The CEOs Star

" You like getting fucked like this, don't you?" The man pounding into Lena from behind said. Lena could barely respond as the pleasure rolling through her was so intense that her mouth hung open, her tongue nearly rolling out. The man gripped her hair and pulled her head back with it, causing her to gasp from the pain that came with his hard grip, " Answer me, you slut " He growled." Yes, yes." She moaned as he continued fucking her hard from the back. The camera man zoomed in then, capturing every moment, from the juices running down her thighs, to the man's large dick pumping into her soaked core mercilessly. Her back was arched in a painful way but she didn't complain, she knew this was what her viewers wanted. This was what they paid to see, her getting worked on in all positions by whoever. It didn't matter, they just wanted to see HER, and she loved it.But, she also wanted to experience something more than this, she had never worked a "normal" job. Never experienced that 9-

If tension could be bottled, Lena’s office would be overflowing with it by noon. The morning had been a blur of emails, scheduling chaos, and trying not to think about Damien Cross—the same man who had his pinned her against the door of his office mere hours ago. She hadn’t seen him since that unexpected shocking encounter, and part of her hoped it would stay that way. It had been too much. Too intense. So when her office door eased open and Evan stepped in holding a brown bag and wearing that cocky grin she always loved, she exhaled in surprise. “Hey,” he said, lifting the bag. “Thought you might be hungry.” Her brows shot up. “Evan? What are you doing here?” “Bringing you lunch. It's your first day and it's already so busy, and I figured you wouldn’t have time to grab anything.” He walked toward her desk and placed the bag down. Lena smiled despite herself. “That’s... really sweet of you. Thank you.” “Of course.” He leaned in and kissed her forehead. “Figured I’d ste

The sharp, incessant knocking yanked Lena from the depths of sleep.She groaned, rolling over and burying her face in the pillow. Her body ached—from the long night of filming, the car ride that had ended in something far too intimate, and the way her thoughts had tangled into knots ever since. Every part of her craved five more minutes.Bang. Bang. Bang.“Ugh, I’m coming!” she snapped, dragging herself out of bed. Her legs protested, sore and shaky, and she glanced at herself in the mirror on her way to the door. Her hair was a mess, her eyes puffy with sleep, and her oversized tee was hanging off one shoulder like she’d just survived a hurricane.She opened the door, squinting at the morning sun—and there stood Evan. Bright-eyed, fresh-faced, and holding a brown paper bag that smelled like heaven.“Whoa,” he laughed, stepping inside. “Must’ve been one hell of a girls’ night.”“Huh?” she blinked, still groggy as she closed the door.“Girls’ night,” he repeated, already heading to the