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CHAPTER 47: GO HOME.
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2026-10-28 15:40:59
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TAMING MR. WHITMORE: THE CEO FROM HELL. CHAPTER 52: ALMOST CAUGHT.
HARPER'S POV:His palm slid over my mound and pressed onto my pussy, making me gasp.I wanted to turn around so much, but his embrace was too vigorous. “I thought I was going to remain stern and single forever. Had no plans of falling in love but you came along and ruined that.” His fingers caressed my pussy. I widened my legs and grabbed at his forearm, grinding myself against his hand.Hudson’s mouth moved to the side of my neck, biting the sensitive skin. “From the moment I set my eyes on you, you invaded my fucking mind like a plague, Harper,” he said next to my ear and placed a kiss underneath it. He was angry. Frustrated.I could hear it in the tone of his voice, and it was completely at odds with the gentle way his lips nibbled at my skin. “Scrambling my brains so I can’t even think straight anymore.” I moaned when his finger spread my folds. Slowly. So slowly it felt like a punishment.I mewled, bending my knees and trying to get more of his finger inside me. He pressed his ha
TAMING MR. WHITMORE: THE CEO FROM HELL. CHAPTER 51: THE REMOTE AND LAB.
HARPER’S POV:It was unbelievable that I was getting “punished” and still hadn’t refused it. In fact, my body was already leaning into the low, insistent thrum against my clit, the quiet reminder of exactly who held the remote.After I’d dressed, I followed Hudson to the lab. The lights were dimmed in the outer rings, the brightest spill concentrated on the central platform where SOREN stood motionless in standby. I’d expected Shawn and maybe one technician. Instead the entire SOREN team was there: Shawn six other people, half-hidden behind diagnostic screens. However, Vanessa wasn't among them. Every pair of eyes tracked us as we entered."Where's Vanessa?" I asked out of curiosity. She was still part of the team."She's not needed for now," someone answered behind Shawn.I nodded, somewhat grateful that she wasn't here. If not, she might've caught on that something was going on with me. She often watched me like a hawk.Shawn cleared his throat and launched straight in.“The confine
TAMING MR. WHITMORE: THE CEO FROM HELL. CHAPTER 50: NEW UNDIES.
HUDSON'S POV:Harper’s eyes flicked from the matte surface up to mine, already wary. I stayed perched on the edge of the desk, close enough that the heat of her body reached me through the charcoal wool of her slacks.She flipped the latch.The lid rose with a soft, expensive sigh. Inside, nestled in dark foam, lay a collection of glossy black silicone and sleek metal: a curved wand, a pair of small remote-controlled bullets, a slender plug with a flared base, and—centerpiece—a pair of high-waisted panties in soft black lace, the crotch panel thickened and seamless, a discreet oval of denser material already fitted with a smooth, egg-shaped vibrator that rested against the gusset like a secret.Harper’s face went scarlet in a single heartbeat. She slammed the lid shut so hard the box jumped on her thighs.“This is—”I pressed one finger to her lips, firm, silencing the rest. Her breath stuttered against my skin.“Shh.”I took the box from her, set it back on the desk, and lifted the v
TAMING MR. WHITMORE: THE CEO FROM HELL. CHAPTER 49: THE BOX.
HUDSON'S POV:I didn't want to come off as a creep by constantly spying on her. I tried so hard to not log in to SOREN and check what she was up to while I was away.Then she mentioned she was hanging out with that boy at a biker's club or whatever.So I was forced to check.She had brought flowers into the condo I knew I had not sent. And he'd stood on the doorstep footage, picking her up like some chivalry act. Holding the door. Offering his arm.Imagine that. Me, thousands of miles away, furious, only to dig deeper and realize he was my greatest rival. The one company my father had been dying to partner with.Of course he kept a low profile. No wonder I had felt that pull of familiarity the first time I saw him in my hallway and could not place it.I wanted to make it clear that she was to stay away from him.She sat in the leather chair across from my desk, a cream blouse tucked into charcoal slacks, her curls pulled into a loose bun. Seattle was gray behind her through the glass.
TAMING MR. WHITMORE: THE CEO FROM HELL. CHAPTER 48: FURIOUSLY BACK.
HARPER'S POV:On Monday morning, I walked into Whitmore Robotics with a coffee in one hand, my laptop bag in the other, and a stomach full of unspoken things. Hudson hadn't texted or called since I ended the call on him on Sunday. I hadn't called or texted either. I told myself that I was being patient. I told myself that I was being mature. In reality, I was waiting for one of us to blink.The lobby bot rolled up. "Good morning, Ms. Sullivan. Your heart rate is—""Not today, buddy."I was exchanging hellos with Dana from marketing, the one with the red glasses and the gold nameplate necklace, about to head down to the lab, when the elevator pinged and Vanessa Butler strolled into the lobby.Dashing, as always. A fitted camel colored coat, heels, a silk scarf knotted at her throat, sunglasses pushed up in her hair. She carried a stack of small gold shopping bags embossed with a name. She went from desk to desk, dropping one on each, smiling like a woman running for office."What's thi
TAMING MR. WHITMORE: THE CEO FROM HELL. CHAPTER 47: GO HOME.
HARPER'S POV By Saturday afternoon, I finally got Nicole on the phone. She was safe. For now. With Elena and Derek still circling her, I needed her out of Michigan and somewhere I could actually see her. Sunday was just... dead. I couldn't sit in that apartment one more second, so I called Aaron. "Harper!" God, he sounded so happy I felt instantly guilty for not calling sooner. "I was about to start sending flowers by pigeon." "Do you have today off?" I was already smiling. "For you? Of course." We spent the afternoon bouncing from one place to another. A little coffee shop where none of the mugs matched. Pioneer Square, where I tried to sound sophisticated during a wine tasting and spat Syrah into the bucket, completely missed, and hit a plant instead. Aaron stared at the plant with a straight face. "Notes of shame." I laughed so hard my ribs hurt. After that, he took me to a biker club in a converted garage because I'd mentioned once that I loved motorcycles. The
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