Mag-log in“I told you I'm no longer interested in working with you,” I said the moment I walked into the VIP room, eyes narrowed at the man who didn't seem to know what it meant when someone refused to work with him. He turned and smiled, showing me that gap that always irked me. Today, he was dressed lightly. The button-down grey shirt he wore, only had the top button open, and the black slacks gave it that relaxed formal look. “I know, and it's such a pity you don't see things the way I do, Miss Lylah.”“If you know, why are you here?” I couldn't hide my irritation anymore. I was still trying to understand my mood swings, and this man thought it was the best time to come over. “I have something else for you.” He gestured to the couch opposite him. “Why don't you take a seat? It'll take time.” I didn't want to. I just wanted to return to my office and spend the entire day alone, away from every fucking person in this God-forsaken world, but I couldn't help my curiosity. The look he was givi
“Hell no!” I screamed so loud, sitting up suddenly. Four pairs of eyes instantly turned to look at me, and I paled. Fuck. Did I scream that loud while in a meeting with my executives? “Ma'am, are you okay?” Mia, the manager of my second bar, asked, looking concerned. Gulping, I nodded, feeling so freaking embarrassed. If only the ground would open and fucking swallow me. Midway into the general meeting, I had thought about the sex we had this morning, and that was when I fucking realised something. We had been fucking without protection. None of us thought about using a condom and the pills…. “Yeah.” I placed a hand on my forehead, still feeling freaking embarrassed. My outburst would be enough to tell them I wasn't even listening to them. I had been thinking about something else entirely. “So, for the ad I proposed, should we work with it?” James, the ad, and assistant manager, asked. “Yeah. Just do whatever you want.” I waved him off, still hiding my face. Christ. We had sex
His hands moved slowly. Soap first, working a lather across my shoulders, down my arms. He washed me like I was something breakable, his palms sliding over my breasts, my stomach, and the insides of my thighs. I was still sensitive, and I flinched when his fingers found my pussy. He paused, his eyes meeting mine, then continued, gently washing the evidence of us away. It wasn't erotic, but my damned pussy thought otherwise. If he had kept it up, I would have climaxed, just from getting washed down there. “Turn around.” His voice was quiet, the command soft. I obeyed, and his hands found my back, working soap into my skin, tracing the curve of my spine. He kneaded my shoulders, and I let my head drop forward, letting the water beat against my neck. His hands slid lower, over my ass, down my thighs, and then he was kneeling behind me, his mouth pressing a kiss to the small of my back.He stood, rinsed the soap from my body, and then turned me to face him again. The water ran over us b
I watched the door, feeling damned frustrated. You would have thought Kielan would take all he could, now that I had offered my body freely to him, like he had always wanted, but he didn't seem to realise what I needed. Did he think I wanted to eat with my pussy throbbing, thirsting for him?My body ached in that sweet way, the kind that reminded me of exactly how he had held me, how he had looked at me like I was something precious.Unable to hold myself back, just like last night, I got up from the bed and threw on a robe before I left the house. Thankfully, the number of workers has been reduced, and the two housekeepers we have now only come twice a week to clean everything up. Which means I can do whatever I want today. That is, if John isn't around. I haven't seen him for two days now.I padded barefoot into the kitchen. Kielan was at the stove, shirtless, those low-slung sweatpants riding his hips. The morning light flittering from the window, cut across his shoulders and caugh
His fingers hooked into the waistband of my underwear, and he just held them, waiting, giving me time to say no. But I didn't. I couldn't. Every word I knew had left my body, replaced by the desperate rhythm of my heart.“Look at me.”I forced my eyes open, realising then that I had closed them when the sensation became too much for me. He was watching me, his face inches from my cunt, and the sight of him there, this handsome man, looking at me like I was the only woman in the world, undid me completely.“I want to taste you,” he said. “But I need you to tell me that you want it too. I need to hear it.”My throat was dry, and my voice came out cracked, barely above a whisper. “Yes.”“Yes, what?”“Yes, I want you to—” I couldn't finish because the words were too much, too honest, too raw.He smiled and pressed a kiss to the inside of my thigh. “That's enough.”He pulled my underwear down. The fabric dragged over my hips, my thighs, and my knees, until I was naked beneath him. The air
When he broke away from the kiss, seconds, minutes or even fucking hours later, his hand cupped my jaw and I couldn't look away. I couldn't hide from the intense expression in his gaze, one that held me captive and dared me to hide. His thumb traced the curve of my cheekbone like he was memorising the shape of me, and I realised he had never touched me like that. His thumb moved to my lower lip and pressed gently, then his mouth found my collarbone. Even though I liked how gentle he was, the slowness terrified me. The way he was taking his time like we had all morning, like there was nowhere else he needed to be. I was used to being taken fast and hard, mostly with my back turned to him. Not this way, with him tracing my collarbone with his lips like it was sacred ground.His mouth moved lower, to the hollow of my throat. I felt his breath there first before his lips pressed against the delicate skin. A shiver ran through me, and I heard myself make a sound I didn't recognise. “Shh







