better see who it is.”

  She pouted and climbed off of me. She dropped down on the bed. I stood up and found my shorts. I pulled off the condom and slid them on. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

  She cupped a breast in one hand and slid her other hand down between her legs and started humping it. “Hurry or I’ll finish myself.”

  With a growl, I grabbed a t-shirt and pulled it over my head. I closed the bedroom door just in case it was my mother or worse yet, my father at the door. The knocking stopped, so before I pulled it open, I was hopeful they had gone away. I almost got my wish and it would have been a cruel twist of fate if I had. When I opened the door, I saw Summer stepping onto the elevator. I wasn’t sure that I wasn’t dreaming. I felt an explosion deep down in my core when her eyes met mine and my whole body started to shake. “Summer?” She was still staring at me as the elevator doors slid closed. I was already at the door to the stairs when they slid back open.

  “Hi, Drake.”

  God, she’s beautiful. She looks…older or more mature, but otherwise the same. Her blonde hair was in a chunky side braid and the tips of it reached her waist. She was dressed in a skirt and blouse and a pair of short heels. She didn’t have any make-up on, but she didn’t need any. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. “What are you doing here?”

  She had stepped off the elevator, and I could feel the heat of her gaze as she took me in. “I was wondering if we could talk.”

  “Yeah, sure…” Fuck! I forgot Melinda. I can’t take Summer in there. “Let me get dressed and we’ll go have a cup of coffee or something.”

  She looked towards the apartment door and then back at my face. “I’m sorry. I don’t have a lot of time. I just took one day off work so I could do this. My bus leaves at one.”

  “You’re leaving again?”

  She nodded. “I’d really like to start at the beginning, though. Can we sit down inside for a minute?” I was racking my brain for a reason why we couldn’t…anything except the truth. The door was suddenly pulled open and there stood Melinda, in her lingerie. She looked at Summer and then they both looked at me. Melinda rolled her eyes and closed the door. Summer was still looking at my face. I felt it go hot and I had no idea what to say, how to fix this.

  “Summer, Melinda is just a friend.”

  She laughed. My heart feels like it’s going to explode and she’s laughing. When she stopped laughing she said, “It doesn’t matter, Drake. I didn’t honestly expect to come back nine months later and find you celibate. I guess I should have called.”

  I took a step towards her. She had that old familiar look in her eyes, like she was about to rabbit on me. I reached my hand out and she looked at it for a long time before finally reaching out for it. That crackle in the air was still there and as soon as we touched, it shot up my arm and adrenaline rushed through my veins. “I’m sorry.”

  She looked up at me sympathetically with her pretty eyes filled with tears. “Don’t be sorry. I’m sorry that I left without telling you. I’m sorry for everything.”

  “Why did you? I thought we had made up. That night with you, it was the best night of my life. Then I woke up and you were gone. Nobody knew or would tell me where you went. I was so worried.”

  “I know. I’m so sorry. At the time, I thought I was doing what was best. I just couldn’t accept help from you, Drake. I knew if I stayed, you would want to take care of me and you wouldn’t go do what you needed to do for yourself…”

  I’m not sure what the trigger was, but suddenly, I was angry. I just didn’t understand why she thought she got to make decisions about what was best for me. “Who do you think you are?”

  “I’m sorry?” she looked confused and I almost backed off, but I was too hurt and too angry. She was leaving me again and I was going to have my say before she did this time.

  “I said, who do you think you are? Who are you to decide what is in my best interest? Who are you to take away the one thing I wanted most in the world without at least discussing it with me?”

  “Like I said, I was doing what was best-”

  “For you, and for maybe what you thought was best for me. I’m not convinced you thought of me at all. You waited until you had money that you only earned because I helped you and then you just left.” All of these months of hurting inside and being afraid to let myself care about anyone or anything had come to a head and I was blaming Summer for all of it. I suppose that wasn’t fair, but at the moment, I didn’t care. “I felt like I did something wrong and all along, you were planning to leave no matter what I did. You were just waiting for that money.”

  “You didn’t do anything wrong. I wasn’t planning on leaving all along, either. It was kind of a spur of the moment decision. I would have just held you back and vice versa.”

  I had so much more to say about that, but I didn’t really have the energy. Instead, I asked, “Why did you come here today, Summer?”

  “Because Lance ca
me to see me.”

  I wondered if it would have killed her to lie just to spare my feelings. I used to admire her honesty, but like everything else, it was just pissing me off today. “So after almost a year, the reason you came to see me and explain to me why you completely devastated me was because Lance asked you to?”

