LOGINYVONNE'S P.O.VThe power from that trust alone stole the breath from my lungs “Oh..” My back arched, pushing my body into his. Mr Voss's hand around my waist was a steady anchor that kept me from falling off him My eyes rolled and stung when I felt him twitch inside of my slick wall, my pussy stretched to accommodate his girth, the initial sting morphing into enough pleasure to make me convulse His lips found the column of my throat, peppering me with kisses all over. “Good girl” the praise washed over me like a wave of aphrodisiac Mr Voss flicked a finger over my aching, oversensitive nipples, he slowly pulled me into him until our foreheads were resting on each other's and we were staring into each other's eyes He was so big, and filled so to the brim that I swear I could feel him just truth there in my stomach. The sensation of Clayton Voss inside me, after all the troubles and hurdles of the week was so good He felt so so good that I wanted to burst into tears because nothin
YVOONE'S P.O.V His mouth curved slowly in a heart-stopping smileMr Voss's lips trailed down my throat, making my back arch into him. “I've barely had you to myself for weeks darling” his murmur was hot against my skin “Weeks, since I tasted you like this”As if to stress his point, Mr Voss dragged two digits up and down my slit. A shudder ripped through me when I felt his thumb pressing down on my clit“We've literally been together every day” I say breathlessly, He chuckled, dragging his thick fingers over my slick folds, the wet sounds echoing in the quiet of his office“Professionally” he quipped back, kissing all the way down to my heavy, tender breastsAnother helpless moan escaped past my lips. I arched my back further, grinding my hips helplessly against his hardened member Mr Voss laughed lowly, while he continued torturing me with his fingers, creasing my lower lips and clit slowly enough to make me drenched and impatient I lifted my hips and settled back down on his thi
YVONNE'S P.O.VI knocked once before pushing the door open, not that it was needed anyway Mr Voss looked up immediately, he was just putting the phone away. The conference call had clearly ended; his laptop sat open before him, with several folders spread across the desk.He had long discarded his suit jacket sometime in the evening, leaving him in his crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled neatly to his forearms.My stomach did a giddy not-so-little flip. His eyes locked with mine and a devastating smile brightened the navy of it“Mr Voss" my voice was almost a whisper There was something unfair about how effortlessly attractive he was, how a single look from him had me heating upMr Voss studied me for a moment, his expression softening into that familiar smile he only showed me. “There you are”The words were simple, but the way he said them wasn't. It sounded as though he'd been waiting, I liked to think he'd been waiting for this moment, too.“As instructed” I replied light
YVONNE P.O.VIt was Friday evening and my eyes were sore from endless spreadsheets and documents The week had moved in a blur, between streams of meetings, client calls, proposal revisions, and emergency consultations that somehow always found their way onto my desk, I barely had time to catch my breath Mr Voss was the one who took the bulk of it all, most of the time, we were extremely busy, so busy that we could barely make time for ourselves We haven't even dived into the Morettii contract yet because Silverton luxury group has been receiving endless proposals upon proposalsApparently luxury didn't pause, there was always some high-end event or celebrity party to cater to ans since luxury didn't pause, neither did weSince eight o'clock this morning I have been reviewing the floral concepts for a billionaire's anniversary celebration in Napa Valley, approved revised mood boards for a luxury skincare for some up and coming producer launch in Paris and we coordinated a private bi
YVONNE'S P.O.VBy the time I got home, the sun had already set for the day, giving way to a darkening sky and twinkling starsI kicked off my shoes the moment I stepped into the apartment. I didn't bother turning on the lights or making my way to the kitchen for dinner.I'd had enough to stomach for one day—pun intended.Every step toward my bedroom felt heavy, the sound echoing through the quiet apartment. Ever since my divorce from Edgar, I had stopped sleeping in the master bedroom. The room carried too many awful memories that I hated Now, I sleep in the spare room.The moment I stepped inside, I collapsed backward on the bed, grabbed a pillow, and groaned into it then I placed it down by my sidePlain white ceiling greeted me,It was nothing like the beautiful glasshouse Mr Voss had taken us to hours agoI brushed a finger over the silver bracelet circling my wrist. My stomach fluttered when I touched the North Star A soft laugh escaped me, even though there wasn't anything fun
YVONNE'S P.O.VI blinked at him.For a moment I couldn't process what Mr Voss had just said. The words couldn't register in my head immediately, maybe it was because I had reached my surprise limit for the day“You what?”Mr Voss's smile widened slightly, his eyes flickered over my face. I had to force one of my own“I was already working on another contract,” he said casually, like we were talking about the weather or something “A proposal even bigger than the Royal wedding”My lips parted in surprise, I gaped at Mr Voss as I would at a stranger “You didn't just get another proposal, but one bigger than a Royal wedding?”His lips twitched with amusement at my very stunned reaction. His fingers trailed my cheeks softly, making my heart flutter behind my ribcage “Darling, you say that as though royal families are the peak of luxury.”“Aren't they?”“Not even close.”My brows pulled together. That only seemed to amuse Mr Voss further.“So which proposal could possibly be better than a
CLAYTON’S P.O.VI had five months to make Yvonne fall in love with me.Five months to make the woman I love mine and a much lesser time to fulfil the condition of my father’s will. The street blurred as I drove to SilverThorn Group—The company I would lose if I didn't meet up with my father's dema
YVONNE'S P.O.VA black Porsche was the first thing I saw when I came down the taxiNext was the man who owned the Porsche, the one who somehow was more powerful and commanding than the car itself.My hands turned sweaty, and the memory of the last time I'd seen him burned my mind.‘We're nowhere ne
YVONNE'S P.O.VSomehow, in between locking my lips with Mr Voss and kissing each other senseless, I found my keys in my purse.It was pure agony to separate from him so I could unlock my door, but we were outside on my porch, and anyone could see us. Besides, I couldn't do all the things I had in mi
YVONNE'S P.O.VI couldn't call him, so I sent an email instead. And then I waited. An hour, two, and no reply came from Mr Voss. I didn't recheck my phone as I dressed up, tied my hair back, and flagged a taxi to my lawyer's.The whole ride there, I zoned in and out of my mind. The city blurred pa







