Eternally Seduced(8)

"Yanna."

"Yes," I whimpered.

"You have to promise to keep quiet, though."

I nodded, unable to say anything more because his fingers were moving again, going up and down against my sheath.

"Are you ready?"

"Ye---" My mouth parted in a silent scream of agonized pleasure because  Constantijin had again taken me by surprise, sliding his finger in and  out in a rhythm that made a huge shudder go through my body.

"Quiet, schat."

I nodded, gripping the tablecloth desperately with one hand as I did my  best to prevent my body from meeting the thrusts of his fingers. I was  so wet and crazy with desire for him that even this very first  penetration of my body didn't hurt. If anything, it just left me wanting  for more and more.

"Do you want it faster?"

I nodded and closed my eyes when his fingers thrust in and out with increased speed, making me catch my breath.

"Harder?"

I nodded again, not wanting to speak. I was afraid that if I opened my mouth, I'd end up moaning my pleasure instead.

His fingers fucked me harder and faster this time, and I nearly buckled  in my seat when a second finger penetrated me. Oh, oh---a third finger?  This was too much.

"Yanna." His voice was thick with desire now, almost guttura.

I had to force myself to open my eyes.

"I want you to come now."

My breath hitched.

"I want you to come by impaling yourself with my fingers  –  get it as deep as you can inside you. All right, sweetheart?"         

     



 

I could only gaze at him in muted desire.

"Say yes," he gritted out.

"Yes."

"Then do it now." And almost as if we had rehearsed this a thousand  times, he shoved his fingers in just as I lifted my hips to meet his  thrust. I bit my lip hard as I convulsed around him, aware of the  wetness trickling down to my upper thighs.

Dizzy with pleasure, I watched Constantijin take a handkerchief from his  pocket and dip it in water. After a moment, I felt the cold touch of  the fabric on my thighs. My legs parted on their own as Constantijin  efficiently cleaned me under the table while his other hand drummed a  lazy beat on top of it, his golden gaze burning bright with  satisfaction.

"You are right, sweetheart," he murmured when he pulled his hand away,  seemingly satisfied with how he'd cleaned me up. His lips curved in a  knowing smile when he heard my legs immediately snapping shut the moment  he withdrew his hand.

Still trying to keep my legs from trembling and wondering if I could  actually walk a straight line after the very first orgasm I had in my  life, I asked shakily, "I'm right about what?"

"This friendship of ours." He came to his feet in a fluid movement,  utterly gorgeous and unflappable, not one bit of him betraying the fact  that he had just gotten me to engage in a public act of sex with him.

He smiled at me again. "I like this kind of friendship, Yanna. I look forward to more of it."





Lesson #5




Don't let yourself be rattled by your billionaire.

He'll see it as a come-on and find more ways to rattle you even more.



My weekend was spent lazing around in Alyx's home. She hadn't wanted to  charge me for rent, but I had insisted. All our meals consisted of  take-outs from nearby delis and fast food chains, since neither of us  had a clue about cooking. When she left on Sunday to meet up with  another set of friends, I quickly used the time to Google more  information about Constantijin. I couldn't help it. He was already an  obsession  –  but one I couldn't bear anyone knowing about.

Just this week alone, more photos of Constantijin came up, with a  different piece of arm candy for every event he attended. From the  gossip rags, I also learned that he had left the country to sail with  his friends, two other billionaires who were almost as gorgeous as he  was. A famous celebrity paparazzi referred to them collectively as the  Three Pussketeers. I totally agreed, even though the name also made my  heart twinge.

God, I was pathetic. Any more of this and I was, like, so applying for  some kind of hard casing for my heart. It had to be tougher to survive  more attacks of seduction from the Netherland's #1 Playboy.

