Semua Bab The CEO Billionaire Collection: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Rain lashed against the towering glass windows of my penthouse apartment—a common occurrence in Seattle—but tonight, it felt relentless, echoing the chaos in my thoughts. I was more accustomed to using my analytical mind for mergers and acquisitions, not personal decisions. Especially one as drastic as what I was about to propose to Emily.I swirled a glass of aged whiskey in my hand, the amber liquid reflecting the dim light of my minimalist living room. If anyone had told me a year ago that Emily Stanton, my prim and ever-efficient personal assistant, would become so central to my next business move, I'd have scoffed in their face. Sure, she’d proven herself invaluable over the last year as my assistant, but I imagined that would be the extent of her role in my life. But here I was, considering a ludicrous arrangement that might be the solution to the ridiculous clause in the old man's will.As my thoughts consumed me, a soft chime echoed through the apartment, pulling me from my co

The storm outside raged on, painting the night in shades of gray and blue. Each droplet that collided with the massive glass windows of my penthouse seemed to echo the chaotic rhythm of my thoughts. But now, more than the storm, it was the lingering taste of her on my lips that muddled my senses.Pulling away, I took in Emily's expression, a myriad of emotions playing across her dainty, elfish features. I hadn't expected the electricity between us — it was powerful, raw. For a moment, we were both trapped in a silence, punctuated only by our slightly labored breaths. Had I just made a monumental mistake? The weight of that possibility pressed heavily on me."How was that?" I finally managed to ask, my voice gravelly. I tried to keep my tone casual, even as my heart raced. Her eyes, widened in surprise, began to reflect a glint of amusement.She gave a teasing smirk, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Not as bad as I thought it would be... no offense."Chuckling, I leaned back against my

The ringing of my alarm was drowned out by the gentle patter of the Seattle rain on the expansive penthouse windows. I didn’t need an alarm, really. Discipline had always been my middle name. As I peeled the 800-thread-count Egyptian cotton sheets off my body, I marveled at how deep a slumber I’d just come out from. Guess you could chalk that up to last night’s... distractions. After a bit of light stretching, I trodded to the bathroom and began my routine. Yet, as I did, my thoughts weren't on my obsessive morning rituals or how I'd perfected them over the years. No, my thoughts drifted to Emily and the unexpected proposal I'd just sprung on her. And then there was that fantasy, the unbidden image of her under me, the heat, the passion, the fire that threatened to consume us both.I gripped the edge of the marble sink, forcing myself to focus. What was I doing? The proposal made sense on paper, but every time I thought of her—of us—it sent a shiver down my spine. Were those shivers o

For all my confidence and bravado, the night's whirlwind of events had taken a toll. A dinner with Seattle's elite, especially one that ended with an unexpected proposal, was enough to exhaust anyone. As we stepped into the muted calm of my penthouse, the city lights twinkled beyond the large glass panes, casting a soft glow that contrasted with the night's frenetic energy.I busied myself with opening a bottle of wine — a vintage red, the kind that demanded to be savored slowly. As I poured the wine into our glasses, the rich aroma filling the room, Emily seemed equally eager to transition from the night's highs. She threw herself onto the plush leather couch with an unapologetic lack of grace, immediately reaching for her phone."Adrian, you won't believe how fast news travels," she laughed, flipping her screen toward me to show a barrage of notifications and mentions on various social media platforms. Tweets, Instagram posts, and stories — our proposal had gone viral. I had to admit

The plush carpet beneath my feet and the ambient lights casting a sultry glow over us seemed miles away as I felt Adrian's hands tracing the curves of my hips, his touch setting my skin ablaze. As he lowered himself, his gaze never leaving mine, the room was filled with a heady tension. The dominant, ever-confident businessman was on his knees, showing a side of vulnerability mixed with raw desire.His warm breath against my inner thigh made me gasp, my fingers instinctively tangling in his hair. The sensation of his mouth exploring, tasting, and teasing was intoxicating. Every flick of his tongue sent ripples of pleasure through me, making me whimper with need.It was a dance of intimacy and vulnerability, of giving and taking. The room echoed with the symphony of our heavy breaths and whispered moans. The sensation of his tongue, his fervent dedication to my pleasure, was overwhelming. The world around me seemed to spin as the coil of pleasure tightened, and with a cry, I found relea