The Unwilling CEO’s Love Game



The bathroom was spacious enough to place a bed with room to spare.

The tub was so large, one could almost take a swim in it, and there was even a couch idly positioned to the side.

Jocelyn couldn't fathom why anyone would need a couch in a bathroom.

"Is there anywhere else we haven't explored?" she asked with a hint of curiosity in her voice.

"There's a patio outside the bedroom, quite expansive and bare. You can take your time to envision its potential another day," Melvin replied casually. Jocelyn made a move towards the outside.

But Melvin caught her hand, halting her steps.

"I want to have a look."

"There's nothing remarkable to see. Wouldn't you rather test out the couch's comfort or the ample space in the tub?" His arms wrapped around her waist, his intentions obvious as he leaned in.

Jocelyn leaned back, and in one swift motion, Melvin scooped her up and deposited her onto the chaise, his body pressing down onto hers.

In that instant, she realized the purpose of placing a couch in the bathroom.

"You..." She propped herself up on her elbows, her eyes sparkling with playful accusation. "This was deliberate."

"It's not deliberate," he murmured, his gaze deep and tender as he brushed her hair. "It's just the natural dance of love between husband and wife." No sooner had the words left his mouth than his lips found hers.

The kiss was gentle at first, a soft exploration that gradually deepened with each passing moment.

The chaise lounge was the perfect combination of comfort and support, accommodating their entwined bodies without complaint.

Jocelyn succumbed to the waves of pleasure Melvin conjured, her body melting into his embrace, her resistance ebbing away like the tide.

Melvin was a maestro of desire, his repertoire vast as he claimed. The pleasure he delivered was indescribable, unparalleled by anything she'd ever known.

After an eternity, he lay atop her, breath ragged, lips grazing her shoulder with occasional playful bites that evoked soft moans and involuntary shivers from Jocelyn.

"Tired?" His voice was a husky whisper against her neck, sending a tremor through her heart.

Exhausted, with a delicious ache in her limbs, she could only muster a faint nod.

Satisfied by the flush on her cheeks, Melvin kissed her lightly and asked, "How's my technique?"

The question surprised Jocelyn that he was still seeking her recognition, typical of a man's pride in such matters.

"Yes, it's good," she assured him, truthfully content.

"Then we shall continue," he declared, lifting her effortlessly.

Jocelyn clung to his neck in surprise, her body suspended in his arms before being gently submerged into the warm embrace of the bathtub. The water's buoyancy eased her tired muscles, providing a soothing reprieve.

Melvin watched her intently, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

Jocelyn, still shy under his gaze, found herself blushing as he disappeared beneath the surface.

"You..." she gasped as sensation coursed through her, her body reacting with a life of its own. She arched her neck, bit her lip, and clasped his head underwater, terrified of releasing any sounds of pleasure that might escape.

Melvin surfaced, nipping at her chin. "Relax, honey. Don't worry, the room is soundproof."

His words only heightened her embarrassment.

Once again, he dove under, playful as a dolphin, leaving Jocelyn unable to contain her vocal appreciation for his attentions.

Outside the window, the moon hung full and bright.

The curtains were undrawn, allowing moonbeams to dance across the rippling waters, where the two lovers truly embodied the ecstasy of their union.

On the other side of the globe on his honeymoon, Harrison Whitman came across Jocelyn's tweet - intertwined hands and the heading of a marriage certificate. His heart felt constricted, breathless.

Ursula emerged from the bathroom, about to ask him what he fancied for dinner, but stopped short at the sight of him staring at his phone, his expression grim.

"What's wrong?" she approached softly.

Glancing at the screen, she saw Jocelyn's tweet. All her good mood evaporated in a second.

"She got married with that Castiel guy, didn't she?" Harrison closed the app, turning to Ursula.

She sat down, her voice steady. "No."

"And the child?" he pressed.

"That's not hers."

He stood there, staring at Ursula. "You knew all along?"

"Yes." Her gaze was calm as she faced him. "So? Are you blaming me for not telling you sooner? What would you have done? Chase after her again?"

He had a retort at the tip of his tongue but remained silent, knowing nothing would have changed.

"No." Harrison retreated to the bedroom.

Ursula's heart ached as she watched him flee. She knew Harrison still harbored feelings for Jocelyn, even as he married her. Despite their intimacy, she was never the sole occupant of his heart.

She had hoped he could at least pretend a bit, having done so for so long.

But now, he had lost control right in front of her. He couldn't pretend any longer.

...

The next day, Jocelyn was utterly spent, particularly her waist and legs feeling alien to her own.

"Awake?" Melvin's kiss on her eyelid greeted her as she stirred. "Did you sleep well?"

"You..." Jocelyn's voice was hoarse as she began to speak, then promptly clamped her mouth shut. It was embarrassingly raspy.

Melvin chuckled.

Closing her eyes again, Jocelyn resigned herself to silence. What was the point of arguing when she didn't have the strength to stand her ground? Exhaustion had granted her a deep sleep, even turning in bed became a challenge. Every twist sent a pang through her sore muscles.

Remembering Melvin's tactics from the night before, she blushed. His repertoire must have been honed over years of experience, and she had been all too willing to follow his lead.

"Got a text from Dad this morning asking if I wanted to come home for lunch," Melvin whispered into her ear, his voice a playful murmur. "Slept in, didn't we? Woke up to find it's already this late. Couple minutes before you stirred, he asked again to see if we're up for dinner. What should I tell him?"

Jocelyn pushed his face away, wanting a bit more space for the moment.

Undeterred, Melvin pulled her into his arms. "They've gotta know we were beat from last night. Haven't replied all morning, and if we get back to them this afternoon, we're totally busted. They'll figure we've slept in. Don't you think going back for dinner would be more embarrassing?"

Right now, Jocelyn's teeth itched with irritation - he had her wrapped around his finger.

She bit down on his chest, and Melvin inhaled sharply, his voice husky with a mix of pain and playfulness, "Babe, that hurts."

As if Jocelyn cared about his pain.

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He deserved every bit of the bite.

But then again, the way he said "babe" made her heart do back flips.