I came in as early as I could to work on Monday, but Charli was already  ensconced in her ultra-savvy chair when I got to our office. She also  had a new set of Post-Its stuck to our LCDs, and she was fast becoming  like Donald Rumsfeld in that sense. In Woodward's State of Denial  –  I  had this weird thing for political controversies and cover-ups  –  the  author had revealed how Rumsfeld, who was still the Defense Secretary of  the US then, would issue white sticky notes whenever he had new  responsibilities and duties for his people. They called them snowflakes,  and most of those sticky notes had been about the war in Iraq.

Glancing at my own set of snowflakes, I had to wonder what kind of war Charli was waging on behalf of Kastein, Inc.

My Post-It asked for a PowerPoint presentation for a manga series I  could recommend which had the Big Three  –  romance, action, and comedy.  And just because Charli had a lot of faith in us three  –  it said so in  her snowflake!  –  we'd be presenting our recommendation to a small group  of middle managers this very afternoon.

I got to work immediately, which I found totally fun and challenging  –  a  great combination that got my heart pumping almost as fast as it tended  to do whenever Constantijin  –  shit, fuck, damn.

I'm not going to think about him, I'm not, I chanted to myself silently.

Determinedly refocusing on my presentation, I asked George, "Do you know how to import videos to PowerPoint?"

"Sorry, hun, not one clue," he answered right away.

Swallowing my pride, I asked, "Arian?"

She gave me a wide-eyed stare that I totally wasn't buying. "Not a clue  either." Today, she was dressed in another come-hither outfit. You would  think that guys would get used to her D-cups, but no. As days passed  by, George told me that Arian's fan club of lechers just seemed to grow  and grow in number.

Her face was also perfectly made up, as always  –  the one thing that I  secretly envied her for. I loved dressing up, but cosmetics? Not so  much. Mascara, powder, and lip gloss were just about my limit while I  had a feeling Arian even trimmed her nose hair. Whatever. Good for her.

At half past noon, I slipped out to buy an energy bar from the vendo  machine, unaware that behind the tinted windows was a pair of golden  eyes following my every movement.

The energy bar was yummy  –  but insufficient. I slid another note into  the slit and punched the necessary button, but this time nothing came  out.

"Oh, come on!" I couldn't afford any delays right now.

"Here, let me." Someone spoke from behind and a moment later, a dark  haired guy was bending down slightly, rapping one fist on the side of  the vendo machine.

The energy bar finally fell down and I grabbed it. Looking up, I was  about to thank Mr. Fix-It for vendos but I ended up gasping instead.  "You!"

He was just as surprised and then his lips formed a very pleased smile,  one that had me blushing again. "You seem to make a habit of needing my  help," he murmured.

It was the very same guy who had helped me out during the time I went  shopping for work clothes. It was such a freaky coincidence that for  more than a moment, I could only blink at him, wondering if he was Mr.  Right.

Yes, yes, I knew I was totally jumping to conclusions  –  as far as Point A  to Point Z in fact, but you see, that was how it had happened between  my parents. Walter and Carole fell in love at first sight. They hadn't  even spoken to each other. They had just looked into each other's eyes  –   and that was that.

Could this guy be the one for me?

Still smiling, the guy offered his hand and said, "I'm Drake Morrison,  by the way." He seemed even taller and more handsome than I remembered,  but with the same olive skin and light brown eyes.

"Yanna Everleigh," I returned shyly, shaking his hand. Upon releasing  it, I said apologetically, "I have to go. I've got a presentation in  three hours."

"Sure," he answered easily. "Break a leg."

"Thanks." When I turned around to walk away, I could feel his gaze  following me. It made me extra clumsy and conscious, tripping on my own  two feet as I reached the office I shared with George and Arian.

George raised a brow when I came in. "You look happy."

I quickly told him about Mr. Fix It.

"Oooh. A forbidden office romance is in the works then?"

His words made me think of Constantijin, and the memory was more than  enough to wipe out every good feeling I had about Drake. Deflated, I  shook my head. "No," I sighed out. "Not for me." I might find Drake  attractive, but it was probably because his very obvious admiration of  me was thrilling. But that was it. He didn't make me feel alive with  just one glance and he certainly didn't make me hot, wet, and bothered  all at the same time with a few words.