The CEO's Spy

A Slow Morning Together

Waking up without the sound of my alarm going off was like my own personal heaven. I stared at the ceiling and stretched my sluggish body. I sat up, holding the cool sheets to my body when I realized I wasn't wearing anything to bed. I never did that before, no matter the situation there was always a layer of clothing between the sheets and me.

Biting my lip I glanced aside. Maxen was no longer there, it was nothing new that he was already out and about. He probably went for his morning run, answered dozens of emails and was now currently making plans to take over the world.

Smiling to myself I scooted to the edge of the bed and tried to locate my clothes. I found my white top and white see-through shirt in a crumpled heap, my blazer and skirt were nowhere to be found. Holding the sheets securely to my body I tried to pick up my white top, barely reaching it without tumbling over.

"What are you doing?"

Hearing Maxen's clear voice made me yelp, the sound high-pitched and probably only heard by the dogs in the neighborhood.

"Darling?" He asked.

I sat up, clutching the sheets tightly to keep them in place, "I'm naked." I told him.

His lips curled up into a smirk, "I'm aware." He told me, "I am the one who undressed you, remember?"

I didn't forget about our intimate night together, I could still feel him between my legs. I squeezed my thighs together, trying to prevent myself from getting all wet again. A shower is what I needed, not another round of passionate sex.

"What I'm trying to say is that I always wear something to bed even after sex."

He held my gaze, trying to figure me out. When I was about to speak up again he moved, stepping to his closet and grabbing a clean gray tee. He tossed it to me, I caught it with ease. The fabric was soft to the touch. I pulled the tee over my head and covered up my body.

"Feeling better?" He asked me.

"I know it's silly," I admitted to him, my cheeks heating up in embarrassment.

"We all have our little habits, darling." He told me, his tone calm and soothing, "No need to feel embarrassed over it." He glanced over his shoulder, "I made breakfast, meet me in the dining room once you're ready?"

"Yes." I climbed out of bed and pulled the tee down as much as possible, it barely covered my bum and thighs, "I'm going to freshen up."

"You know your way around here." He gestured to his room, "Just make yourself at home." He then nodded to his closet, "Grab whatever you need to make yourself feel comfortable."

Before he could walk away I stepped to him, grabbed onto the side of his shirt and pulled him toward me. I wrapped my arms around his waist and buried my head in his chest. He chuckled at me suddenly showing him affection like that. I couldn't contain my appreciation for him though. He made me feel like I was floating, all I could think about was being in his arms and feeling his warmth.

Maxen kissed the top of my head, "Darling, you okay?"

"More than okay," I whispered to him.

He gently ran his fingers through my hair, "Shower and then breakfast?" He asked, "You're not up for it?"

I was actually pretty hungry, might be because he exhausted me last night. I remembered why there was no layer of clothing between the sheets and I. After the fourth orgasm I simply passed out. Thinking about all the things Maxen did to me last night made me heat up. I felt the wetness trail down my thighs. Pulling away from him I pointedly avoided his gaze. Shower and breakfast that was my goal here.