Chapter 6
SASHA
I woke up the next morning with a heavy feeling in my chest, my mind still swirling from the events of the night before. Denver's words, his kiss, they had shaken me to my core. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to make sense of the chaos in my head.
I cared about Denver. More than I wanted to admit. But the reality of our situation was a tangled mess. Not only was he my boss, but he was the CEO. And our relationship, if I could even call it that, started as a lie. How could we possibly navigate this without destroying both of our careers? And what if it wasn't real for him? What if this was just another game, another conquest and notch on his bedpost?
I groaned and buried my face in my pillow, willing the thoughts to go away. But they clung to me, stubborn and relentless. I couldn't ignore the way my heart raced when I thought about him, the way my body came alive in response to his touch. It wasn't just physical attraction, though that was undeniable, it was something deeper. Something I wasn't ready to face.
Reluctantly, I got out of bed and got dressed, my mind still racing. When I stepped out into the living room, Denver was already there, sipping coffee and scrolling through his phone. He looked up when he saw me, and for a moment, we just stared at each other.
"Morning," he said.
"Morning," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.
He set his phone down and gestured to the coffee maker. "There's coffee if you want some."
I nodded and busied myself with making a cup, grateful for the distraction. But I could feel his eyes on me, watching me. It made my skin tingle and the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.
"Sasha," he said finally, breaking the silence. "About last night--"
"We don't have to talk about it," I interrupted, my voice sharper than I intended. "We had a lot of wine with dinner. It was a lapse of judgment. That's all."
He frowned, his brow furrowing. "A lapse?"
I turned to face him, clutching my coffee cup like a lifeline. "Denver, this is complicated enough already. We can't just let our emotions get in the way."
He stood and took a step toward me. His expression softened as he tilted his head. "Sasha, I meant what I said last night. This isn't just a fling for me. It's real. And I think you feel the same way."
I gripped the edge of the counter and looked away, my heart pounding in my chest. "It doesn't matter how we feel. We have a plan, Denver. A plan that doesn't include this."
He covered the top of my hand in his, gently unclenching my hands and weaving our fingers together. "Plans change. People change. We're both adults, Sasha. We don't have to stick to a script we wrote before we knew how much we'd care about each other."
I opened my mouth to argue, but the words caught in my throat. Because deep down, I knew he was right. This wasn't pretend anymore. It hadn't been for a while. But that didn't make it any less terrifying.
Before I could respond, my phone buzzed on the counter. I glanced at it and froze. It was a text from an unknown number. My stomach dropped when I opened it. There was a photo of me and Denver having dinner at the penthouse the night before, along with a chilling message.
"You can't escape me. I'm always watching."
My hands trembled as I stared at the screen, my coffee forgotten. Denver glanced at the screen and immediately, his jaw clenched as his eyes darkened with anger.
"That's it," he growled. "You're not going back to the office. We're staying here until we figure this out."
I shook my head, panic rising in my chest. "Denver, I can't just hide forever. This is my job, my life."
"Your safety comes first," he interrupted, his tone brooking no argument. "I'm not going to let you face this alone, Sasha. I'm here, and I'll do whatever it takes to protect you."
His words should have comforted me, but they only made the knot in my stomach tighten. "Denver, this is my problem. I don't want to drag you into it."
He cupped my face in his hands, his touch firm but gentle. "You're not dragging me into anything. I'm already in this, Sasha."
His eyes met mine, and I recognized the sincerity shining from them. It was overwhelming, the way he looked at me like I was the only thing that mattered. My breath hitched, and I felt myself wavering. But the fear, the doubt, it was still there, gnawing at my heart. "Denver, what if this ruins everything? My career, your reputation?"
He sighed, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "None of it matters if I don't have you."
My eyes filled with tears. Nobody had ever put me first like this. I looked away. "I don't know if I'm ready for this. For us."
"That's okay," he said softly, his thumb brushing against my cheek. "You don't have to have it all figured out. Just let me be here for you. Let me protect you. We'll figure the rest out together."
I wanted to believe him. I wanted to let go of the fear and the doubt and just trust that this could work. But it wasn't that simple. Not with the stalker breathing down my neck, not with the board watching our every move, and not with the messy tangle of emotions between us.
Denver seemed to sense my hesitation. He stepped back, giving me space, but his eyes never left mine. "Take your time. I'm not going anywhere. But for now, let's focus on keeping you safe. We'll work from here, and I'll make sure you're never alone."
I nodded. It wasn't ideal, but Denver was right. We had to lay low as long as the stalker was out there. "Okay."
He gave me a small, reassuring smile before pulling me into a hug. I buried my face in his chest, letting myself melt into his warmth. For the first time in weeks, I felt safe. But I couldn't shake the nagging feeling that this fragile peace wouldn't last.
Over the next few days, we fell into a routine. To my surprise, Denver didn't work in his private office. Instead, he set up his computer in the living room while I claimed the dining table for my sketches. The space became a strange mix of professional and personal, and it felt both comforting and surreal to share this part of my life with Denver.
