Loving the CEO novel Chapter 38

"Hello Mrs. Martinez, I am Melissa––"

"I heard you are the first-time sweetheart," my mom said, cutting her off. "Emily, is this really necessary?" My mom asked, trying to mask her annoyance but was failing miserably.

"Yes, it is. You know I need to be assured you will be okay since Grace won't be here to take care of you anymore and even though Paul stops by a couple of times, he's a doctor and he can't be here with you every day." My mother didn't like the idea of having a live-in nurse in her home, but because I pleaded with her and showed her what can happen when she's the only one here, she agreed.

"Okay," she grumbled.

"Is everything okay?" We heard a deep voice booming. Turning our heads in the direction the voice came from, we saw that it was Adam.

"Adam," my mother gushed. Rolling my eyes at her behavior, I hoped and prayed she won't say anything embarrassing like what she did at the hospital a few weeks ago.

"Mrs. Martinez," he smiled while hugging her tightly. Pulling from his embrace, she pinched his cheeks which caused him to laugh.

"Mom, I have to go," I said in an annoyed tone. I was jealous that he didn't even acknowledge me and I was the one with who he was going to Paris with.

"Okay sweetheart," she replied before hugging me once more and kissing me on the cheek. Bidding her and Melissa goodbye once again, Adam took my suitcase and we made our way to the door.

"Emily, don't forget to use condoms," my mom shouted after me. I could hear snickering in the room and I wanted to jump off from the top of the building.

Looking at Adam, he had a dark look in his eyes and he had one of his famous smirk resting on his lips.

"Don't you dare say a word," I growled. Nodding his head while laughing, we exited my apartment and made our way outside to the car. Putting my bags inside the trunk, Adam opened my door and waited until I got in before he came inside. Bidding me good morning, James started the ignition before driving off. No words were exchanged between Adam and I and I was happy for that even though I was wondering what he was thinking.

Settling down comfortably, I made a mental note to call my mother as soon as we land. She had totally embarrassed me today and I honestly did not like it one bit.

Thinking back to what she said, I chuckled and I didn't realize it was out loud until Adam spoke.

"What's so funny?"

"Huh?" I asked dumbfounded.

"You chuckled, so I am asking you what's so funny."

"Did I now?"

"Yes, you did. So, tell me."

"It was nothing." I couldn't tell him I was laughing because if I did, he would remember what she had said and I couldn't deal with being embarrassed all over again.

***

It took me a couple of seconds to realize where I was and that I was dreaming and that my hand was still resting on something hard.

Praying to God, it wasn't what I think it was. Slowly looking down, I saw exactly what my hand was on. There it was, resting casually on his huge bulge.

Drawing my hand back so fast, you think it was burnt. I heard him let out a throaty laugh before saying, "I am so looking forward to this week.

With my heart in my throat, I closed my eyes and tried to catch my breath.

We just arrived in Paris, and already I am touching him all over.

*****

Adam

Un-boarding the plane, we went inside the airport then through baggage claim where we took up our suitcase and exited the Orly Airport in Paris. Outside we saw a car that was waiting for us that was sent by the company I was going to meet with to take us to the La Reserve Paris Hotel and Spa, one of the local and most beautiful hotels in Paris.

Taking our bags, the driver placed them in the trunk then opened our doors so we could sit. Closing the door behind us, he got in behind the wheel and drove off. The places in Paris were beautiful, well seeing that it was a beautiful city. Even though it was beautiful, the scenery of it still couldn't distract me from my thoughts of what happened while Emily and I were on the plane. She was apparently dreaming about me and had moaned my name in her sleep while unconsciously rubbing my dick that had gotten hard the minute her hand made contact with it. She was saying in her sleep that I should continue touching her, and when I asked her where she replied and said her clit.

I almost lost it there and then. I was contemplating to wake her up and bring her to the bathroom to bend her over and fuck her hard, but I controlled myself. We were on the plane and I couldn't risk us being thrown off or going to jail because we were being inappropriate–– quite frankly I couldn't give a fuck, it was more about Emily. I think the experience would scare her, so I had to reign in those hormones of mine