Unwrapping for the CEO Read Online Olivia T. Turner

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 21057 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
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Exposing my bare breasts has the exact reaction I was hoping for.

He takes me in his big arms and pulls me on top of him, pulling the sheets out of the way as I straddle him. I whimper when my spread pussy lands on his hard shaft.

I know how big he is, but it’s still shocking to feel. I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to his gargantuan size.

“Slide me into your pussy, baby,” he grumbles in that groggy voice as he grips my hips.

I’m already soaked as I reach down and wrap my hand around his hard cock. I lift my hips and slide him into my wet opening, moaning and whimpering when I feel him stretching me out.

My eyes fall closed as I sink down his length, taking every inch of him inside my body. He feels so damn good. This is how I want to wake up every morning.

“That’s my girl,” he whispers as he plays with my breasts, those big hands massaging and squeezing as I grind my aching clit on the thick root of his cock. “Your pussy is heavenly. It’s better than Christmas.”

“I don’t know about that,” I answer with a laugh. “Nothing is better than Christmas.”

I take that back. Marshall’s cock is better than everything.

My laughter turns into a deep moan as I start to ride him again, feeling his thick dick filling me completely. I fucking love it. I love him.

It doesn’t take long before an orgasm comes rushing forward and I’m cumming all over his cock. He grips my ass cheeks, thrusts his big dick up, and cums deep in my pussy with a carnal roar.

I collapse onto his chest as the euphoric heat flows through my body from head to toe. He wraps his big possessive arms around me and I realize that we might not leave this bed for the rest of the day. That would be just fine with me.

“Shit,” he suddenly says. “Don’t you have a dog to feed and let out?”

I burst out laughing. He looks confused.

“What?”

“I don’t have a dog.”

“But didn’t you say that your dog was barking at the door during our last meeting?”

I chuckle as I drop onto the bed beside him. “I said that, but I don’t have a dog. I panicked when Andrea asked me what I was doing.”

He looks at me with his brow furrowed. “And what were you doing, Miss Campbell?”

“Thinking of you…” I tell him. “And… touching myself.”

He suddenly sits up with a heated look in his eyes. “Touching yourself? Where?”

I swallow hard. “Is it against King Tech policy to pleasure yourself on company time?”

He shakes his head. “Not for you.”

“In that case,” I say as my cheeks heat up. “I was touching my… pussy.”

He licks his lips and moans. “Show me.”

“What?!”

“Show me how you were touching your pussy while you were thinking about your hot boss.”

He pulls the sheets away and I suck in a breath as I lower my hand onto my sex. He watches with rapt attention as I play with my clit and sneak a finger inside my wet hole.

Yup. We’re not leaving this bed.

We do end up leaving the bed after a few more orgasms and end up at the last possible place I’d expect to see Mr. King—The Brockville County Christmas Craft Fair.

I had booked a table and briefly mentioned it over breakfast when he asked me what I had planned for the day.

“You’re booked at the craft fair?” he said, staring at me in shock.

“It’s okay,” I said with a dismissive wave of my hand. “They’ll just take the table away when I don’t show. Anyway, I hardly sell anything. I just do it for fun and it helps pay for most of the supplies I use.”

“What time is it at?” he asked as he jumped up from the table.

I laughed. “It’s fine, really, Marshall. It’s not a big deal.”

“It is a big deal,” he said with a fierceness in his tone that was both unexpected and adorable. “It’s a big deal for you, which means it’s a big deal for me. What time does it start?”

“Umm, one o’clock.”

He looked at the time on the stove and snapped to attention. “If we leave in ten minutes, we can make it. I’ll drive.”

I’m still in shock as we stand behind the table in front of my collection of homemade Christmas ornaments. Couples and families walk by, pointing out the drunken elves I made.

“These make amazing Christmas presents,” Marshall says to an elderly couple walking by. “Do you have grandchildren?”

“Eight of them,” the woman says proudly.

“That’s perfect!” Marshall says with a big smile. “We have a deal going on that you’ll love! Buy seven and get one free. Look at these hot cocoa ornaments. Aren’t they adorable?”

“They are cute,” the woman says as she wanders over, taking a closer look. The husband drops his shoulders as he follows her. “I love the little smiles on the marshmallows.”


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