Kylian's POVI sat in my seat at the head of the table in the conference room, staring at Kieran. He was pretending like nothing had happened the other night at dinner. Pretending he hadn’t flirted with Yvonne and rekindling whatever friendship they had and pushing me out in the process. I couldn’t stop the negative thoughts from coming. I had to wonder if there had ever been anything between the two of them. Had they slept together at all? Maybe they had a friends-with-benefits type of thing? She looked genuinely happy to see him, something I didn’t see when she saw me. I could admit I was a little jealous.Kieran was pretending to be normal, to be my friend, but I didn’t trust him. As I listened to one of the board members talk, I zoned out, replaying the evening over and over in my head. Yvonne and Kieran had huddled together in the corner, laughing and talking like they had known each other forever. She had touched his shoulder and he was constantly touching her hand. She didn’t do
Kylian's POV“You’re engaged? I had to find out from the gossip section of the paper that my best friend is engaged.”I groaned. “I’m sorry. Things have been hectic.”“You mentioned you were seeing someone. You didn’t say it was that serious,” he complained.“I wasn’t sure. I wanted to find out if it was the real thing and whether or not she was really the woman I wanted to marry. Then, it just happened,” I said, not really lying about how things went down.“Congratulations. Am I going to meet her?”“I’m sure you will,” I muttered, ordering my own drink.He nodded. “You don’t sound all that excited about the whole thing.”“It’s been a shit day at work.”“So, tell me about her.”I let out a long sigh, knowing I wasn’t going to get that escape I was hoping for. “I don’t know. She’s pretty, smart, a little stubborn. I didn’t want to tell you about her in case it ended up being one of those things that faded away. We don’t get to hang out all that often and I didn’t want to spend it talkin
Yvonne's POVHe was too big for the room. I had no idea how I was supposed to sit in these meetings beside him and pretend I wasn’t thinking of sex. I was convinced it was written all over my face. I knew he had to see it. I kept biting my bottom lip, thinking back to the limo ride home and how I had made a complete fool of myself. I had let him put his hand under my skirt. Not just let, loved it. Loved the naughtiness and the danger of it and wasn’t all that ashamed by my response.“Do you agree?” I heard him say.I blinked. I had no idea what he was talking about. “Do I agree with what?”He grinned, and I wanted to slap him. He knew exactly where my mind had been. I took a deep breath and looked at the advertising executive that had been talking.“Yes,” I mumbled, nodding and hoping it was the right answer.I didn’t get the chance to think about the limo ride because I was reliving it all over again. His hand was on my knee, under the table. I jerked away, telling him to stop. I glan
Yvonne's POVI nodded, willing to agree to just about anything to get that release that was hanging just out of reach. “Okay.”“We’ll go out for drinks first, make a public appearance, let the press see us together,” he said in a husky tone.“Yes,” I moaned, my response having nothing to do with what he was actually saying.His fingers slipped under my panties, touching my core. His finger pressed against the hard nub that was throbbing in time with my heartbeat, sending me cascading into heavenly bliss. My head fell forward as I rode out a very public orgasm, doing my best to conceal what was happening to my body.His quiet presence beside me helped ground me. I looked up as his hand pulled away from my leg. “I’ll text you the details for tomorrow,” he whispered, then kissed me on the cheek before he headed toward the door of the conference room.Cynthia appeared seconds later and flopped down in the seat he had vacated. I couldn’t quite get my legs to stop shaking and was glad she ch
Kylian's POVI wanted to show Yvonne off. It would be great publicity while getting the investors off our backs and shutting down the naysayers. Of course, there would still be some people who would print hateful crap, but at least the positive would far outweigh the negative.When the limo parked in front of her building, she was already in the lobby. I had a feeling she didn’t want me in her place for one reason or another. That was fine. She could keep her little private domain for now.“Are you ready?” I asked her, leading her with her hand on my arm to the limo.“I hope so.”“You look beautiful. That blue dress is going to photograph really well,” I told her, meaning every word.She laughed. “I never thought I would be dressing for the media, but I guess there is a first time for everything. Where exactly are we going?”“The Monarch Rooftop. I may have dropped a little hint we would be there enjoying some predinner drinks before a quiet dinner at my place,” I told her.She grimace
Kylian's POV“What about it? You actually want to have a wedding?” she asked with surprise.I shrugged. “I don’t know. I mean, we’ve got to be married, my kid has to be born in wedlock. I think,” I murmured, not entirely sure of the details but having a feeling my dad would have wanted it that way.“I don’t know how to plan a fake wedding. I don’t know how to plan a real wedding for that matter. Am I supposed to wear white?” she said before bursting into laughter.“I don’t have a clue what the social etiquette is for an arranged marriage. If you want to wear white, you should.”She nodded. “I don’t think I do, but I’ll mull it over. I can’t imagine dress shopping and telling the person I need a dress for a wedding that I’m already planning my divorce.”I smiled. “Maybe don’t lead with that. Do you want to keep it small?” She nodded. “Absolutely. I don’t know that many people I like anyway.I certainly don’t need any additional witnesses to the crime. Is it a crime?” “I don’t think so.
Yvonne's POVI wanted him more than I had ever wanted another man. I was yanking his shirt off as fast as I could, wanting to get my mouth on all that hot skin.His hands were roaming over my body, before he spun me around.“Don’t move,” he ordered, and I stopped. I didn’t even draw a breath as he slowly unzipped my dress.I had picked my lingerie with him in mind. It was a lot of ribbons and very little fabric. It was not my normal style, but when I had seen the little black number hanging in the window of the adult store, I knew I had to have it.“What the fuck is this?” he growled low in his throat, pushing the dress from my shoulders before slowly turning me back around to face him.I smiled. “I picked it out for you.”He reached out and ran a hand over one of the thin strips of fabric that formed an X over each nipple. The strip connected to a few more ribbons that crossed over my ribs to that tiny black bit of fabric between my legs.“I like it. Walk for me,” he ordered.I looked
Yvonne's POVHis hands went to my hips, holding me still as he pulled out before slamming back inside my body with such force that the chair slid.“Don’t move!” he shouted.I whimpered in response, eager to do his bidding. He slammed into me again, the chair moving several more inches across the floor.He slapped my ass. “Don’t move!”I cried out as he thrust inside again, and my feet shuffled under me. Another slap, another scolding for moving. I was turning into a pile of goo. My body was creaming all over his dick as the orgasm began to build. It was another violent thrust followed by another slap before I heard myself screaming out in pleasure, demanding he do it again. The chair hit the wall, stopping the slaps and giving me something solid to push against to take those deep thrusts of his cock fully inside my body.I was coming so hard I couldn’t stand up. It had been the longest orgasm of my life, reaching higher and higher as he pushed my bo