He was surprisingly attentive, in between his own work, he made sure I had everything I needed, snacks and coffee made just the way I liked it, and he was even quiet when I was deep in thought. It was strange to see this gentle side of him compared to his notorious reputation as a cold businessman who used and discarded employees and women.
After a long day of work, we had dinner together. His chef, Lydia, was on duty today, and she had prepared a feast of grilled scallops and prawns on a bed of pasta.
Since the dining room had become my office, we ate at the kitchen island. Denver twirled pasta onto his fork and somehow, ended up splattering red tomato sauce on his shirt and cheek.
"Who knew the great Denver Roberts could be so messy?" I teased, brushing a smudge of sauce off his cheek.
He smirked, catching my wrist before I could pull away. "Careful, Sasha. You're starting to sound like you actually like me."
I rolled my eyes, but there was no denying the warmth spreading from his touch through my entire body. "Don't let it go to your head."
The meal was delicious and the moment felt so normal like we were just a normal couple having dinner together after a busy day at work.
Denver's words from last night echoed in my mind. Though he didn't push, it seemed like every touch of our hands, every glance, was loaded with intention. By the time we finished cleaning up, my nerves felt like a live wire.
"I should probably head to bed," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
Denver nodded, but he didn't move. "Yeah. Me too."
We stood there for a moment, the silence stretching between us. Fuck it, I thought. I couldn't live in fear of the what-ifs any longer. Then, before I could change my mind, I stepped forward and kissed him. It was soft, and tentative, but it was enough to shatter the fragile stalemate between us.
He responded immediately, his hands cupping my face as he deepened the kiss. My heart raced, and I clung to him as if he were the only thing keeping me grounded. The world outside, the stalker, the board, and the risks, faded away, leaving only the two of us. His lips were demanding yet tender, and I melted into him, my hands sliding up his chest to wrap around his neck.
He broke the kiss, his breathing ragged as he rested his forehead against mine. "Sasha," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "We have to stop. I can't control myself if we keep going."
I silenced him with another kiss, my fingers tangling in his hair. "I don't want to stop," I whispered against his lips. "I want this. I want you."
He let out a low growl, the sound sending a jolt of lust to my center. In one decisive scoop, he lifted me up. I let out a laugh and wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me to his bedroom. His eyes never left mine as he set me down on the edge of the bed.
He knelt in front of me, his hands resting on my knees as he looked into my eyes.
"Are you sure?" he asked. His eyes were dark with the intensity of his desire.
I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. "I'm sure."
He stood, his hands sliding up my thighs as he leaned in to kiss me again. This time, there was no hesitation. His hands roamed my body, exploring every curve as if memorizing me, and I responded in kind, tugging at his shirt until it was off and my hands could feel the warmth of his skin.
We discarded our clothes in a frenzy, and soon, our limbs were tangled together, his body pressing me into the mattress. He overwhelmed all of my senses, surrounding me with his warmth and scent. I was drowning in Denver Roberts in the most delightful way. I never wanted it to end.
Every touch was electric. His palms ran over my curves with possessiveness, cupping my breasts and plucking my nipples to hard points before he slid down to my knees. With a decisive quickness that made me suck in a breath, he parted my thighs, exposing my most secret place to his view.
His nose flared as he ran his fingers through my puffy folds. I was already so wet for him. He spread my moisture up to my clit and rubs me to a frenzy until my hips are bouncing against his thumb. "Denver, please," I begged. He cupped my mound in his hand, grinding the base against my clit. "This belongs to me."
I held his gaze. "Yes."
He squeezed my ass before slapping it, the wetness from my juices on his hand making the blow sting even more. "And this."
"Yes!" I gasped.
Cupping my chin, he ran his thumb along my bottom lip before slipping it into my mouth. I sucked him hard, savoring my own flavor on his flesh and licking him clean with my tongue. "And that pretty little mouth too." He removed his finger with a pop.
"Yes." My eyes locked in on his shaft which was so hard it pointed straight at me. Reaching down, I took his throbbing length into my hand and stroked him, tracing the ridged veins. A glistening drop of liquid pooled at the tip. My mouth watered. "I need to taste you."
"Then take what you need. Kneel."
His order sent a fresh flush of arousal through me. I obeyed, grabbing a pillow and shimmying off of the bed before dropping to my knees on top of it.
Denver wrapped one hand in my hair, cupping the back of my head, and gripped the base of his cock with his other hand. His eyes were almost dark with lust. "Swallow it like a good girl. All of it."
My tongue darted out to wet my lips before I inched closer. Keeping my eyes locked on his, I closed my lips around the swollen head, swirling my tongue around the rim before taking him in. As much as I tried, I could only make it halfway down before I gagged.
I let out a moan of disappointment and doubled my efforts. By the end of the night, I was going to suck all of him down. Soon, I found a rhythm. Closing my eyes, I worked him in and out while I savored the weight of him on my tongue and the sweet salty flavor of him. His hand flexed on my head, urging me on.
