Craving My Ruthless Ceo novel Chapter 39

Chapter 39: I’d Slept Through the Night, Defenses Down

Roman’s POV

I woke to a throbbing ache in my cock.

Fuck.

My eyes opened. The room was still dark, the blackout blinds keeping out the morning light.

What time was it?

I turned my head toward the nightstand. The clock read 9:47 AM.

That alone should have been impossible. I never slept in. Not once in years. My body was wired to wake at 5: 30, no alarm needed.

But I’d slept through the night, defenses down.

Anna was still beside me, her body curled into mine, one hand resting on my chest.

I tugged the duvet down just enough to glance between us. My erection pressed against her ass, unmistakable and demanding.

Thank fuck she was still asleep.

I needed to move. Needed to get out of this bed before she woke up and realized I was sporting a hard-on that could cut glass.

Carefully, I shifted away from her. She made a small sound of protest but didn’t wake.

I’d never spent an entire night with a woman before. Never wanted to. Sleeping beside someone always

dragged up the nightmares, the memories I worked hard to keep buried. I always woke at some point, slipped away, and threw myself back into work.

But last night, nothing.

No nightmares. No memories. Just sleep.

Deep. Dreamless.

What the hell did that mean?

I pushed the thought away and stood. My body protested, every muscle aware of the woman still in my bed.

I headed to the bathroom, closing the door behind me.

The mirror showed a man I barely recognized. My hair was a disheveled mess, sticking up in directions it never did. I looked at the bruise beneath my right eye from the fight last night with Drago.

When I’d come back, I hadn’t bothered to examine my body for marks or bruises, and hadn’t applied any ointment. I’d just showered and went straight to work.

Because work had become my safe haven. It kept my mind occupied, laser-focused. I could pour all my energy into it, and that way I blocked out the pain and the world would disappear.

Now it was daylight.

My eyes scanned down. My knuckles were bruised as well, the skin split in places.

I turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on my face. It didn’t help.

I grabbed my toothbrush, scrubbed my teeth, tried to focus on anything other than the fact that Anna Winters was in my bed wearing nothing but some oversized sweatshirt I’d never worn. It was from Harvard, a gift from When I’d done a seminar there on corporate acquisitions three years ago.

The university had handed them out to all the speakers. I’d tossed it in a drawer and forgotten about it until Eva had pulled it out for Anna last night.

The shower. I needed a cold shower.

I stripped off my clothes and stepped under the spray timing the temperature as cold as I could stand.

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Chapter 39: I’d Slept Through the Night, Defenses…

It didn’t work. My cock remained stubbornly hard, images of Anna flooding my mind.

I huffed out a breath, irritated, forcing the thoughts away as I reached for the soap and squirted it into my palm. I worked it through my hair first, scrubbing hard, then dragged my hands down over my chest, my shoulders.

Lower. Down my thighs.

And every time my hands brushed my skin, it all came rushing back anyway.

The way she’d looked at me last night with those big eyes, asking me to hold her. What it did to me, knowing I was the only one who could help her sleep.

It made me feel soft and vulnerable. And I didn’t want to feel that way.

But knowing she trusted me, God, it felt good. Better than closing a billion-dollar deal. Better than anything I’d felt in years.

My breathing changed, becoming heavier.

Her innocent, naive palm stroking my cock through my pants was all I could envision.

I braced my hands against the tile and dropped my head. My eyes shot down to my cock, straining hard, droplets of water beading on the tip.

My palms curled at my sides, the urge to touch myself rising, something that almost never happened.

With every second, it grew stronger than it had in years. I wasn’t some reckless teenager anymore.

But Anna had done this to me.

I fought it. Told myself it was wrong. She was just in the next room, still asleep. Trusting me.

Then another thought pushed in.

Fuck. It could be quick.

The idea annoyed me. Disgusted me.

I stopped myself. My own hands weren’t what I wanted. I needed hers. Her mouth. Her tongue.

I was fucked.

Get a grip, I told myself. You can’t get off thinking about your assistant.

Frustrated, I let out a deep breath, shut off the water, and reached for a towel. I dried off hurriedly, my movements jerky with pent-up tension.

I wrapped a towel around my waist as I stepped out of the shower stall.

I headed for the door, pulled it open, and bumped straight into her.

My damp body collided with hers. She let out a startled sound as she lost her balance and went down hard.

The towel slipped from my waist, dropping onto the floor, leaving me stark naked.

Her eyes went wide. Her gaze dropped to my chest, then lower, following the trail of water sliding down my

torso.

Her face was positioned directly in front of my cock.

She stared with wide eyes, an intensity burning in them that made my breath catch. Her cheeks flushed a deep red, spreading down her neck.

She looked entranced, like she didn’t have the power to look away, like she was witnessing something forbidden for the first time.

This was the first time she’d seen a cock up

close.

I could see it in the way her pupils dilated, the way her lips parted slightly. There was intrigue in her eyes, fascination even, as she studied that part of me with an innocence that was simultaneously endearing and maddening.

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Chapter 39: I’d Slept Through the Night, Defenses….

Heat exploded through my body, starting low in my gut and spreading outward like wildfire. My cock responded immediately, twitching under her gaze, and I felt myself growing harder by the second.

Fuck.

I tried to stop it, tried to force my body into obedience. It was useless. Not with her kneeling there, her face only inches away, her breath brushing over sensitive skin, those wide, curious eyes following the movement as I hardened.

The way she watched, completely transfixed, like she’d never seen anything like it before, it was torture of the sweetest kind.

My hands clenched into fists at my sides. Every instinct screamed at me to reach for her, to thread my fingers through her hair, to guide her mouth to where I needed her most.

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