An Affair With The Ceo (Natasha and Jared) novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8 Homy in His Private Lounge

Chapter 8 Horny in His Private Lounge

Natasha blinked in disbelief. ‘What the hell? Cleaning on my very first day? Am I his assistant or his maid?’

She opened her mouth to protest. However, meeting Jared’s intensely dominant gaze, she immediately chickened out and nodded. “Yes, sir.”

She turned toward the lounge doors. Jared’s deep voice stopped her in her tracks. “Take your shoes off first.”

She rolled her eyes. ‘Jesus, so many damn rules.’

Slipping out of her high heels, she pushed the doors open and froze.

Her jaw dropped. This room was bigger than her entire apartment.

The space boasted top of the line imported furniture and state of the art appliances.

More importantly, it was completely spotless.

Natasha honestly could not figure out what needed cleaning.

She frowned, thinking back to Percy. ‘Is Jared a neat freak like Percy? That has to be it.’

Resigned to her fate, Natasha grabbed the vacuum. She wiped down the pristine floors and polished the furniture all over again.

Before she knew it, the clock hit noon.

Rushed into the office without breakfast, she was now exhausted and starving after a morning of hard labor.

She plopped onto the floor to catch her breath.

Suddenly, a piece of dark fabric under the king sized bed caught her eye. It must have slipped off the mattress while she was making it.

Natasha crawled over and picked it up. It was a pair of men’s boxer briefs.

They were clearly used, radiating a thick, musky scent.

This was Jared’s personal suite. The underwear obviously belonged to him.

Natasha’s cheeks flared hot. Like touching a burning stove, she instinctively dropped the underwear back onto the floor.

A second thought quickly hit her. She was here to clean. Leaving the CEO’s dirty underwear on the rug was a terrible idea.

Reluctantly, Natasha bent down and picked the boxers up again.

Her plan was to toss them straight into the laundry hamper.

But as she caught another whiff of his rich, masculine scent, her mind instantly drifted to the gutter.

Her breathing grew shallow and heavy. She stared at the crotch of the underwear, then glanced back at the closed lounge doors.

Jared was undoubtedly busy working at his desk outside. He would not come in until she finished cleaning.

Gathering her courage, Natasha lifted the worn cotton to her nose and took a deep, greedy sniff.

A potent rush of pure male pheromones flooded her senses. Her head spun with a dizzying heat.

Every single cell in her body flared to life, humming with raw sexual electricity.

‘Is Jared seriously testing me on my first day?’

She rubbed the fabric between her fingers. ‘He knows I have a hypersexuality disorder. He knows I am desperate to get fucked. Yet he just leaves his dirty boxers lying around.

‘Now that I am holding them, how the hell am I supposed to keep my legs shut?’

Natasha felt a familiar, throbbing wetness pooling between her thighs.

Her heart pounded frantically against her ribs.

She bit her lip hard. ‘But this is the CEO’s private suite!’

When her cravings flared up at home, she simply masturbated and got it over with.

‘How can I possibly finger myself in my boss’s territory?’ she thought. ‘Besides, Jared is a neat freak.

‘He will absolutely despise a woman getting wet and horny in his sanctuary.’

The thought alone terrified her. Natasha fought desperately to suppress the intense wave of lust burning through her core.’ I absolutely cannot jerk off here. I just cannot.’

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Gripping his boxers tightly, she marched toward the bathroom to throw them in the hamper.

But the moment she reached the doorway, a surge of pure arousal turned her legs to jelly.

She had to lean heavily against the wall to drag herself those last few feet.

Just as she crossed the threshold, her knees gave out. She collapsed onto the cold tiled floor.

Panic and desire washed over her. ‘Shit, I cannot hold it back! I need a cock so fucking bad.’

Tipping her head back, she gasped for air. The raw, unfulfilled desire pushed her right to the edge of a total meltdown.

Natasha bitterly regretted leaving her vibrator at home.

She never expected to get this unbearably horny again so soon, especially since she had already rubbed one out this morning.

And to make it worse, she was dying for release inside the CEO’s lounge.

But what she expected even less was the sound of the suite door clicking open. Jared had just walked inside.

Pure panic seized her as her mind raced. ‘I am completely screwed. What if Jared caught me dripping wet like this?’

A toxic mix of anxiety, fear, and dread flooded her system.

She desperately tried to stand, but it was useless.

Her legs were trembling jelly and simply refused to hold her weight.

At that exact moment, the bathroom door swung open. Jared’s tall, imposing figure filled the doorway.

Natasha froze like she had been struck by lightning. Her mind went totally blank, her ears ringing loudly.

As their eyes locked, a crushing wave of humiliation washed over her.

“M-Mr. Rundell?” she stammered, her voice trembling.

Jared stared down at her from his towering height.

His handsome face betrayed zero emotion, yet his sharp gaze raked over her.

It felt like a pair of invisible hands stroking every curve and groping every bare inch of her skin.

Natasha’s face burned crimson. She wanted the floor to open up and swallow her whole.

“Flaring up again?” Jared asked in a low, husky rumble.

Natasha nodded awkwardly. She felt way too guilty to meet his eyes.

“M-Mr. Rundell, I am so sorry. I…” she scrambled to apologize.

Her slick fingers gripped his discarded boxer briefs like a lifeline.

She never meant to lose control in his private suite. She just couldn’t fight the physical urge.

If Jared was pissed, she would just have to take whatever punishment he handed out.

Before she could finish, his gaze dropped straight to her hand. “What do you have there?”

“What? Nothing!” Natasha jumped, instantly hiding the underwear behind her back.

She swallowed hard, terror gripping her. ‘If he realizes I am holding his boxers, and that I was just rubbing my clit to the thought of him… I am dead.’

A dark, dangerous gleam entered Jared’s eyes. “Show me.”

Natasha looked absolutely mortified. “It really is nothing!”

Honestly, her refusal was pointless. Jared had already seen exactly what she was clutching.

“I never pegged you as the type to have a fetish for men’s dirty underwear,” Jared said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Natasha stiffened, her stomach dropping to the floor. ‘He saw the whole fucking thing?’

“Mr. Rundell, please, I-” she frantically tried to explain.

Jared cut her off. “Since you like them so much, Natasha, you can keep that pair.”

Natasha was left completely speechless. Her heart pounded heavily against her ribs as she stared at him in pure shock. Her brain scrambled to process his words. ‘Did he really just give me his underwear? Is he actually proposing what I think he is?’

Licking her swollen lips, Natasha couldn’t stop her gaze from drifting downward. Her eyes landed right on the thick, heavy bulge straining beneath his slacks.

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She spiraled out of control, vividly imagining what it would feel like to have him rip her clothes off and take her right there on the floor.

“What exactly is going on in that little head of yours?” the man’s dark voice rumbled from above.

Natasha snapped out of her daze with a jolt and vigorously shook her head.

She scolded herself internally, ‘Damn it, why am I acting like such a slut right now?’

“It is nothing. I think I really need to go take my meds.” Natasha pushed the words past her trembling lips.

Mustering every ounce of her remaining strength, she scrambled up and practically bolted out of his lounge with her Head down.

Sprinting out into the hallway, Natasha suddenly realized her fingers were still tightly curled around his boxer briefs.

She groaned inwardly. ‘Oh god, I forgot to drop them.’

There was absolutely zero chance she had the dignity to walk back in there and face Jared again.

“Natasha!” Just as she was hovering there in panic, a woman’s voice abruptly called out right behind her.

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