  She looked down at the floor and after a long hesitation, back up at my face. I knew the one thing she couldn’t do was lie. “He said if I didn’t come here that he would tell you where to find me and you would come there.”

  I felt like she’d taken the knife she left in my guts nine months ago and twisted it. This entire time, I’ve felt like there was something else I could have done to keep her. I worried that when she left, I should have looked harder for her. I blamed myself for her leaving when all along, she was leaving, no matter what. “You spent your life with no one to be accountable to and honestly, so did I. The difference between us, Summer is that when we met, I was ready to change that, but you weren’t.”

  “We’re very different, Drake. For one thing, I didn’t have anything to offer you.”

  “I didn’t want anything from you besides you and I’m pretty sure I made that clear. For me, that was enough, but you didn’t trust me when I told you that.”

  “Forgive me, but trust isn’t something you find easily on the streets.”

  “Poor little homeless girl.” Sarcastic and rude, but she had it coming. She was using that excuse like a shield and I was tired of it.

  “Fuck you!”

  “Oh, now you’re mad? Is that righteous indignation I see? You’re a hypocrite, Summer.”

  One of the tears escaped and rolled down her cheek. I almost felt bad then. I reminded myself of how badly she hurt me so I wouldn’t give in to my sympathy. I wanted to hold onto the anger or I’d never finish telling her what I needed to say. I went on to tell her what I was thinking, “You use that homeless thing like a brick wall to keep anyone from getting close to you because you’re afraid. You’re afraid of intimacy. You’re afraid to change your life. You’re afraid you don’t have what it takes.”

  She visibly winced before turning and heading back towards the elevator. I almost let her go on that note just out of spite, but I knew if I did, it would be one more reason for me to obsess over her and I had to be done with this. “Summer.” She stopped, but she didn’t turn around and look at me. “I found your grandfather’s money.” My father’s attorney had just called me about it last week when I was in Hawaii. Summer’s grandfather’s attorney had passed away a few years ago, so tracking down who took over Wayne’s estate had been quite a feat.

  I saw her shoulders shake and then watched as she took a deep breath and stepped onto the elevator. She let the doors close between us without turning around to face me. I guess that’s for the best since seeing her only made me want her that much more.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  SUMMER

  “Are you sure you don’t want me to go with you?” Matt was lying on my bed watching me pack. He had his arm up over his head and his t-shirt had pulled up to show a slice of his flat belly. I wish he would stop that. Matt’s my best friend and I usually don’t think about him like that. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Maybe it has something to do with seeing Drake two weeks ago. If anything, that horrible experience should have turned me off of men for a while. Instead, I seem to be in a continuous state of horny. I almost want my virginity back – it was easier before I knew that I was missing.

  “I’m sure. You can’t afford two weeks off work.”

  “What did Jace say when you told him?”

  “What do you think? It was so laced with expletives that it was like one long fuuuuuuck!”

  Matt laughed and the muscles in his stomach rippled. Damn it, Summer! Stop looking at him like that, it’s incestuous, almost. “He’s got the hots for you.”

  I looked at him like he’d grown an extra head. “You’re insane. He hates me.”

  “There’s a fine line. He’s mad because he knows he can’t have you.”

  “Really, you think?”

  “Yeah, I’ve seen how he looks at you when you’re not looking. He wants you.” I thought about how angry Drake was with me when I saw him. Was he angry because he couldn’t have me? Was it about me or his ego? I doubted that Drake ever wanted anything or anyone he couldn’t have.

  “Whatever,” I rolled my eyes. “You can keep your clichés. He told me not to bother coming back to work. That doesn’t sound like a man who wants me.”

  “I’ll bet if you walked back in there, he’d take you in a heartbeat. He wants you, I’m telling you. I’m a man, I know these things.”

  I sucked in a dramatic breath and tried to look shocked as I said, “You’re a man?”

  He picked up a pillow off the bed and threw it at me. “Maybe I should prove it to you.” I was looking at his face when he said that, and he looked completely serious. Maybe we had both lost our minds. My eyes involuntarily went to his crotch. He had a visible erection. I told myself not to go there just before I heard myself say,

  “How would you do that? Are you going to show me your pee pee?”

  He busted up laughing. “My pee pee? No wonder you’re single.”

  I picked the pillow up and threw it back at him. “You’re single, too, and you couldn’t handle me.”

