Page 65 of Luxe

"She... is..."

"The same woman you saw me with in London."

My face falls; hearing it out loud makes it so much more real. My hands tug down on the T-shirt, trying to cover more of myself even though I can feel the wetness he drew from me drenching my inner thighs. "Yes."

"And?"

"And..." His look in unwavering, veins in his arms popping, as he’s refraining from letting loose. I can't help but squirm under his gaze, like a kid in the principal’s office. Except that never scared me. This does.

"And thought you were still with her.”

He shifts his balance and drags in a breath. "I was never with her."

"What?" No. He’s lying.

"Not now. Not then."

"But I..."

He uncrosses his arms and tucks them into his pockets, flexing onto his toes, making him look even taller. "I made it look that way. I wanted you to hate me enough to forget about the idea of us ever being together. She's my executive assistant. She runs my life, is annoying as fuck, and is around a lot, but there's never been anything between us. And there never will be. And do you know why?"

I'm too afraid to entertain the thought. "You don't fuck employees?"

The left corner of his mouth twitches the only thing to crack his serious demeanor. "You're my employee. And we've fucked."

"Kylian..."

"And we're about to fuck again. Turn back to the wall, and pull the T-shirt up over your ass."

I can’t even pretend that that’s not what I want, but the new information has me reeling.

“I’m not going to wait all day, Kiara.”

I snap out of my thought and obey. I lift my arms up to brace myself against the wall.

"Arms behind your back."

"But…"

"Arms behind your back. Face against the wall. I'm not going to ask again so nicely."

The timbre of his voice, firm, no nonsense, travels right down to my core where I’m throbbing so hard, I wonder if he can sense it. I stand one foot from the wall, my ass curved up in the air and I pull the T-shirt so it exposes my ass, then lean forward, face against the wall.

It's so quiet in the room, I can hear the blood thump in my veins.

"You are so fucking gorgeous, angel! Do you have any idea what you do to me?" His words tug at my legs, and I spread them a little further, trying to imagine the view that he has, and what I can do to make him want me more. The leg spreading seems to do it because there’s a growl.

"That's a good girl, stand there just like that. It makes me so hard to see you standing there, waiting for me."

There's nothing but the sound of my breath for a minute. Two minutes. Three.

Then his voice is in my ear, "I should have you sculptured in this position. You look perfect, angel."

And then his cock is inside me. In one movement he pulls my hips back as he pummels his hardness into me,

"Ohhhh, fuck," I moan, my inside feeling so full I might explode. "Kylian!"

"I love when you say my name, god I love it," he growls into my ear as he pulls all the way out and then slams back in, the tip of his cock driving the sides of my pussy apart, stretching me, making my clit ache.

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