My CEO's Blackmail Tape - Chapter 9: Chapter 9

In the end, common sense won out over reckless desire. That text stayed locked in my drafts, unsent.
Back at home, I collapsed onto the couch, exhaustion pulling me under before I even realized I'd dozed off. The sound of familiar voices tugged me back to consciousness.
I blinked awake just as Daniel pushed through the door, suitcase in hand. His grin widened when he saw me, arms spreading open in that familiar invitation.
My heart leapt. He'd just texted that he'd be back later—this was a complete surprise. I launched myself at him, laughing as I threw my arms around his neck, pressing a kiss to his lips—
Then I saw him.
Nathan Roscente.
Standing right behind my husband.
Our eyes locked, and my breath vanished. Oh God. Why was he here? My pulse pounded so hard I could barely think.
Daniel chuckled, oblivious, explaining how he'd run into Nathan at the airport. With their companies about to collaborate, he'd invited him over to discuss business.
Nathan's gaze lingered on me, subtle but loaded, sending a shiver down my spine. I wanted to scream at him to stop, to be careful—but there was no opening.
Daniel nudged me toward the kitchen, asking me to grab snacks so they could talk over drinks.
I practically fled, shutting the door behind me before finally exhaling. But the memory of Nathan's filthy texts—sent while I was on the subway, surrounded by strangers—flooded back, heat rushing to my cheeks.
Once the food was ready, Daniel pulled me to the table. I knew what he wanted—our company was a major player, and Nathan was my boss. A few well-placed words from me could speed things along.
But after a couple of drinks, Nathan got bold.
His hand slid under the table, fingers closing around my thigh.
Electric shock. I froze, shooting him a glare when Daniel wasn't looking, wrenching my leg away.
Daniel, already tipsy, swayed as he stood, mumbling something about the bathroom.
The second he was out of sight, I turned to snap at Nathan—
Only for him to seize my face and crush his mouth against mine.
His tongue invaded, hot and possessive, stealing my breath. I shoved at his chest, panic flaring—this was my house, my husband was steps away, how could he be this reckless?
But I couldn't scream. Couldn't make a sound.
Nathan pulled back just as the bathroom door creaked open, settling into his seat like nothing had happened.
I was shaking. He looked amused.
Daniel rubbed his temple. "Sorry, Nathan. I'm wiped—need to lie down."
Nathan stood smoothly. "Of course. Evelyn, help him to bed. I should head out."
Daniel swayed, unsteady, and I barely managed a stiff goodbye before guiding him to the bedroom.
Drunk men were dead weight. By the time I wrestled him out of his clothes and into bed, I was sweating.
Then arms locked around me from behind.
I gasped—
A rough hand clamped over my mouth.
Nathan's voice was a dark purr in my ear. "Doing you right in front of your husband… I've been fantasizing about this."
His fingers slipped under my skirt, teasing through my panties. My body burned, betraying me with every flick of his touch.
What the hell do I do?
Terror and pleasure twisted together, my breath coming in shallow hitches. I bit my lip hard—but a traitorous whimper escaped.
Nathan smirked, fingers working faster.
Then Daniel murmured sleepily, "Honey…?"
My mind shattered.
Eyes flew open.