  “I know. Why do you think I’ve never made a pass?” He wasn’t laughing any longer. He had a lustful look on his face and I knew it wasn’t a good idea to continue this. Trying to lighten the mood before changing the subject, I said,

  “I wasn’t sure why you never made a pass. I thought maybe you were gay.”

  That brought him up off the bed. He grabbed me around the waist and threw me back on the bed. Then he straddled me and tickled me while I tried to fight him off. When he finally stopped, I realized that I was staring up into desire in his blue eyes and his now fully erect cock was pressing into my belly through his pants. “Summer.”

  “Don’t say anything else, Matt. Please. I’m sorry. You’re the only friend I have. I shouldn’t have played with you like that. We can’t do this.” He started to say something and then changed his mind. He stood up off of me and headed for the door. “Matt, are you upset with me?” He had every right to be. I was horny and hadn’t thought about the consequences of flirting with him. I did have to think about what they would be if I slept with him. More than likely, I’d lose my best friend, and I wasn’t willing to risk that.

  He stopped and turned around to look at me. He didn’t look angry or even particularly hurt as he said, “No, Summer. I started that.”

  “No, I did.”

  He smiled. “We are a lot alike, and it’s why we make such good friends. Whoever started it, I’m sorry. The truth is, I’ve been attracted to you since day one. I never acted on before because I could tell right off the bat you were hurting over someone. Then you told me about your surfer, and I saw how much you still loved him. I didn’t want to be your rebound guy, but I was hoping…” He stopped there and shook his head.

  “What were you hoping, Matt?”

  He took a deep breath and breathed it out slowly before saying, “I’m ashamed of myself, but I was hoping you got the closure you needed when you went to see him a couple of weeks ago.”

  I smiled at him. I love this man. I wish I could be in love with him, but he’s right about us being a lot alike. Even if we decided to try it, it would probably never work. “You don’t have any reason to be ashamed of yourself.”

  “Yes, I do,” he said. “When you came back so hurt and angry, I was glad. I mean, I wasn’t glad you were hurting, but I was glad you hadn’t made up with him. I know you’re still in love with him, so what kind of asshole best friend does that make me?”

  I went over to him. I wanted to hug him or touch his face but I wasn’t sure if that would make things worse so I didn’t do, either. “You’re not an asshole, at all. You’re one of the best men I’ve ever known and I’m
proud to call you my best friend. I have so much respect for you. I admire and appreciate your honesty. I love you, and I honestly wish I was in love with you sometimes. I look at you like I did today and I think about how hot you are and I want you. But thankfully, my rational side is still stronger than my hormones. I don’t ever want to do anything to screw up our friendship.”

  He grinned. “So you don’t believe in friends with benefits, I’m guessing?”

  I couldn’t help but smile back at him. “No, but if I did, you would be the first to know.”

  He was the one to touch then. He put his hand on the side of my face and for a second, I thought he was going to try and kiss me. His own rational side seemed to kick in then and he said, “Holler at me when you’re ready to go to the airport.” I nodded. When he left the room, I went over and dropped down on the bed. Life was much easier when I was a virgin street urchin. Men are so damned complicated.

  *******

  It was twilight when my plane landed at JFK airport in New York. I haven’t been back to the city since I left it six years ago and as just a little girl. The sun still illuminated the shimmering pink haze of pollution that permanently shrouded it as I looked out from the back of the taxi. As the car crept along in the traffic up to the top of the interstate, the silhouette of the skyline came into view. The thick haze hung low and covered it like a curtain. Instead of sky-scrapers, it looked like a jagged mountain range. The only difference between the two was the thousands of lights that glittered across it.

  I was surprised, but I didn’t feel any sense at all of nostalgia for this place. Granted, Grandfather and I had lived out on the Island in a simple little cottage on the white beach, but we had come to the city often, and when I was a little girl, I loved it. Now I just couldn’t wait to get back home. I did realize how lucky I was after all that had happened to finally have a home to be sick for. I was also beginning to realize that Drake was right. I’d been a selfish little brat. If not for him, I would have entered that contest and made a complete fool out of myself. Or, I would have gotten caught stealing that board by someone else and I would have gone to jail. Either way, everything I had, I essentially owed it to him. I hadn’t ever believed that Drake and I would last and somewhere deep down, I had planned on leaving from the beginning. It hurt less to be thousands of miles away from him and I didn’t have to depend on my impulse control as much.