Her Innocent CEO: An Instalove Possessive Male Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 191) Read online

  CONTENTS

  Her Innocent CEO

  NEWSLETTER

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Epilogue

  Extended Epilogue

  NEWSLETTER

  A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS

  BRATVA BEAR SHIFTERS

  LAIRDS & LADIES

  RUSSIAN UNDERWORLD

  IRISH WOLF SHIFTERS

  About the Author

  HER INNOCENT CEO

  AN OLDER MAN YOUNGER WOMAN ROMANCE

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  A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS, 191

  FLORA FERRARI

  Copyright © 2020 by Flora Ferrari

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  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

  The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations. It is intended for mature readers.

  HER INNOCENT CEO

  MADDOX

  I’ve watched her from a distance. Felt the things she does to me, imagined the things I’d do to her.

  But today’s the day. I’ve made up my mind

  I have to tell her, I have to make her mine.

  Slight problem.

  My building’s being swarmed by the feds. I know it’s a set up, I’ve seen this coming for weeks, my own firm partner finally driving in the last nail as he tries to over throw me.

  Do I stand and fight for my innocence, or do I go to her, staking my claim over hers?

  JASMINE

  Maddox Mapleton. I could sit and stare at him all day… in fact, I pretty much do.

  He’s my screen saver, his portrait’s in the foyer. He’s on the news, a lot…

  And he’s always on my mind.

  I’ll probably never even meet him, let alone fulfill my older guy, younger curvy gal fantasy, but who cares?

  It’s not work if I’m getting paid for it and I get to feel his eyes on me all day.

  I wonder what would happen, just say… if something happened so that our paths crossed.

  If he came down from the top floor… all the way down here to floor fifteen…

  Right here to my desk. In the flesh.

  *Her Innocent CEO is an insta-everything OTT, crazy standalone instalove romance with a HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.

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  CHAPTER ONE

  Maddox

  There’s no time.

  I knew I’d been double-crossed, set up. Weeks ago. No surprises there, but why this day. Why now?

  It’s late morning on a Wednesday at Hunter-Mapleton Legal, as I watch the CCTV from my laptop as the building I oversee, the whole firm is overcome by an unavoidable attack.

  The feds are clambering their way up fire escapes in tenements across the street, swarming stairwells in my building and no doubt, working their way through the roof and basement parking lot.

  A dull thud outside from helicopter rotors cuts through the three inch glass of my office suites… soundproof.

  Not.

  There’s no escape for me.

  Or is there?

  I’ve been watching her… before any of this even started.

  Day after day, whenever I get a spare minute or two, I watch her.

  Her long blond hair tied back in a tight bun. Her snow white blouses I’m sure she picks just to tease me, letting me see the outline of her ample chest and those pebbled nipples stiffening once I turn up the A/C on her floor, once she starts to trace her finger over my face on her own screen.

  But it’s her curves I can never see enough of. Her thick thighs, child bearing hips I’ve vowed to grip as I fill her with our babies, and that ass. Oh my god, that ass that I know is just fucking perfect.

  Behind that huge wall of the reception counter I can only see so much. It’s when she stands up or even better, drops her pen… those for me are the money shots.

  I’ve seen the most beautiful thing and longed for it, waiting for my own moment to seize it.

  To stake my claim and then claim her properly.

  She’s secretary to some nobody on floor fifteen. But she’s not just a nobody. No.

  I’ve watched her watching me, and I have to say it’s made me so damned hard I’ve literally come in my pants on several occasions just watching her, thinking about her thinking about me.

  I know the look.

  I see it in my own reflection staring back from the screen.

  Want.

  Need for her.

  My damned picture’s plastered all over this building, the whole firm is a walking ad for Maddox Mapleton. Or is it the other way around?

  But I can’t keep doing this, I won’t. Today is the day I’ve chosen to go down there and lay it all on the line.

  No more games. I won’t spend another drop until I’m deep inside her.

  She’s the one, I know it. And now’s my chance, my only chance to find out.

  Trouble is I hadn’t counted on a federal raid right when I was about to blow my load for one, and go down and tell her just how I feel either.

  Jasmine Tate.

  I’ve looked at her employee profile just as much as I’ve studied her, but I’ve only ever seen her in person a couple of times.

  In the elevator. I sometimes put on coveralls and a low truckers cap and pretend to be a janitor, just to listen in on what the staff is saying, but mostly to get close to what I want.

  I’ve had to bite my knuckles to stop from crying out, to stop from reaching over and touching her.

