The CEO's Prison Reunion

"This isn't the way to my house, is it?" Ella Garcia stumbled along the road, squinting at the grand, golden letters in front of her. It looked like a hotel.

David Jones held her hand, coaxing softly, "You're not feeling well right now. It's too far to go home. Let's rest at the hotel first, and I'll take you home once you feel better."

Ella's rational mind sensed something was off.

David was a blind date arranged by her family. They had met for dinner at a poorly rated restaurant, with nothing around except this hotel.

After dinner, she had felt dizzy and feverish, struggling even to walk.

Ella wasn't stupid. She immediately tried to pull away and shouted, "Let go of me!"

David tightened his grip, continuing to coax, "It's okay. You'll feel better soon."

"You're a creep! Let go of me!" Ella shouted, "Help!"

The security guard at the hotel entrance glanced over. David smiled and explained, "She drank too much. We're a couple."

Ella shook her head and said, "No, I don't know him. I..."

Suddenly, a strong hand grabbed her arm, and a deep voice sounded in her ear, "Do you know him?"

Ella looked up, trying to see his face, but could only make out a blurry outline.

Her gaze dropped to his military uniform, which seemed to stand out in sharp clarity.

She felt like she had found a protector and obediently shook her head. "No, I don't know him. He's supposed to be a blind date..."

Michael Johnson turned to David and asked, "Are you going to leave on your own, or should I call the police?"

David, realizing his plan was ruined and intimidated by Michael's uniform, spat angrily and left.

Michael looked down at the unsteady Ella and questioned, "Where do you live?"

Ella mumbled something.

Michael leaned closer and asked, "What?"

Ella suddenly leaned in, her lips brushing his ear, and whispered an address.

Michael's Adam's apple bobbed as he picked her up and carried her to his car.

Half an hour later, Michael carried Ella to her door and asked for her keys, but her hands trembled too much to find them.

"They're in my pants pocket," she whispered.

"Sorry," Michael apologized before reaching into her back pocket. His hand pressed a bit too hard, and Ella let out a small sound.

Michael swallowed hard, feeling a tightness in his pants. He had been celibate for a long time.

After finding the keys, he quickly opened the door and placed Ella on the bed, avoiding looking at her too much, and turned to leave.

"Wait, water..." Ella mumbled, feeling thirsty.

Michael couldn't leave her like that. He turned back and poured her a glass of water. She drank quickly, spilling some on his thumb and forefinger.

Ella finished the glass and then started sucking the water off his fingers.

"You feel nice," she said, her face pressing against his hand, rubbing it, and looking up at him with glistening eyes, "Cool me down."

Without waiting for Michael's consent, Ella clung to him, trying to find relief, her hands around his waist, rubbing against him.

Her cheek occasionally brushed against his erect penis, eliciting a low groan from him.

For some reason, the sound was incredibly arousing, making Ella feel even hotter.

She unconsciously stroked Michael's erect penis, as if discovering something new, "It's still growing."

Michael was struggling, trying to control himself, his hands gripping her shoulders to pull her up.

Ella, soft and pliant, fell against him, holding his neck, "I'm so hot, what should I do?"

"Get a grip, I'm not your blind date," Michael said, his eyes reddening with restraint.