A month later..."Definitely not!" Riley squealed and Amelia glanced up from her phone. The downturn of her lips showed her disapproval and Ivette growled, stepping out of the gown.Cian was in Seattle for the weekend and she finally had a day off work. A perfect day for a date, but she had no idea what to wear.No matter that she had nearly ordered the entire boutique. She just couldn't find the right dress. For the first time they were meeting in the past month, she wanted to look hot enough to have him unable to take his eyes off her.It had been frustrating on all levels. He had called everyday, and they'd had enough video calls to last for a lifetime, but it hadn't been enough. She had missed him so much, she had cried on some nights.After signing the contract with him, he had left for some work and got stuck with loads of it. Having also had quite a lot of work load due to the near fail of the company, she couldn't afford to leave. Or take a trip.Heavens. She missed him."Thi
His hands gripped her hips hard and she pushed back into him, taking in more of his considerable length. He filled her up completely and she knew nothing else. Not her name. Not where they were. Another thrust in, deep enough to impale her, and she was mewling, and screaming. Every so slowly, he pulled out, rubbing his tip against her entrance. Ivette went wild, moving against his tip and arching her ass further into him. “Fucking hell, lass,” He breathed. She’d never thought she would like being called lass, but on his tongue that had licked every inch of her body, and his lips that trailed kisses down the small of her back to her cheeks, it sounded like a prayer. He slammed into her with abandon and Ivette screamed with pleasure. Nothing should feel this good. This. . .was sin. Tension built up in her, arching her back, her toes, and it rose still, causing her to shake uncontrollably. Her entire world had been reduced to nothing. He drove harder into her, groa
Ivette’s hands wobbled, trying to keep the groceries from spilling out the bag. She had requested for a bigger grocery bag but the blonde at the counter had scowled and dismissed her, attending to the hunk who had stood beside her. Had she been feeling up to it, Ivette would’ve shown her ID to the woman, just to see her expression when she realized just who she was scowling at. But it had been a tough day and she wanted nothing more than to take a steamy shower and maybe if Aaron would be kind enough to let her sleep tonight. . . She shook her head. It shouldn’t feel like a fucking chore—but then, everything felt like that these days. Work, Aaron, people—chores. Balancing the bag and her work case in one hand, she punched in the code to Aaron’s apartment and stepped in. When the motion sensor lights didn’t come on, she felt for the switch and flipped it. “Surprise!” Ivette’s heart lurched and so did she. The bags dropped from her grasp and fruits, vegeta
“Stay,” Aaron said, pressing feverish kisses to her temple, her cheeks, and her neck. He walked them into the couch and before he could push her on it, Ivette swerved, putting a safe distance between them. Aaron frowned, blonde brows knitting together. “Ron, there is so much work to do tonight with this merger and the Global Awards coming up. I can’t stay,” She said, shifting the neckline of her camisole to cover the exposed flesh of her chest. It wasn’t entirely a lie. It was true that there was much work to do but not tonight. She couldn’t stand being touched by him right now. “You could stay over, and we could. . .” Aaron trailed off as his eyes skimmed her figure, heating up when they touched her chest. He didn’t need to finish, not with him looking at her like she was his meal. Ivette turned before she could give in, grabbing her bag and jacket from the couch. “You know I would love to, Ron. I’ll make it up to you later. I promise.” He nodded tightly, clearly displeased wi
Ivette’s eyes cracked open and she squinted at the ray of light penetrating through the blinds. Odd. She always kept the window blinds shut. Without turning, she reached for her phone and work tablet where she always kept them by the bed stand before she went to bed. She stretched further when she couldn’t reach it and groaned in frustration before sitting up. She groaned again as a blinding pain shot through her head. She winced, running her fingers through her hair. She had taken been taking the medications for the migraines. It shouldn’t hurt so much. Massaging her scalp, she straightened again. The covers pulled down from her chest and she stared down at herself, blinking. What on earth. . . Why. . .where were her clothes? She pulled up the white duvet up to her chin to cover her bare chest and she looked around. Definitely not her room. Judging from the exaggerated décor and the towels lying on the tasteful armchair by the ceiling to th
Aaron leaned against the door frame and though, Ivette didn’t look up from the string of emails she was dispatching, she knew he was watching her. She sighed and pushed back her seat. “What do you want?” He loosened his striped tie, slowly, with those slender fingers she had grown accustomed to overtime and—Ivette averted her gaze, suddenly unable to meet Aaron’s eyes. She couldn’t. Not with her thoughts running wild in directions they shouldn’t. Christ. She could hardly concentrate. She’d had flings before. During the breaks and breakups in her relationship with Aaron, she’d had flings. To take off the edge, to forget. . .or try to--Aaron Maxwell wasn’t a man you moved on from. The harder you tried, the deeper you sink. None had been like this. No man had made her go wild like that stranger had. No man had unraveled her or broken down her walls so mercilessly. Not even Aaron. Ivette didn’t like it one bit. That a stranger’s touch could make her feel this way. That
For the opening night, Ivette picked out a dress from King Corp’s line. A dress that spoke power and elegance. She was the lady of the night in her midnight black dress that swept the red carpet laid out before Battersea Evolution. The plunging neckline was a show stopper and heads turned in her direction as she walked, several eyes dipping to her generous cleavage that even Aaron couldn’t take his eyes off. The skirts billowed around her like dark sea waves and a thigh-high slit parted the storm, exposing Ivette’s long legs in the loveliest fashion. They couldn’t tell where to look. Her bosoms or her legs. “You look stunning, Ivy,” Aaron breathed, taking her outstretched hand and pressing a kiss to her fingertips. The plastered smile on Ivette’s blood-red lips only stretched farther and Ivette ensured the smile reached her eyes. “Likewise,” She cooed, hooking her arm with his as they walked the length of the carpet together. Cameras flashed, and lip-ribboned micropho
By the end of the second night, Ivette decided she would ignore Cian MacGregor, just as much as he’d ignored her and acted like she didn’t fucking exist. She couldn’t stand it. Him. Who did he think he was, treating her like crap? Yes. She had been drunk that night and. . . it was technically a one-night stand by all ramifications, but. . .but nothing! What had she been expecting? She wasn’t even sure what it is she expected to happen, but she was going crazy. She wanted him to look at her again like she was something special. She wanted him to talk to her and tell her she wasn’t the only one who couldn’t get him out of her head, her dreams. She wanted to be with him, alone, in a room. Those treacherous thoughts made her feel like she was on the cusp of insanity. Aaron was her first love. Her only love. Only he should occupy her thoughts—and maybe work too—but where Cian was involved, her brain flew out the window. Aaron didn’t matter. Her engagement was in