  It’s kind of fitting in a way that today’s unwanted invasion should spur me on to finally tell her how I feel. She’s also my only way out of here… somehow.

  I don’t know exactly how just yet, but something in my heart tells me she’s the answer to more than just one of my problems in this life.

  Being alone, needing someone the most obvious one.

  Having her help me get clear of the building undetected maybe not so obvious. And maybe not so simple either.

  The place is well and truly surrounded.

  Groaning as I stand suddenly, I feel my thousand dollar pants catch on my satin boxers, straining against my hardness for her.

  Keeping one eye on her on the screen, my other scans the doorway while I open my safe, absently stuffing stacks of cash into my jacket pockets.

  I’ll need some time to prove my innocence. But it’s impossible to have those days clear if I’m in the custody of our federal friends an
d even more so if I don’t have any walking around money.

  I’ll also need some time with Jasmine, lord only knows how long that will take, but today’s the day.

  A promise is a promise and I always keep my word, even to myself.

  The silent, private alarm from security starts to flash red in the ceiling.

  Too little too late, but thanks guys you’ve done your job.

  I emptied my physical files weeks ago, the digital ones only last night.

  I don’t know the charges yet, but they must be something special if they’ve sent half the state’s agents to arrest me.

  They are after all, only doing their jobs… acting on the wrong information from the man who’s trying to save his own neck after putting mine on the block.

  My own firm’s partner… the man whose name is in eighteen feet letters on the building’s roof next to mine.

  James Hunter. But to me, after today, he’ll only go by one name.

  Traitor.

  Hunter and Mapleton. I knew I should’ve had it the other way around, giving him ideas from day one by putting his name first in the partnership.

  Locking the safe again and scooping up my laptop, I choose to leave everything else.

  Cards, wallet, even my phone.

  I want my exit to be as quiet as their inability to find me.

  The more smoke I can put between me and them, the truth and the lies I’m still yet to expose fully, the better.

  But right now, as strange as it seems, I only have one thing on my mind.

  Jasmine.

  I have to get to her, before anyone or anything else.

  We need to get out of here, but before that, I need to touch her.

  To feel her. To breathe her in and press her hard against me, just in case I don’t make it out today.

  I can at least go down knowing I tried, that I gave it my best shot.

  Maybe she’ll wait for me?

  But no. I can’t think like that.

  It’s her or nothing, today and every day from now on.

  Always.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Jasmine

  Mad Maddox.

  That’s what the papers call him, or anyone who’s never agreed with his unusual way of practicing law or any other business for that matter.

  Me? I don’t know much about law or business. I just know a hot older guy when I see him, and Mr. Maddox Mapleton is all that and more.

  Sigh.

  I’m just a nobody secretary in a nothing department for the firm he runs. But secretly, knowing he’s somewhere upstairs every day is the only thing that gets me to work in the morning and keeps me going most of the day.

  Mostly.

  The rest of the time I stare at him as long as I can.

  He’s like a guardian angel in my mind, somehow watching over me. That’s what I tell myself.

  Not that he’d probably even looked twice at me, but a girl’s gotta have dreams. Wishes.

  Fantasies.

  His face is my screensaver on my work computer… on almost every screen in the building, but every time I look at him it feels like he’s looking right at me.

  It’s just part of his charisma I guess.

  One of the perks of the job is having his eye on me all day and I can’t really get in trouble for having our chief partner’s picture at my workstation, even if nothing else is happening.

  My other boss, in this office anyway, is the head of some obscure online marketing division. Something I’m sure was invented for her by whoever she slept with to get the job and I know it wasn’t Maddox.

  He’d never do anything so cheap.

  Karen Singleton she’s taken today off, same as yesterday. Even when she’s at work it’s always on some boozy lunch with some paralegal executive, trying to sleep her sorry Barbie wannabe ass up the corporate ladder.

  But I don’t mind. It leaves me with more time to look at Maddox… and maybe even do some typing before I go home for the day.

  But today feels different.

  The air’s tense and although cold again in the office, I have a funny feeling that those dark, brooding eyes are on me more than ever.

  Maybe it’s just being alone at reception for so long, nobody ever comes up here. Maybe it’s just because I’ve been seeing his face in my dreams… Those eyes… Only leaving mine once his head disappears down there to…

  “Jasmine!? Jasmine Tate?”

  My heart freezes at the sound of his deep, commanding voice and I look up over the high wood veneer of the reception desk.

  It’s him… it’s… really… him…

  Maddox Mapleton.

  My head is nodding but my mouth’s gaping and I’m taking in the double view of the man himself mixed with my eyes still on my screen.

