INICIAR SESIÓNCELESTINE'S POV:He falls back against the pillows, surprised, his gray eyes wide. I climb on top of him and reach for his tie, the one he is still wearing from work, and I pull it loose from his collar."What are you doing?" he asks, voice already thickening."What does it look like I am doing?"I tie his hands to the headboard, not too tight, just tight enough that he cannot get free without my help. He watches me the whole time, his chest rising and falling faster, lips parted. The sight of him like this, powerful, restrained, completely at my mercy, sends a rush of heat straight between my legs."You are in charge tonight," I say, leaning down so my lips brush his ear. "And by in charge, I mean you are going to lie there and let me do whatever I want to you."He swallows hard. "Yes, ma'am."I take my time. I kiss him slowly, deeply, tongues sliding and tangling until we’re both breathing hard. Then I move lower, unbuttoning his shirt with deliberate fingers, kissing every new inch
Lysander POV:One night, I come home to find her in the living room with Maxwell. They are sitting on the couch, her brother and my wife, and she is laughing at something he said. Really laughing and her eyes crinkle at the corners and her hand reaches out to touch his arm.I stand in the doorway and watch them. My chest feels tight. My jaw feels tight. There is a knot in my stomach that I do not want to examine too closely.She never laughs at my jokes like that. My jokes are terrible, she says. I am not funny, she says. But Maxwell makes her laugh like that. Maxwell, who has known her her whole life. Maxwell, who is her brother and should not make me feel like this."You never laugh at my jokes like that," I say, walking into the room.She looks up at me, still smiling. "That is because your jokes are terrible, sweetheart."I pout. I actually pout. I am Lysander Ashcroft, the richest man in the world, feared by CEOs and politicians and everyone who has ever crossed me. And I am pout
CELESTINE'S POV:"Yes," Richard squeaks. "Yes, I understand. I am sorry. I did not mean any offense."Lysander holds on for a moment longer, just long enough to make his point. Then he releases Richard's arm and steps back, his hand finding the small of my back, warm and possessive."See that it does not happen again."Richard scurries out of the room like a rat fleeing a sinking ship. I turn to Lysander and raise my eyebrows."Was that necessary?" I ask.He pulls me close and kisses my forehead. "Yes.""He was just being friendly.""He was not just being friendly. He was flirting with you. In front of me. At your place of business. While you are carrying my child."I laugh and shake my head. "You are ridiculous.""I am your husband. It is my job to be ridiculous."~A week later, Richard's company is acquired by an Ashcroft subsidiary and Richard himself is transferred to a branch office in a country I have never heard of. I ask Lysander about it and he just smiles that slow wolfish
CELESTINE'S POV:After the office incident, Lysander becomes even more possessive of me, and I have to admit that I find it incredibly hot.I did not expect to feel that way. Before him, I was married to a man who never looked at me twice, who never touched me in public, who never showed any sign that he wanted me or desired me or even remembered that I existed. Kier acted like I was an embarrassment, a burden, a piece of wood that he had to tolerate because it came with the apartment.But Lysander is the opposite. Lysander looks at me like I am the sun and the moon and the stars. He touches me constantly, not in a creepy or controlling way, but in a way that says you are mine and I am yours and I want the whole world to know it.He starts showing up at my meetings unannounced.Not all of them. Just the ones where he knows there will be men. Men who might look at me too long. Men who might get the wrong idea. Men who might forget that I am married to the richest man in the world and t
CELESTINE'S POV:We finish what we started, Lysander and I, and then he kisses my forehead and pulls back and looks at me with those gray eyes that I love so much."I think he finally got the message," he says.I glance at the glass wall. Kier is gone. The hallway is empty. The only evidence that he was ever there is the faint smudge of his face on the glass."I think so too," I say.Lysander helps me straighten my clothes and smooth my hair and find the papers that are scattered across the floor. We are both laughing, breathless and giddy, the way people are after they have done something reckless and wonderful and completely worth it."Security is going to have a lot of questions about how he got in," I say."Security is going to have a lot of questions about a lot of things. Including why the cameras in this office were turned off for twenty minutes."I raise my eyebrows at him. "You turned off the cameras?"He grins. "I turned off the cameras.""Lysander Ashcroft, you are a menace
CELESTINE'S POV:Lysander notices him too. His grip on my thighs tightens almost painfully as he starts fucking me harder, deliberately, putting on a show. Each thrust is deep and punishing, his hips snapping forward with enough force that the desk shifts beneath me. The wet slap of skin on skin grows louder, more obscene.“Look at him watching,” Lysander murmurs hotly against my ear, never breaking rhythm. “Let him see how a real man fucks his wife. Let him see what he could never do for you.”I moan louder, unable to hold back. Lysander’s cock is stretching me so perfectly, dragging against every sensitive nerve inside me. He angles his hips and hits that spot again and again, relentless, brutal. One hand slides between us, his thumb finding my swollen clit and rubbing fast, tight circles that make my eyes roll back.“Oh God—Lysander—”“Eyes on me, baby,” he commands, voice dark and possessive. “Come on my cock while your pathetic ex watches.”The pressure inside me coils impossibly







