CEO's Only Wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Eric tilted his head back to look at his sleeping bride. Her head rested against the glass door of the limousine. Her head covering had fallen off, and a white lace fell to his feet. The jet-black curls shot out in every direction and hid her bare shoulders from view. The champagne glass in the glass holder had been left untouched, the foam had settled. The glittering two-carat diamond ring was tied around her finger and glimmered like the last rays of a dying sun. Full, rosy lips are parting to allow breaths to be inhaled and exhaled. A steady, subtle snore echoed through the air with each exhale. Carina Scodelario is now his wife.Eric took his glass of champagne and silently enjoyed the success. He now fully owns the Dreamscape company. He was trying to grab this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and he didn't need anyone's permission anymore. Today has passed without a single incident. He took a full sip of Dom Perignon and wondered why he felt so uncomfortable. His mind flashed to

Eric started to say something, then stopped motionless. The sight of her sipping and enjoying wine put every muscle in his body in a state of stagnation. Blood pounded through his veins and shot into his groin a stark warning. Her tongue licked her lips with delicate caress, he wished she'd tasted something other than wine. He wondered what the low, husky sounds she uttered when a man burrowed deep inside her hot, damp little place. He wondered if she was tight and hot as her mouth closed around him like a soft hand squeezed every last drop in him and still demanded more.Her clothes taut with every curve of her body, from her sweet butt to her long voluptuous legs. Her shirt was lifted up and revealed a patch of bare skin. And she had clearly removed her bra, not thinking of him as a man who wanted her, but more like an annoying brother without male desires. Damn you for starting to complicate things. He left the bowl of pasta on the table and quickly arranged the things. "Don't dr

She stopped midway and looked at him. "Okay. I accept." He pressed the remote and the tune of Madame Butterfly played through the Bose speaker. He finished their glasses and settled down next to the small table. She sat down beside him, crossing her legs. Her fingers juggled the cards with expert ease, shuffling them at lightning speed. Eric flashed a fantasy of her wearing a miniskirt, dealing cards in the hall while she sat on a cowboy's lap. He shook his head from the image and focused on his hand. "The dealer chooses first. Play 5-card stud poker. Unlimited bets." He frowned. "Bet on what?" he asked. "I told you we were playing for money.""Should I have the butler remove the safe? Or maybe we'll just play for the family trinkets?" "Very funny. Do you have any other jokes?" His lips curved. "Sorry. Only hundreds of words." "OH." She seemed to be very disappointed when he lost the battle and started giggling. "How about we play for something more interesting?" "I don't pla

Oh my God. Primordial sexual energy mingled between them like a tornado reaching maximum speed and power. His eyes burned with a blazing fire, both urgent and angry as he stared at her. She realized he was lying between her open thighs, his hips leaning against hers, his chest lifted as his hands gripped her fingers. This is no longer the teasing of an older brother. This is also not between old friends or business associates. This was simply between a man and a woman, and Carina felt herself being pulled into a storm by the screams of her own body. "Eric?"Her voice was hoarse. Full of hesitation. Her nipples were raised against the cotton shirt with demand. His gaze fell on her face, her breasts, and her bare stomach. Tension stretched between them. He slowly lowered his head. The rush of his breath caressed her lips as he spoke over her mouth. "This doesn't make any sense."His body contradicted his words as he demanded her mouth in a fierce kiss. With a quick thrust, his tongu

Carina looked through the crowd and wished she'd stayed at BookCrazy, hosting her Friday poetry reading. Tonight's work dinner party was a turning point in Eric's career. She knew influencers were gathering in this hall for a chance to make a splash, and Eric needed to stand out from the crowd to get noticed. She handed her coat to the waiter and let Eric lead her into the crowded dance hall. "I assume you have a master plan for your attack?" she asked. "So who are the two characters you need to focus on?"He pointed toward a thick cloud of cigar smoke. A packed circle of cautious businessmen surrounded a perfectly dressed man in a gray suit and silk tie. "Hyoshi Komo is building a Japanese restaurant. His vote is key to becoming the third partner in the waterfront project deal." "Then, why don't you go over there and give me your offer?" She took the salmon tart from a tuxedo-clad waiter and picked up a glass of champagne from another. "Because I don't want to be in that crowd. I