One Night With The Possessive CEO

skin against skin echoed

r coat pocket suddenly felt like a block of lead against her thigh. She had left the office thr

gainst her ribs, a frant

n, a sliver of dim, yellow light spilling onto the hardwood floor. Her breath

or swu

a woman whose face was buried in the pillows. The woman arched her b

Her bes

urning black. A violent wave of nausea rolled thr

Bridget c

tasted

in sheer panic. He scrambled backward, his chest heaving as he

not-" Jacob stammered

y. Her hand darted into her pocket. Her fingers curled around the velvet box. W

r of the velvet box caught him squarely on th

ands flying up to cover the angr

tting out a high-pitched scream. But as her eyes met Bridget's, th

tear fall. Her hands shook violently as she pulled her phone from her purse. She raised it, the scree

stated, her voice

rs off, his bare fee

ain!" He reached out, his swe

tly yanked her arm back, wiping her wrist against

eel and sprinted ou

ough the lobby doors. The freezing wind slapped her face, and finally, th

her hand. The screen f

swer, her breath com

bbed, her thro

veil?" Gigi's cheerful voi

asped out, her knees buckling slightl

ne. Then, a string of vicious, c

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e bass from the electronic music vibrated through the floorboards, rattling her teeth and drowning out the

ng her directly to the neon-lit bar. Gigi slammed a hand o

ss and threw it back. The alcohol burned a fiery trail down her esophagus, s

rushing weight in her chest morphed into a reckless, buzzing

her hazy gaze scann

crystal glass of whiskey. His jawline looked like it had been carved from marble, sharp and un

whispered

from the bar. Gigi

here are y

broken heels clicking unevenly against the dark

ck suit stepped into her pat

two fingers in a microscopic gesture. The bodyguard

psed right next to the man on the leather sofa. She leaned in,

nd terrifying. As his gaze locked onto her face, his pupils dilated rap

eached out, her trembling fingers grabbing the knot of his silk tie

ed, but he didn't pull away. He let her

spered, her voice cracking with a

his large hand clamped around her waist. In one fluid, powerful

oad shoulders. Her face pressed into his neck, and her lungs fil

stared, but he didn't spare them a single glance

the rear door open. The man shielded her head with his hand and practic

t, sealing them in a

n instinct. She reached out in the dark, her hands

ugh groan that vibrated against her mouth. His hands tangled in her hair, and