Oops I Banged the CEO novel Chapter 2

“I mean, last night… we… we…” Yvonne stammered, flustered and tripping over her own words.

“We slept together.”

Those simple words exploded like a muffled thunderclap in Yvonne’s mind.

Still clinging to a last shred of hope, she pressed, “But did we… you know…?”

“We did.”

Yvonne sucked in a sharp breath, her eyes widening in disbelief.

Marico watched her, taking in her shocked and slightly regretful expression. “Do you regret it?”

That was hard to answer.

Her first time—with a tall, handsome man whose body was as amazing as his manners—had been incredible. But the fact that man was her direct boss made the whole thing a social nightmare.

“Mr. Hamilton, I was drunk last night—I barely remember anything. But we’re both adults, right? Let’s just move on and pretend nothing happened.”

Marico looked at her, a slow and unhurried smile curving his lips. “You’re still in my bed, and you think it’s that easy to move on?”

Yvonne’s eyes darted to the faint love bites on his collarbone. Clutching the blanket tighter, she said, “Can you turn around? I need to get dressed.”

Instead of turning away, Marico climbed back onto the bed.

Yvonne tensed in surprise. In an instant, his strikingly handsome face was right in front of hers.

She clung to the blanket and tried to scoot back, but his hand suddenly caught hers, raising her arm and pinning it above her head.

As they struggled, the blanket slipped down to her waist, skin brushing against skin. A shiver of electricity ran through her, making her whole body tremble.

“Mr. Hamilton, you—!”

Her heart pounded wildly, her face burning with heat. He was so heavy, and the position was utterly mortifying. Marico’s features were taut with restraint, making him look all the more attractive and untouchable.

“Didn’t you just say you don’t remember anything?” Marico’s gaze locked onto hers. “Let me help you remember, okay?”

Yvonne’s face turned even redder, her eyes darting around, unsure where to look. When she accidentally glanced at the defined lines of his muscles, the vivid memory of last night’s experience flashed through her mind.

Desire, once unleashed, is impossible to contain—and Yvonne, even as a newcomer to all this, was no exception.

Without another word, Marico’s body—radiating with masculine energy—pressed down on her again.

He lowered his head, gently biting the pale skin of her collarbone.

Yvonne let out an involuntary whimper.

“Mr. Hamilton!” Yvonne tried to stop him.

But before she could finish, her breath caught, her eyes flew wide, and the rest of her protest turned into a muffled gasp.

Maybe she’d sobered up, but she soon realized she couldn’t withstand his touch for long.

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