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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

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

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.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.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