MIDNIGHT Bride The CEO's TEMPTATION

Crystal raised her eyebrows as she ran her cold fingers across the top of Nathan's silky shirt. She paused in the middle when she came to the top button, and she rolled it like a gem between her thumb and forefinger. She looked him in the eyes, smiled, and slipped the button free from the eyelet. One button - she thought to herself, and then two.

Nathan raised his lips into a playful, sexy smile.

Three buttons - Crystal was counting each in her head and using it as a device to keep herself calm- Keep Calm and Chive On- she told herself.

The tip of Crystal's finger accidentally touched Nathan's chest muscles as she exposed them to the air, and he flinched- Four Buttons. His chest was flat and hard, and it felt very hot. Suddenly, Nathan grabbed Crystal's hand, and she couldn't move. She looked up, and tears appeared in her eyes. She cried out, "Professor Davis, your pulse is racing too fast. Be careful. You could be in danger of having a heart attack!"

Nathan laughed cruelly when he heard that. He said, "My sweet young thing, you are so naïve. I am not going to have a heart attack. The reason that my heart is racing so fast is because of how badly I want to fuck you! Right here, on the spot!"

Crystal froze. She didn't know how to react.

It felt like no matter what she did, she ended up in one of his traps.

After a while, Nathan leaned back into the seat lazily. He frowned frivolously and looked at her quietly, Crystal felt a little concerned about what might happen next. She looked into his aphrodisiac eyes and said, "You wouldn't."

A wicked grin appeared on Nathan's face, and he said, "I would. Wouldn't you? And why not? This is a good quality car!"

In the back of her mind, Crystal asked herself, is this some sort of a test? Is Nathan trying to test my boundaries? The scary thing was that Crystal didn't even know where her boundaries lay. I must have some limits though, she told herself-surely, I do!

Crystal felt like she had a devil on one shoulder and an angel on the other. The Angel was shouting at her to get away, to "Get out while you still can!" But the Devil was singing a much sweeter song, one of lust and depravity, and of hunger sated - and then there was Mr. Ford to think of. If she gave in to her carnal desires, she would also be doing something noble for a good man- but that isn't right, or is it?

Crystal wanted to help Mr. Ford, but she didn't want to get in trouble. What am I to do? Without making a decision, she popped open the fifth button, and Nathan's navel was clearly visible. She could see a turf of hair and a trail that led further down his abdomen.

The sixth button was the last, and after popping it, Crystal spread open Nathan's shirt so that she could get a good look at his chest. Nathan radiated masculinity. He was lean and powerful, and there wasn't a trace of fat on him. His body was a chiseled work of art, and. Crystal's fingers were drawn to the master lines that defined his pectoral and abdominal. muscles. But when she ran those fingers along the waist of his pants, he hastily grabbed her wrist. "You're playing with fire," he admonished her.

"Maybe," she sighed, "but I feel like I'm fireproof right now." Crystal began to pull Nathan's shirt off his shoulders, but he commanded her to stop.

Nathan looked up at the driver and said, "Pull over and stop the car!" The driver slowed down, and once he'd pulled over, Nathan looked at him in the mirror and said, "Get out! Now!"

The driver saw impatience in Nathan's eyes and got out as quickly as he could. "Go get a coffee," Nathan said. "I'll call you if I need you. Otherwise, find your own way home."

The driver nodded as if this was routine, and then he took off down the street. Once Crystal and Nathan were alone, she looked at him nervously and asked, "Are you angry? It seems that you weren't satisfied with my performance?"

"Where did you learn to perform so well?" Nathan asked.

"I taught myself," Crystal replied nervously.

Nathan scowled, and he said, "I don't believe you. A girl cannot just learn to behave like this. She needs to be guided by a man. Did Carlos teach you these tricks?"

"He did," Crystal admitted. "You can't get angry, though. I may be damaged goods, but I never claimed not to be! If you want to return the goods, you are free to do so. Carlos has already told me that he would take me back!"

"Return the goods?" Nathan gasped. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Without warning, an unquenchable fire began to rage within him, and he felt like he could quickly lose control if he weren't careful.

"Of course, I can return the goods," he growled, "but before that, I want to inspect the goods and sample the merchandise."

Nathan grabbed Crystal's hand as he had in his office, and he twisted it violently behind her back, causing her to cry out in fear and pain. Her back arched, and his eyes swept over her body, and a wolfish grin appeared on his face. He chuckled and said, "So, my sweet young thing isn't as sweet as I thought she was."

Crystal had been through a lot with Nathan, and she had finally reached her breaking point. She pushed her face close up to Nathan's and said, "Fine! Inspect the goods all you want. If you do, though, then I get to check your goods - tit for tat! Is it a deal?"

Nathan sat back for a moment. He was intrigued. "Sure," he said. "It's a deal." 

Crystal hadn't expected him to agree so readily, and his sudden amicable attitude gave her an idea. She leaned forward and gave him a quick, chaste kiss. Then, as she pulled away, she whispered into his ear: "Professor Davis, do you like to be kissed with your eyes open because I'd like to kiss you with your eyes closed."

Nathan shrugged.. "It doesn't matter to me," he said, and he closed his eyes dutifully - and the minute his eyes were closed, Crystal opened the door of the car, grabbed Nathan's shirt, and rushed out into the street.