An Affair With The Ceo Novel – “Strip from the waist down and lie back.” The man’s voice was deep and commanding. Natasha Whittier’s heart gave a violent jolt in her chest. She had no idea when or how she had developed this shameful, unspeakable condition. Whenever the urge hit, she just wanted to be fucked. It did not matter if she was at the office or out in public. This constant, dripping arousal was completely ruining her life.
Pushed to the breaking point, she finally bit the bullet and booked an appointment at this high-end private clinic. She picked it strictly for the ironclad privacy, even though the bill was insanely high. But she had specifically asked for the head of gynecology, a woman in her late forties. ‘Why is the person examining me a tall, strapping male doctor?’ she wondered. “Do I really have to take them off?” Natasha asked. She was a total wreck, her voice barely a whisper. The thought of exposing herself to a strange man, even a doctor, was unbearably awkward.
Jared Rundell kept a deadpan expression. “How am I supposed to check you out if you stay dressed?” “But I just…” Natasha flushed a deep crimson, shifting uncomfortably. A surgical mask covered half his face, but his piercing eyes were intense and impossible to read. A sudden, filthy fantasy hijacked her brain. She pictured him slamming her down onto the exam table and fucking her brains out right then and there. Natasha quickly shook her head, trying to snap out of it. ‘Jesus Christ! What is wrong with me? Why am I thinking about his cock?’ She took a deep breath to steady her racing pulse. ‘He is just a doctor. He probably looks at dozens of wet pussies every single day.
This is literally just his nine-to-five.’ Forcing herself to believe those excuses, she swallowed her pride, peeled off her pants and underwear, and lay back on the crinkly paper of the exam bed. “So, what exactly is bothering you?” Jared asked casually while prepping his sterilized tools. Natasha’s cheeks burned like fire all over again. “My… my pussy…” Seeing that she couldn’t bring herself to say the actual word, Jared offered a blunt suggestion. “Rough sex? Got a tear down there?” When young, hot women came into his GYN clinic, that was usually the culprit.
To his surprise, Natasha shook her head, her cheeks still blazing. “No. I don’t even have a sex life.” Jared froze. He turned to give her a shocked, lingering look. Natasha was a total knockout. She had flawless skin and delicate features, a perfect mix of pure innocence and raw sex appeal. She was the kind of stunner a guy jerked off to after just one glance. ‘A ten like her should have dudes lining up to date her. How the hell was she not getting laid?’ he wondered. “I just… I feel really… weird… down there,” she stammered, squirming under his heavy, dark stare. Jared’s fingers gripped the swab a little tighter.
He kept his cool on the outside, locking his eyes dead on hers. “Weird how?” Natasha went completely mute. She squeezed her eyes shut. ‘How the hell do I even explain this?’ “It’s… well, it’s just…” She bit down hard on her full lower lip, desperate to say it but completely stuck. Watching the deep cherry flush spread across her beautiful face, Jared swallowed hard. A heavy surge of heat pooled directly in his groin. He shoved the dirty thought aside and forced a professional tone. “Any idea what triggered it?” Natasha fumbled her words, utterly humiliated. “Well, it’s… I…” She looked away, her heart pounding. ‘How can I tell him I’m just insanely horny and aching for a hard cock?’ She had been married to her husband Percy Grosso for over a year, but he hadn’t touched her once.
As her physical urges grew stronger and more demanding, Percy had actually started avoiding her. He was terrified of her initiating anything sexual. Left with no other options, Natasha had been forced to take care of her own needs. But clearly, getting herself off wasn’t cutting it anymore. She needed the real thing. She needed it hard and deep. Jared carefully watched her reactions. “Are you married?” Natasha nodded on instinct. For some inexplicable reason, a sharp wave of disappointment washed over him.
Jared’s eyes darkened a shade. “Just lie back and relax. Let me take a look.” Natasha obediently leaned back. Her slender hands balled into tight fists by her sides. Her face felt like it was on fire. Jared stared intently at her, his voice dropping to a husky, intimate register. “Don’t move.” Natasha was already drowning in shame. ‘Factoring in my hyper-sensitive, constantly aroused state, how could I possibly stay perfectly still while he intimately examines me?’ “Is there any way I can get a female doctor?” she asked, thoroughly mortified.
The look in Jared’s eyes grew even more intense. “Are you dissatisfied with my care?” “No, that’s not it at all,” Natasha hurriedly tried to explain. Before she could finish, he cut her off with a cold, hard rejection. “You booked my time