The CEO Gets What He Wants

Her face blushed deeply, and her legs almost went jelly when she felt the man's presence envelop her skin.

Avery thought that Cayden was going to kiss her just as he usually would every time, seeing that getting frisky was a constant obsession for him.

Only that time, he did not. He merely planted his lips lightly upon her fair and smooth cheeks with his eyes closed and held it there until he almost had her holding her breath before he pulled away. “Don't make me worry about you. Stop keeping your problems to yourself, whatever they may be.”

Avery bowed her head, uncertain as to what he was getting at.

“Try to rest up early. We'll head out to town together tomorrow.” The movements on Cayden's slender fingers which he used to prop up her chin were tentative to the point of reluctance when he withdrew them.

Worn out by the day's activities, Avery was aching all over. She could really use a good night's sleep. But where is he going?

Avery's heart was in disarray as she watched him exit through the door.

Cayden had disappeared on her for the whole of last night.

He had left her and the kids after dinner, coming back only at dawn, and she had no idea where he had gone during those few hours in between.

Since a successful man naturally had ways of keeping things secret, it might be possible that no one else was in the know about it as well.

Had he really gone over to Yvonne's, then Cayden's display at the outdoor activity that afternoon to embarrass Yvonne might have been purely just a cover.

Within such a romantic relationship, Yvonne would be the one who had to endure it silently.

That would be unsurprising for a wide-eyed and impulsive nineteen-year-old who had willingly fallen in love with a grown man.

Even if that might just be her own baseless conjecture, Avery was, in truth, unwilling to think that of Cayden. Never mind the negative press that often dogged countless successful men, she was willing to place her trust in him unconditionally because he was a remarkable individual and also a father to both Zachary and Rory.

Avery shook her head and declined to speculate about where Cayden had gone last night. But how could any person be expected to be this rational?

While in the showers, Avery continued to wonder whether Cayden could have gone home to sleep. Did he head back to the Moore residence or the condominium?

With Zachary and Rory both here with her, the children's father had no reason to leave and sleep elsewhere by himself.

After all, Cayden was not the man who believed in proprietary between men and women.

From the time she showered until she laid her head down and clutched her comforter close, these were the thoughts that bamboozled Avery until she slowly drifted off to sleep.

While in the midst of her slumber late at night, Avery felt a weight depress upon the bed.

The mattress in the rented room could not be compared to the luxurious bed they had back at the Moore residence. It was not even comparable to the better ones that were available in the second-hand market.

Technically speaking, it was just a metal frame with wooden boards of various thicknesses laid out on top.

A woman and child might be able to get by with it, but once a man clambered on, the boards underneath seemed to dip, laboring under the stress of his immense weight.

She was quite disoriented when she was roused, as she had fallen asleep swiftly and soundly, thanks to the strenuous outdoor activities she had gone through earlier in the day.

Why is it so hot? Shouldn't it be autumn already? How could it be as stuffy as a summer day? It's unbearable...

It was until she opened her eyes with a groan that she vaguely saw a man in a white shirt and black dress pants crouching over her and sucking at her lips.

“Mmm... You...” Avery was finally wide awake.

This feels almost too real to be a dream...

Although she was in her nighties, the fabric was thin. With the expectation that she would be sleeping alone when she was bathing last night, she did not have her undergarments on.

After a long day of climbing and swimming, she wanted to make herself as comfortable as possible after she got in and had thus clean forgotten about the fact that Cayden was in possession of the set of spare keys to the room.

Avery's reflexive moans were soft and subdued.

Like a husband who had returned after being away indefinitely, he gave her no prior heads-ups nor time to prepare. He elected to show up with his hormones firing on all cylinders in his lovely wife's bed on such a beautiful morning and to use the intensity of his kisses to convey his yearning for her.

Their bodies were pressed against each other, separated only by the clothes they had on.

Moments later, Avery's youthful body underwent a seismic change through the man's deft hands.

Her top was lifted so that Cayden's large mitt could caress the softness of her slim and silky hips. The weariness of his eyes from pulling an all-nighter evoked an element of allure while a fire ignited within his eyes.

Avery's body and soul were pitted at loggerheads with each other; it actually felt pleasant for her.

Unable to deny her body of its honesty, she went, “Ah... Ha...”

It could very well be the knowledge that there was no one else inside the rental room save the two of them that helped loosened her inhibitions.

“Are you really that sensitive there?” The hoarseness of Cayden's voice was direly irresistible. His eyes were reddened, bloodshot from working through the night. They made him appear more intimidating, but at the same time, more seductive.

Avery's body went weak all over. Her long, black tresses were spread loosely upon the pillow, and her skin, fair and smooth as an emerald, juxtaposed against the toned complexion that was exposed away from Cayden's wrist.