  Surely not?

  His huge muscular frame fills the double smoked glass doors he’s flung open and his jet black stare that matches the shine of his thick hair summons me to heed his every word.

  There’s no time to lose, I can just feel it.

  “I need to get under your desk, right now!” he exclaims.

  Without a thought, I feel my heels digging into the plastic carpet protector underneath.

  I’m shifting my air-lift chair back, shuddering a little breath as I open my legs slightly too.

  Hoping this isn’t some sort of joke.

  This is really happening, it’s really him.

  Without glancing back but jutting his chiseled jaw behind him for a moment, he explains things.

  Sort of.

  “Jasmine… Apologies… I’m in a jam. I really can’t discuss right now… and if I can just have two minutes under your desk, all will be revealed in time,” he says ominously.

  I can feel my chest stiffen instantly against my blouse, pounding as I try and take all of this in. Take all of him in, while my body is throwing itself backwards on my chair and making a space for him under my desk of all places.

  “I kneel before no one, Jasmine. Except you, at this moment,” he growls, taking my hand and kissing it briskly, making me swoon as I become aware of the sudden commotion outside the door.

  “Stay quiet! All will be revealed,” he promises, disappearing under my desk and I can feel the heat of his huge body underneath me, my legs still open slightly.

  His huge hands suddenly resting on my knees draw another shuddering gasp from me.

  I must be dreaming. This is Maddox Mapleton himself, in between my thighs and under my desk.

  “Mr. Mapleton,” I murmur, a feeble attempt at protest before my eyes snap back to the doorway to stop them from rolling all the way back again.

  But he’s not having any of it.

  His huge hands grip my knees as he compels me to do as he says.

  “The future depends on this, right now! Hide me Jasmine, stay silent and I will reward you. Beyond measure I promise,” he hisses under his breath, moving back further under my desk but keeping his hands on me, only letting them slide from my knees to my calves.

  “B-But,” I stammer, yielding to him, yielding to his touch as I finally feel my own eyes starting to roll back, beyond all my control.

  I don’t care about anything else right now. Nobody’s ever touched me like this, let alone the likes of Maddox Mapleton.

  I’m shivering like I’m cold but flushing so hot like I have a fever from his touch. From him being so close to me.

  I feel something inside me about to come loose, like I’ve never felt before.

  The double doors swing open again, a thin looking man in a cheap suit appears.

  Nervous.

  Twitchy.

  “Uhh… I’m agent Sloane, I.R.S. Miss?” he drawls, trying to sound impressive, but I don’t see a badge and only cock my brow, peering over my glasses at him.

  “Do you have an appointment?” I ask curtly, not even flinching when I feel Maddox gripping me tighter under my desk.

  The guy looks taken aback.

  “Ummm… No! As I just said, Intern
al Revenue Service… We’re here with other federal agencies, we have a warrant… We’re looking for-”

  But he doesn’t finish.

  A muted call from the hallway sees him disappearing as quickly as he came in.

  I can feel Maddox moving his head up closer between my legs, but I don’t stop him.

  I grip the back of his head with both hands and let my fingers run through his hair instead, shuddering as I feel the vibration of his low growl through my chair and up into my aching mound.

  Through my very soul.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Maddox

  I managed to get down here just in time, and in more ways than one.

  The private elevator takes me straight to her floor, it’s also the one place I know won’t show on any cameras or be accessible by these… visitors.

  I’ve seen to that, shutting down the CCTV and any elevators that are empty from my laptop, hoping to at least slow them down some so I can get away.

  Most important though, it takes me straight to her.

  I have my laptop in one hand and pockets bulging with cash, but there’s another bulge that starts forming as soon as I see her face.

  She’s real. It’s happening. I can finally breathe.

  The whole set up by Hunter, the feds busting into the building seems somehow suddenly worth it.

  But I would’ve gotten up the courage today. I had to tell her. I mean, I will tell her.

  I only just manage to get myself out of sight when one of the men who’ve swarmed the building bursts into her reception area.

  Surprising even me, she asks the man if he has an appointment.

  I have to stifle a laugh under the desk, but being so close to her, my hands on her legs which are open just far enough for me to catch a glimpse of her pink panties under her skirt. Stifling a laugh turns into muffling a groan.

  I.R.S.? But they have feds in the building too… what the hell?

  My ears buzz and then pop. I hear the man get called away as quickly as he appeared, followed closely by the sensation of Jasmine’s hands on my head as I inch closer to what must be the most welcome sight for sore eyes.

  Her legs open wide enough for me to see everything, well…

  Almost everything.