Seduced by the CEO by Lexie Davis Page A

“You
said you would be sexually exclusive to me.”
    “Only if you were sexually submissive to me.”
    “What the hell do you call what we did Friday night?”
    He closed his eyes. “That was one time.”
    The room fell silent before a folder smacked him in
the chest. “Here is the information I collected and my findings. I’m going back
to work.”
    He reached for her arm before she could move away. She
struggled a bit until he overpowered her and tumbled to the mattress. He
wrapped his fingers around her wrists and pinned her down with his body.
    “I haven’t fucked anyone but you since our first time.
It’s damn near killed me, but there you go.” His knee wedged between her thighs
parting them. “As for last night, I did a demonstration. Naked women all around
but I only participated in the bondage. Not the sex.”
    “That’s nice. Now, let me up.”
    Micah kissed the side of her neck. “Not yet. It has
been two days…”
    “I’m not having sex with you.”
    “Yes you are.”
    “You didn’t use a condom last time.”
    He paused and met her eyes. The entire session had
been completely hedonistic. He wanted inside her and couldn’t wait. Micah
thought back to the last time he’d done that. It had been with Molly and she’d
ended up pregnant.
    “I may have been celibate for six years but I still
take the pill.” She glanced away awkwardly. “As for your extensive sexual
history…”
    “I do not have some kind of disease if that is what
you are insinuating.” He kissed her then moved off of her, his headache more
prominent than before. “While I have had more experience and partners than you,
I’m not careless.”
    “Look, I don’t want to talk about your experience.”
She wrung her hands together. “And you were careless with me.”
    “Why haven’t you gotten laid in the past six years?”
    “Life.” She sat up and brushed her hair from her face.
Micah watched as she scooted to the side of his bed and stood. “My divorce.
Taking care of my son.”
    “Let me meet your ex.”
    She whirled around. “I don’t think so.”
    “Why not? I’ve met your son. He piqued my interest
with the ugly-as-a-dog mistress your ex has.” He watched her face go from panic
to annoyance. “I know you’re dying to meet her. We could make it an event.”
    “No.” Her eyebrows raised, the same way his mother’s
did when she scolded him. Her stern tone nearly made him chuckle.
    “Give me one good reason why.”
    “He’s my ex.”
    “Not good enough.”
    “You’re supposed to be on my side.”
    “I am on your side.” He sat up and pulled her against
him. He looped his arms around her waist. “It doesn’t mean you should rob me of
the chance to make fun of her.”
    “I don’t have ‘events’ with my ex. Not since my son
went to college and most definitely not since I found out he got some hoochie
pregnant.”
    Micah kissed her neck. “Your son has only been in
college one semester.”
    “No, Micah.” She pulled away from him.
    He stared at her. “Do you still love him or
something?”
    “That’s not what it is about.”
    “What is it about then?”
    “Everything I do is never good enough. I raised our
son. I spent fifteen hours a fucking day taking care of our house only for him
to come home, disregard me, tell me what a lousy fucking job I did, and that I
should try harder. I was a terrible wife until he wanted something or we were
in the limelight. His stupid family functions were a real trip. And don’t even
get me started on his mother.” Tears came to her eyes and she blinked them
away.
    Micah reached out to her. “Come here.”
    “I don’t need you to coddle me.”
    He pulled her into his arms anyway. “You need to be
coddled and I’m the only one who’s going to do it.” He kissed her cheek.
“Forget I mentioned the family get-together. I’d probably punch the bastard if
he opened his fucking mouth.”
    “I hit him once. The first time I caught him with
another