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My Accidental Billionaire Husband Dry Humping In The Yacht
~Katia~The Gulf was enormous around us. The city was a jagged, glittering line on the horizon, but out here, the water was a deep, restless turquoise that seemed to pull at the very edges of my control.Julian reached across the table and took my hand. I turned my hand over and held his, my skin humming where we touched. The conversation about Aiden—about the fathers we don't know and the ones we lose—had stripped away the last of the professional armour."Katia," he whispered.He didn't wait for me to answer. He stood, never letting go of my hand, and led me to the oversized sun pad at the stern of the boat. The crew was gone, the engines were a distant, rhythmic thrum, and the "eye fucking" that had been building since the moment we entered the yacht reached a fever pitch. He looked at me like he wanted to dismantle me.He pushed me back against the cushions. I felt the heat of the sun-warmed leather against my back as he hovered over me. We started kissing—not the tentative explor
My Accidental Billionaire Husband On the water
~Katia~The message came through at nine in the morning.Not a call, a text, which was how Julian communicated when he had already decided something and was informing rather than asking. Three words and a time.Pier 7. Noon.I showed it to Sam.She read it. She handed the phone back. She said nothing, which was the Sam version of saying everything."I have the expansion briefing at ten," I said."Which ends at eleven thirty," she said. "Pier 7 is twelve minutes from the hotel."I looked at her."I'm just doing the logistics," she said, with the perfectly neutral expression she had been perfecting for years.I went to the expansion briefing. I presented two slides, answered four questions, delegated three action items to Davies, and was in the car at eleven thirty-two.Pier 7 was in Dubai Marina — the specific kind of marina that existed because someone had decided Dubai needed not just a coastline but a curated coastline, every detail considered, the water itself seeming to understand
My Accidental Billionaire Husband Another picture in Dubai
Julian”s POVThe food arrived. We ate. The conversation moved, not away from what had been said, but around it, the way conversations move when something significant has been placed between two people and both of them need a moment to exist alongside it before deciding what to do next.I told her about my grandmother. She told me about Aiden, the go-kart league, the way Pete the instructor had pulled her aside after the first lap, and the specific joy on his face when he crossed the finish line. I told her about the Amsterdam project my father had refused, the one that had cost him everything and taught me more about what the Windsor name meant than any boardroom ever had. He died before he saw what it became. A car accident, sixteen years ago, when I was eighteen. She went quiet when I said it – not the polite quiet of someone waiting for the subject to change, but the real quiet of someone who understood what it meant to lose a parent before you were ready. She listened with the com
My Accidental Billionaire Husband A Kiss Above the World
~Julian~I had reserved the table three weeks ago.Not because I had planned this specifically; I had not planned any of this specifically, which was itself a fact I was still adjusting to. I had reserved it because the Burj Khalifa's At.mosphere restaurant required a reservation three weeks in advance regardless of who you were and because I had known from the moment the Dubai itinerary was confirmed that I was going to use every hour of this week correctly.The car collected her at seven thirty.I was already in the lobby when she came down. She was wearing something the colour of midnight, structured, and precise, the kind of dress that made the word 'elegant' feel insufficient. She saw me and clocked that we were alone — no Zane, no Sam, no team — and her expression did the thing it did when she was recalibrating."Burj Khalifa," I said, before she could ask.She looked at me for a moment. "Of course it is."The elevator was fast, the kind of fast that required a moment of adjustm
My Accidental Billionaire Husband Dry Humping In The Desert
~Katia~The light was doing something extraordinary now — the fulldesert sunset beginning its final push, the sky moving through colours thatdidn’t exist anywhere else, and the dunes catching each shift and throwing itback amplified. Rose, gold, deep amber, something approaching red that was notquite any colour I had a name for.Hassan was at the camp below – just visible, a small figuremoving between the tents, far enough that the desert had swallowed all soundbetween us and him.We were entirely alone on the ridge.Julian turned to me, his eyes dark, reflecting the dying gold ofthe sun. There was no innocence left in the way he looked at me. It was asilent, predatory claim. He reached out, his hand cupping the back of my neck,and pulled me into a kiss that tasted like heat and salt and a night ofsuppressed hunger.We sank onto the dune together. The sand was still warm from theday, fine as silk beneath us. Julian pushed me back slowly, his weight a heavypressure until my
My Accidental Billionaire Husband The Desert
~Katia~The car collected us at four.Not a hotel car, but a private Land Cruiser, sand-coloured, the kind of vehicle that looked like it had been somewhere real and intended to go back. The driver was a compact, quiet man named Hassan who greeted Julian in Arabic, and Julian responded in kind, which was the second time today I had watched him use a language I had not known he spoke and had decided not to comment on because commenting would have required acknowledging that I was cataloguing these things.I was absolutely cataloguing these things.Sam had texted at three forty-five: Where are you going?I had texted back: Desert.She didn't type back for approximately ten seconds. Then: Alone?Me: Hassan is driving.Sam: That is not what I asked.I had put my phone in my bag and gone downstairs.The desert began where Dubai ended, which happened faster than you expected. One moment there were buildings and roads and the specific organised density of a city that had been constructed wit
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