LOGINYVONNE'S P.O.VA black sedan arrived less than an hour later, forty-three minutes to be exact. I was standing by my bedroom window, watching the street go by when I saw it pull up to the curb below. The vehicle was sleek, shining under the afternoon sun. The windows were dark and tinted tooThen a man stepped out, as if he could feel me watching him, he looked up towards my window, his face expressionless A swallow worked down my throat. Quickly, I grabbed my purse, checked my reflection one more time in my vanity mirror, my dress was plain and simple, the makeup on my face was minimal When I got down to the curb, the man was waiting for the passenger door of the car to open. He was tall and broad-shouldered, dressed in an immaculate black suit with sharp linesHis expression never changed. It was the same static blankness from when he saw me watching through the window I forced a small smile out of courtesy “Hello”No answer. My eyes scrutinized the car, just in case there was a
YVONNE'S P.O.VSaturdays were supposed to feel too short.That was the unspoken rule of weekends, You blinked once, and they were over. Today, however, seemed determined to prove every rule wrong.Time had slowed to the pacing of a snail. My eyes drifted to the clock perched above my bedroom wall for what had to be the twentieth time this morning. A tired groan escaped my lips when the thin hands informed me it was only ten twenty-seven.As in Ten twenty-seven A.M I had been awake since a little after seven. It can't be just three hours since. God, it felt like I've been waiting for days, turns out it's just their measly hours I was impatient and restless out of my mind. “Can you move faster” I muttered to the clock, but it only continued its ticking byWith nothing else to do, I reached for my phone, scrolling through every app I frequented, including my emails. There were no missed calls, no messages. Nothing The only thread of conversation I had open was Sasha telling me she'd
YVONNE'S P.O.VMr Voss didn't rush us — me.He gathered me into his arms carefully, with delicate care the way one would handle a precious fragile object. I felt impossibly weightless in his hold as he led us into his private bathroom“Easy, Darling” he murmured against my hair, a trickling of amusement running underneath his voice, that earlier fire from our passionate sex minutes ago had burned out into something warm and grounding I snuggled into his chest, enjoying the feel of being in his arms a tad too much. He carried me into his private bathroom, which was sleek and spacious. The marble was a darkened blue color, the amber lighting made it feel warmer, overhead there was a rainfall shower, the kind I've only seen in screen Steam instantly filled the space, curling around us like a veil of warm clouds. He set me down gently, his hands lingering at my waist for a second longer than necessary. “Sit,” he said while reaching for a clean towel I obeyed the request, lowering my
YVONNE'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'S P.O.V He gave me no option. Not like Mr Voss commanded me to be his date for tonight, it's just that when he asks things like that, it's hard to say no. I'm pretty sure I'd jump into a well if he so much as requests it. So at nine p.m., instead of taking the damning pregnancy test sti
YVONNE'S P.O.V Her words were like gunshots fired right through my chest. I pulled away from Mr Voss's hold on me so fast that he didn't have time to hold me closer to himself. The brown eyed lady smiled at me, as if she could see right through all the horrible things I was about to do. As if she
CLAYTON'S P.OVThe emergency wasn’t business. It was a person.Aunt Stephanie had been on my last bloody nerve long before Italy, but lately she’d gotten worse, turned into a thorn underneath my skin. If not for her, I wouldn’t have cut our trip short.Not that I feared her. Stephanie was nothing b
CLAYTON'S P.O.V“I'll be waiting for you at the gazebo,” I said and softly clicked the door shut I stood outside her room for another minute or two, listening to the soft rustling as she likely scrambled to pull herself together. It made my chest tighten. AgainThe way she cried and kept apologiz







