My jaw dropped.
Shit? Fucked up? Goddamn epic fail?
“You are to report to Mr. Kastein’s office, immediately.” She didn’t wait for me to answer. God, it was really like-boss-like-secretary with these two.
“Wait!” I had a hard time catching up with her, slowed down by my new pair of mules, which I unfortunately decided to break in today.
Bristling, Glenda stopped midway to Constantijin’s office. When I reached her side, she immediately started enumerating what Constantijin apparently did not like about my report. “The length of the report...” She sniffed.
“Sorry,” I mumbled even though I didn’t quite understand why the ten-page length of my report was a problem. Did they want it like Arian’s, which was shorter than a text message? She only submitted full-length reports when sucking up to managers.
As we walked past a group of interns, Glenda continued, “And that series you are recommending!” She shuddered.
My heart sank. Even my series recommendation was a problem? I honestly thought they would like City Hunter, considering how awesome the Korean adaptation was plus the fact that Kastein Inc. – with its own adaptation – could create a better ending, thus giving Asian markets a new reason to revisit the series.
We reached Constantijin’s suite of offices. “Go in, go in,” she said irritably, practically pushing me in. When the door closed behind her, Glenda startled me by winking.
“Sorry, dear. It was the boss’ orders to make your visit here inconspicuous.”
“Then…then my report wasn’t really bad?”
“Oh, no, Constantijin loved it. He just said I should torture you on the way here.”
“Glenda!”
“Blame the boss, dear,” Glenda said over her shoulder as she returned to her desk, already focused on her tasks.
When I entered Constantijin’s office, he was already grinning.
I totally saw red.
“Not now, sweetheart,” Constantijin said, easily catching my slapping hand as I reached him. “I have something better in mind.” And then he was kissing me with ravaging hunger, taking me by surprise and completely sweeping me off my feet.
Lesson #5
Yes is the only word your billionaire wants to understand.
When you say ‘no’,
he will think you are saying ‘never’.
Constantijin half carried me to his couch, dropping himself on it and I landed on his lap sideways without our kiss breaking.
“You drive me insane with wanting, schat.”
“You, too,” I gasped, arching as his lips left a trail of kisses and nibbles on my neck.
He twisted me around on his lap, leaving me lying with my back against his chest, legs spread open with his in between. I moaned when I felt his hand pulling my tucked blouse free from my skirt. And then he was cupping me, pushing my bra away almost angrily so that his hands could completely cover my flesh.
“Constantijin.”
“I want a going-away gift,” he said as he started tweaking my ni**les.
“What?” I managed to ask, finding it so hard to concentrate when he pinched my ni**les rather hard.
“I want to see you come before I go.”
Oh my God, oh my God---
“Say you’ll let me?” He breathed into my ear, making me shudder.
“Constantijin…”
“I want to remember your face as I make you come, Yanna.”
When he said those words, when he said it like that, his thick Dutch accent a rough/tender caress all on its own, all I could do was nod, twisting sideways so I could look at him.
One of his hands dipped into my lacy briefs.
“Aaaah.” I didn’t make any attempt to lower my voice, not when I knew his office was totally soundproofed and not when I knew by now how much Constantijin liked hearing me express my pleasure with his touch. I kind of liked it, too. Well, to be honest – I really liked it.
Wetting his fingers with my moisture, Constantijin bit my ear lightly just as one finger penetrated me, so deeply only the size of his knuckles prevented him from going further in.
Letting out a long moan, I writhed in his lap, legs parting even more widely so he could touch me more deeply.
“Do you like how I finger-fuck you, Yanna?”
“Yes,” I sobbed. He never failed to reduce me to a tearful mess with his touch.
“Are you ready for more, sweetheart?”
“Yessss---aaaaah!” Two, no, three---oh my God, four!
My sex stretched to accommodate him, being so very eager to please as was the rest of my body. His fingers started to move in synchrony as he f**ked me long and hard.
“Please, please.” I couldn’t help screaming the words out as his thumb started rubbing my cl*t without stopping the thrusts of his fingers.
My h*ps began to move, almost demandingly bouncing up and down on his slick fingers.
“After this goddamn courtship, once you realize how much I want you, I’m going to tie you to bed and f**k you until you’ll be begging me to stop.”
My body started to shake at his words, and I knew I was so, so near to coming.
Constantijin’s hand tightened around my left breast even as his fingers continued its punishing rhythm – something I couldn’t get enough of.
“I won’t listen to what you say, though. I won’t stop even if you beg me with your mouth.”
Oh, oh, oh. Imagining his c**k in my mouth thrilled me so much it had me riding his fingers with even more frantic speed.
“Constantijin.”
He pulled my nipple, its painfully aroused state reacting even more sensitively to his touch.
“My c**k has been burning for you for weeks. It will take twice as long before I will be able to stand letting you go for more than a minute without having you.”
He pushed hard against my cl*t at the same time his fingers thrust wildly into me.
I came with another scream, my body racked by the tremors of my orgasm.
Later, much, much later, Constantijin carefully fixed my appearance before pulling me back into the couch with him. I lied in his arms, loving the sound of his rapid heartbeat.
“Where will you go?” I mumbled against his chest.
“New York. My company is sponsoring several charity functions so my attendance is required.”
I bit my lip because I almost said I’d miss him. Instead, I said, “Take care.”
He stopped stroking my hair to ask, "You'll behave like a good girl when I'm away?"
I rolled my eyes. "Shouldn't I be the one warning you? I'm not the one with a playboy reputation here."