The CEO's Match

Hidden Desires

I stared at the closed book in my hands, my heart racing. Nova... she was into this? The thought sent a rush of heat through me, and I cursed myself for letting my mind go there. But the image of that first sentence, the vivid scene it painted, had already imprinted itself into my brain.

I should've just left the damn thing alone.

Why did I pick it up? Curiosity? Boredom? No. I think I already knew. Nova had always been... teasing, flirtatious, and I had always felt there was something more behind it. Now I was starting to see why.

I looked at the bookmark, noticing how far along she was. She'd practically devoured the book. This wasn't just something she skimmed through on occasion-she enjoyed it. Maybe even craved it.

My pulse quickened again as my thoughts spiraled back to the sentence I'd just read. My mind replayed the scene, but this time it wasn't a faceless man on the kitchen counter with her. It was *me*. Nova's soft skin, her voice whispering my name between gasps, her body pressing against mine...

*Stop it,* I told myself, forcing the book back down onto the coffee table. I couldn't think like this. Not about her. Not now. But the damage was already done. The image of her and the thought of her preferences had taken root in my mind, and I knew I wouldn't be able to shake it.

I stood up from the couch, pacing the living room, trying to cool off. But it was impossible. The more I tried to push it away, the stronger the arousal grew. I could feel myself getting hard, my body betraying me. I groaned in frustration, glancing back at the book like it was some kind of forbidden fruit.

She was always teasing, always pushing me. Was this why? Was she trying to see how far she could get me to go, testing the limits of my control? I ran a hand through my hair, trying to figure out what to do with all this new information.

What would Nova do if she knew? If she caught me reading her book and discovered how much it affected me? She'd probably smirk, tease me even more. She'd find it hilarious, knowing she had me worked up like this.

I glanced toward the hallway, where Nova was still in her room, likely asleep, unaware of what I'd just discovered about her. Part of me wanted to confront her, to see her reaction when I told her I knew. But the other part of me-the rational part-knew that wouldn't be wise.

Instead, I sat back down, trying to focus on something else, anything to get my mind off that book. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop imagining her-how she might react to me if I let myself give in, if I stopped holding back.

I groaned again, leaning back against the couch. This was going to be a long night.

I sat on the edge of the couch, feeling the overwhelming heat coursing through my body. The image of Nova, her body beneath mine, her moans filling the air-each thought made my arousal more intense. My mind kept spiraling into fantasies I knew I shouldn't entertain, but the more I tried to push them away, the stronger they seemed to cling.

My body was betraying me, each pulse and throb a reminder of how much control I was losing. I clenched my jaw, desperately trying to redirect my thoughts-focus on work, meetings, the upcoming deal. Anything to shift my focus from the explicit visions that kept invading my mind.

But nothing worked. The more I tried, the more vivid the images became. I could almost feel the heat of her skin, her breath against my neck. I imagined her hands on me, her body arching beneath mine, the rhythm of us together. The intensity of it all was almost unbearable.

I glanced down, seeing the undeniable proof of my arousal straining against my pants. My frustration mounted as I realized there was no escaping these thoughts. I grabbed a nearby pillow, pressing it over my face, trying to muffle the growing need. The pillow did little to quell the fire inside me.

I was caught in a vicious cycle-my fantasies fueled my arousal, which only made it harder to think of anything else. My breathing was ragged, each inhale a struggle against the overpowering urge. I had to get control of myself, but the longer I sat there, the harder it became.

As I lay there with the pillow over my face, the sound of Nova's footsteps approaching brought me back to reality. Panic surged through me. I needed to regain control before she saw me like this.

I took a deep breath, pushing the pillow aside and trying to compose myself. I had to get out of this mess, away from these distracting thoughts, and focus on something else-anything that could ground me before she walked in and saw me in such a state.

I quickly stood up, adjusting my clothes and making an effort to shake off the lingering heat. I needed to be ready, both for Nova's inevitable questions and for the next steps in handling my feelings-whatever they might be.