"Oh, Sasha. That's so nice. You're such a good little cock sucker." He rocked his hips against my movements, pushing more and more into my mouth.
Beaming under his praise, I opened wide to accept his thrusts.
"Look at me, Sasha," he commanded.
My eyes snapped open to meet his. His chest heaved with heavy panting breaths and his eyes were a dark amber. Tilting my head back so my neck was extended, he rocked his hips. He held my head in place as he fucked my mouth until he finally slid down my throat. My hands flew up to and gripped his thighs for purchase.
"Good girl. Fuck, that's it, Sasha. So good at sucking cock."
I felt him throb and jerk on my tongue, his length growing impossibly harder and bigger. My eyes watered. Silently, I begged him to give me what I wanted. What I needed.
"Are you ready, Sasha?" he groaned.
I was. More than ready. I opened my mouth and reached up to squeeze his balls. His fingers gripped my hair and held me in place as he gave three more hard thrusts, burying my nose in his wiry hair. His cock twitched before flooding my mouth with his salty seed. I swallowed it down, loving the thick bittersweet savory flavor of it running over my tongue and down my throat. Over and over again, he spurted until I couldn't swallow quickly enough. Dribbles of his cum fell past the corners of my lips, running down my chin and dribbling onto my breasts.
He pulled out of my mouth with a grunt. Running my thumb across my chin and breasts, I licked my finger clean, not wanting a single drop of him to go to waste.
Releasing me, he stepped back, his chest rising and falling rapidly. To my surprise, he was still hard.
"I'm not done with you yet. All of you belongs to me, remember? And I'm going to claim every part that's mine. On the bed, now."
I scrambled up onto the bed on my hands and knees. The bed dipped as Denver kneeled behind me. I felt the brush of his thighs and the wet prod of his cock on my behind. Instinctively, I dropped to my elbows, arching my back and offering my pussy to him.
Rough hands gripped my hips, fingers biting down hard enough to leave bruises. The pain only added to my arousal. A fresh flood of moisture flowed from my core.
He pulled me back until he pressed at my entrance.
"Yes," I hissed. "Do it."
Denver pushed into me with one solid motion. I cried out as he stretched my channel to the limit. Shit, how was he going to fit?
With another thrust, he drove deep, to the point of nudging the mouth of my womb.
I let out a cry and bit down on the sheets. He pounded into me with a brutal pace.
Soon, the stinging pain turned into a throbbing pleasurable pressure. My walls were so tightly stretched around him that I could feel every vein and ridge of his shaft rubbing against me. Denver twisted his hips as he pumped into me, leaving no inch of my sex untouched.
He reached around and at the first touch of his finger on my clit, I exploded. My orgasm rocked through me, lighting every limb on fire. I shook and spasmed as I rode the waves of ecstasy. Each jolt of pleasure made my channel clamp down on his invading shaft.
Denver groaned holding my hips in place as he rode me until the shockwaves of pleasure turned into weak flutters. I let out a whimper as his teasing fingers traced my stretched folds and circled around my sensitive nub.
"Denver, I can't," I whimpered.
"Shh, you can. Trust me," he murmured. He avoided touching my clit and instead gathered more of my dew before traveling up to my pucker. He pressed down against my back hole, making my core squeeze around him in surprise. He kept teasing me like that, with a throbbing press of his finger against my other entrance timed with each thrust of his cock.
Soon, I churned my hips against him, pushing my bottom against his prodding digit for more.
"Are you ready for me to give you pleasure here too?"
"Please," I hissed. I was so tense with anticipation that I was ready to explode like a coiled spring.
When he finally pushed his finger in past my tight sphincter, I cried out at the exquisite burning stretch of having him in both channels. He fucked me relentlessly in both ends, twisting his hips and fingers. Then he added another finger, until finally, he was fucking me with his thick cock and three fingers.
The pressure was intense, and there was some discomfort, but it felt so good. Pleasure built up into a searing heat and then I felt it. His cock expanded in a bulge that stretched my entrance until neither of us could move. Denver let out a roar, pulling my head to the side. His teeth clamped onto my neck and bit down. I exploded, bursting apart into a million shards of sensation. White light filled my eyes as I came, cresting on a wave of bliss.
"Mine," he growled into my ear. He filled me with his seed, flooding my sex. My muscles rippled as I rode out my orgasm, milking him until we were both spent. Finally, I shuddered and collapsed in a limp pile.
Denver pulled out and I heard him rummaging in the bathroom as well as the sound of running water.
He came back and eased me onto my back. His touch was gentle as he stroked the warm washcloth along my folds, cleaning me of our spendings. I sighed under his care.
"Sasha," he murmured against my skin, his voice a low, soft growl that filled me with warm happiness. I had done that, turned the formidable jaded CEO into a purring kitten. "You're everything."
After I was no longer sticky, we climbed under the covers. We snuggled, our limbs entwined. I rested my head on his chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat. His fingers traced lazy patterns on my back.
Tonight, we had each other and that was enough.