Obsession With My CEO

o close she could almost taste him. Last night's encounter in the office had left her sleepless, her body restless with a need she couldn't name. She glanced at her phone: 6 a.m. An

d happen if that control snapped? The idea sent a shiver through her, equal parts thrill and fear.The 42nd floor of Volare Enterprises was quieter today, the frenetic energy of the app launch tempered by focused work. Amelia settled at her desk, diving into the risk asses

And watch out for Victor. He's been sniffing around your project."Amelia's stomach tightened. Victor Kane's cryptic warnings were starting to feel like

The executive wing was a world apart from the marketing floor-plush carpets, frosted glas

oice called, low

tie loosened, revealing a glimpse of tanned skin at his collar. The office was a study in wealth-floor-to-ceiling windows, modern art, and a

aning back in his chair

r, and she saw his jaw tighten, a flicker of something raw in his eyes. "It's all there," she said

readable. "Thorough," he said after a moment. "You'

e edge in his tone when he mentioned Victor. "Is h

n game. Stay sharp around him." He stood, rounding the desk to stand closer, h

"I'm here to do my job," she said, but her voic

ob," he murmured, stepping closer until only inches sep

r body leaning toward him, dra

up her chin, tilting her face up. His thumb brushed her lower lip, and she gasped, the t

was about to cross, but her body had other ideas. "You," s

against him. The kiss was a storm-fierce, consuming, tasting of coffee and desire. She melted into him, her fingers tangling in his hair, her body

ers. "This is a mistake," he growled, but his hands didn't let go, one

he whispered, her lips brushing his

ouch was electric, and she arched into him, her skin burning where his fingers roamed. The desk pressed against her back as he lifted her onto i

inst her skin, then pulled back, cursing under his breath. He grabbed the phone from his desk, his eyes

r dress, trying to regain composure as Ethan spoke in clipped tones, something about a board

of her mouth.She nodded, her throat tight, but her body screamed otherwise. "I should go," she managed

her work, updating the influencer list, but her thoughts kept drifting to Ethan's hands, his lips, the way he'd said her na

one too casual. "You're making waves

ed by the day's intensity. "I can

ot for you. That's dangerous-for both of you." He

they only fueled her resolve. She wasn't just fighting for her career now-

her influencer outreach plan when footsteps broke the silence. Ethan stood in the doorway, his suit jac

to face him. The air between them crackle

her. "You're making it hard to stay away," he said, his voice

her voice a challenge,

ess intense. Her hands roamed his chest, feeling the hard planes of muscle beneath his shirt, and she pressed herself clo

er his shirt, grazing his skin. "Good,

with visible effort. "Go home," he said, his voice

he subway home, her skin still burned where he'd touched her, her lips

was immediate:

d set her alight, not the way his control was fraying, p