Page 7 of Bound to the CEO

So why pull away? Why not continue? Oh God. Am I really sitting here wanting our first time to be in a freaking car? This just won’t do. I turn and look out the window, watching the trees and other cars blur by, but not really seeing them.

My mind and heart are in turmoil, twisting about until I can barely breathe. There’s excitement there, thrumming under the surface. But there’s also a niggle of dread. Mr. Daniels is my boss. And now, he’s my husband. It’s going to change so much between us at work.

I can’t even fathom the ramifications, but there’s bound to be some. It’s inevitable. A heavy sigh drifts from my lips as I realize I’ll probably have to tell Linda. But then, maybe that’s a good thing. She’ll definitely know what to do.

My mind continues to wander, never stopping, until the car jerks to a halt. The office building looms before us. How in the hell did we get here so quickly?

When driving to the mating center, it felt as if it were hours instead of mere minutes. And yet, here we are. Back to reality. I don’t want to go back in there. Not yet.

Not when my body hums with arousal. It trickles down my inner thighs as I press my legs together in a poor attempt at getting my body to behave. But it won’t behave. Not now, and probably not ever.

Stifling a whimper, I glance up at the imposing building and then back at Mr. Daniel’s piercing gaze. There’s something in those depths that calls to me. I long to throw all caution to the wind and just strip right there, consummating our marriage in the back of his car, even though I was against it minutes before.

Why did I resist? Now that we’re back, there’s no way we’ll be able to do much of anything. There’s just too much work that still needs to be done. And that stupid conference call…

“Shall we?” His deep baritone cuts into my thoughts, sending flutters into my stomach.

“I guess we have to.”

His dark chuckle goes straight to my clit, making me throb and wet all over again. “I’ll see if I can hurry things up. In the meantime, you have a change of clothes waiting in your office. The moment you dress, I want to see you in the conference room.”

“Yes, Sir.” The moment the words leave my mouth, I see the effect.

Mr. Daniel’s eyes dilate as he stares at me. A soft growl rumbles from his chest, drawing forth a needy whine from mine.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, sliding his fingertips through the hair at the side of my face.

“So, before we go in there,” I hedge, not exactly sure how to ask the question burning in my brain. “What do I call you? I mean, you’re Mr. Daniels, but you’re now also my husband. Hell, I’m Mrs. Daniels. Wife. I-”

He cuts off my rambling with a quick kiss, a most effective way to shut me up. “In there or at home, I am Sir, to you. Understand?” Before I can answer, he grabs my hand and brings it down between us, pressing my palm against his cock. “Just hearing it drip from your lips makes me harder than I’ve ever been before.”

“Yes, Sir,” I breathe against his lips, my fingers curling as best as they can against the stiff fabric.

Groaning, he rocks into me, pinning me to the backseat with his bulk. “I’m going to make this the quickest damned conference call. And when I get you home, Mrs. Daniels, I’m going to fuck you so hard you can’t walk the next day.”

With those words ringing in my ears, he pulls away and exits the car. Stunned, I sit there, waiting for him to open the door. My first night with an Alpha. Groaning, I clench my fingers into fists, wishing I was the type of omega that kept a vibrator on her at all times.

Even going through my heat didn’t feel this bad. Yeah, it was miserable, but nothing that a week off and medication didn’t help with. This is more like an ache that will not go away, an itch beneath my skin that I cannot scratch.

What makes it worse is knowing that Mr. Daniels could make all of this go away. I just know it. If we could just take like thirty minutes or so… But no. I know that look in his eyes. It’s all business. There’s no way I’ll be able to deter him now.

Not that I want to. Not exactly. His commitment to his business is one of the things that turns me on about him. Hell, I share just as high of a drive. But in the wake of these feelings rushing through me, work seems paltry somehow.

Silently, we walk side by side inside the building, keeping quiet on the elevators. In fact, it’s not until the doors open and all our workmates jump out yelling ‘surprise,’ that I even hear a sound.

They swarm us, all smiles and congratulations. But how did they know? I only told one person… Linda. She stands in the middle, smug, with her arms crossed as she watches the merriment around her. It’s the only answer that makes sense.

But honestly, I’m glad she put together this little moment of festivity. It makes what just happened back at the center seem far more real. Parting before us, the happy faces make way, steering us into the conference room.

Balloons and streamers litter the space, drawing a critical frown from my husband. He looks upon the whole affair with his normal, grumpy demeanor, drawing another smile from my lips. Shaking my head, I leave his side and take a party horn, grinning as I slip it into my mouth.

Crossing back over to him, I plant my hands on my hips and blow it in his face, urging him to join in the merriment. He doesn’t, however. The only reaction is a slight smile and his eyes narrowing in retribution.

“Thank you all for this… display. But this is still a workday, and there is lots to be done. Grab a slice of cake and go back to your desks.”

Titters of laughter ripple across the room. Instead of being angered or offended by his pronouncement, they tromp across the room and cut into the enormous cake, large grins plastered on their faces. There’s no need for them to be hurt by his actions. This is just Mr. Daniels being Mr. Daniels.

One by one, they file out, and I move to join them, eager to change and get out of this stifling dress that threatens to trip me at every turn. “Oh, no you don’t,” he growls, gripping my wrist and hauling me into his arms. “You haven’t had your slice of cake yet.”