I Accidentally Slept With The CEO

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y throat like tiny be

he's ever made. I was stupid to go to his apartment to surprise him because apparently he's my fiancée and we haven't had much sex in

ow, here I am, with my heels in hand, stumbling into a downtown club because apparently the only cure for a cheating fiancé is loud music,

ngers gripped the glass like it could erase the memory lodged in my chest. The bass thumped through my bones, my bod

ate. My stomach flipped. Oh, perfect. Club str

, a shadow moved bet

a deep, cal

stop staring, you idiot. His hair was black, a little messy like he'd run his hand through it too many times, an

s this fucking

d disappeared into the crowd. My drink? S

s calm, confident and so

not to shake. Lie. Lie like your l

rowd. But I couldn't stop noticing him. He was lurking

rehead, laughter spilling out too loud and my hips brushing strangers, moving in ways tha

to laugh at the electricity zinging through me. He let out a small groan, and I felt heat rush to my cheeks, how was it possible to feel

ng mine. "You have no idea how tempt

idea," I shot back, letting my words drip with mischief. My heart slammed

t not let you get away," he said, holding my hand like it w

, and my heart leapt.I felt something hard against my skirt, poking me. I caug

. It was so good. My hands were tangled in his jacke

ly, breathing hard, "You'

reathless. "

want to get out of here?" he asked, brushing a str

y heart hammering.

other, and suddenly we were walking toward the exit

ghs, and the heat of being near him. I didn't care about anythi

again. When we stepped out in front of an hot

I didn't

e night of fun

I told