The Unwilling CEO's Love Game novel Chapter 6

Jocelyn just couldn't bear his life-threatening tone. Leaning against the wall, she let out a huff, "It's late."

"Anything goes at night. You have three seconds to open the door, or I'm busting the door down. 3…" Melvin threatened.

Jocelyn couldn't defy him; she knew he was a man of his word.

Banging down the door now would totally stir up a hornet's nest.

As he counted down to "2", Jocelyn caved and opened the door.

Melvin put away his phone, raised an eyebrow, "Eager, aren't we?"

"What the hell do you want?" Jocelyn stood in the doorway, blocking his entry.

Melvin just gave a gentle push and squeezed into the room, closing the door behind him. Before she could blow her top, he cupped the back of her head and planted a kiss on her lips.

"Mm…" Jocelyn's lips stayed sealed as she pushed against him.

Breathing heavily, he ignored the anger in her eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing, his voice husky, "I missed you."

His kind of missing was purely physical. Jocelyn understood the look in his eyes; it wasn't her he wanted; it was her body.

And damn it, she always ended up waving the white flag too easily. Just a simple 'I miss you' from him, and she's utterly disoriented.

Melvin kissed her, "Did you miss me?"

Being addicted to someone is like quitting smoking; you can resist for a few days, but the moment a lit cigarette is within reach, the urge to take a drag is irresistible.

That's exactly where she was at.

Melvin's kisses grew more intense, his hands starting to wander.

His slightly rough palm slid under the hem of her clothes onto her smooth skin, his heavy breaths creating a moist warmth in the nape of her neck.

Jocelyn felt herself melting into his embrace. As his hand moved higher, she took a sharp inhale and grabbed his hand, "If it's just about scratching an itch, go find someone else."

Melvin's hand paused, lifting lust-filled eyes, "You really gonna deny me?"

Jocelyn’s eyes brimmed with tears as she stared him down, her stance saying it all.

"I'll take what I want!" Melvin kissed her neck, sucking hard.

Three years had been long enough for him to get hooked on her, to crave her like a favorite flavor. No other woman caught his interest; they all seemed bland.

He was into her body.

"Is this what? Rape?" Jocelyn turned her head, her teeth clenched yet her body betraying her with a shameful moan.

Melvin's breath teased her ear, laced with a hint of triumph, "Dare to say you don't want me?"

As he spoke, his hand caressed her soft belly, knowing exactly where her weak spot was.

"Mmm…" Jocelyn couldn't help but let out a sultry moan.

"Still claiming you don't want it?" Melvin's eyes twinkled with mischief, and then something didn't feel quite right.

Puzzled, he flipped on the light, and the stark red startled his eyes.

...

Melvin stepped out of the bathroom, shot a look at the flushed woman, and snorted, "No wonder you're so cranky."

Jocelyn seriously wished she could just jump off the balcony right now.

Embarrassing as hell.

Now, the interest was killed for anything.

"Go wash up and change," Melvin said flatly as he left.

A wave of self-pity washed over Jocelyn. Before any tears could fall, she quickly grabbed some clothes and headed for a shower.

Afterward, she brewed some brown sugar ginger coffee, her thoughts drifting.