The Unwilling CEO’s Love Game

Chapter 38

Ursula got the hint and buzzed off first.

“Sorry, didn’t realize you’d be back so early, so…” Jocelyn felt she had to clear the air, given that she cared about keeping their thing under wraps.

Melvin asked her, “What do you fancy eating? I’ll have someone bring it over.”

Jocelyn went with, “Whatever.”

While Melvin peeled off his jacket and dialed for food, he looked pretty sharp in a white shirt, giving off more gentleness.

“When do you head back?” Jocelyn waited until he put the phone down to pop the question.

Melvin took a seat on the couch and patted his thigh, signaling her to hop on.

They’ve already been through the sex, so there is no need to be shy.

Jocelyn straddled his lap, reaching for his Adam’s apple, and noticed the love bite there turning a shade darker.

“When do you wanna head back? Melvin wrapped an arm around her waist, the other sprawled on the back of the sofa. With his chin tilting up, he looked both enticing and tempting.

Jocelyn had already slipped her hands under his shirt, “I was planning to play around for five days.”

Melvin frowned. He was only in town for business, which would be finished in a quick three days.

“If you’ve got stuff to do, go ahead,” Jocelyn didn’t hold back like some girls, asking him to stick around.

She knew well that better company here didn’t hold a candle to being home.

But right now, she wasn’t in the mood to head back.

Melvin enjoyed her hands wandering under his shirt, sweeping over the marks he’d left on her with lazy eyes, “What’s the fun in going out with these kiss marks?”

“That’s my business, Jocelyn shot back, playing the rebel.

Melvin fished out her restless hand, “You sure you won’t come with me?”

“Nope,” Jocelyn was firm in her rejection.

“Where am I gonna stay then?”

“You’re not homeless, Jocelyn pointed out, “No need to crash at mine anymore.”

Melvin squinted, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

come and go?” Jocelyn laid

the sofa, “You never kicked me

up, Jocelyn flashed him

totally in sync with him. But her attitude was cooler and

“Not living together?”

“Yep.

his lips, finding no trace of longing or hesitation

was right there in his arms, yet she

held her face, “I

don’t want to leave, Melvin admitted, unsure what changes were in store after he left. But he could feel

and even

on her lips where a bruise bloomed like a weathered petal, adding an exotic

there. With affection and passion in his eyes, Melvin barely parted

by that

heart fluttered under his gaze. A few more glances seemed to get her

stirring, tugging

swallowed hard, with her eyes darting away,

cue, the waiter knocked,

told, she was a bit overwhelmed. Melvin was relentless with permanent

this continued without a stop, she feared he might

in all sorts of ways lay before her. After polishing off a few scallops with garlic vermicelli and sipping some

the lobster meat for

“I’m kinda full.”

keep your strength

sharply at Melvin’s earnest look.

the plate, his

Willow, but

his face, “I’ll

noted his troubled

at the station,” Melvin grabbed his coat, “Gotta

to come along to

paused at the door, turning back to tell her,

had no reply

the feast, Jocelyn lost her appetite but still ate the lobster he’d picked

waiter to clear up, she sat alone on the balcony, comforted by the sea breeze.

calling Melvin a few times but

way of being kind

seize the day, instead of

pot