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Fuck. My cock is fully hard and refuses to be ignored.
The heir to Noire House is collateral in our plan. That is all Foxglove Noire is. Nothing more. If I need a fuck, there are far less complicated places to go in order to chase a release. My brother knows the type of pussy, or cock, I like and can make arrangements that are exactly what I need.
“…You’ll have that all finalized within the week, Calliano?”
My grip tightens around the phone at my ear, while my other hand has to readjust myself in my pants. All the while, I’m unable to take my eyes off the way her curves move as she slowly dries herself, completely oblivious to me devouring the sight of her.
“Yes. As I said, consider it done.” I grit my jaw and hope this bitch gets the hint that we’re finished here.
“Wonderful. I will send over the briefing notes.”
“Great.” My thumb jabs at the red end-call button the instant she starts to say her goodbye.
If I’ve been watching the girl hidden behind a glass wall, there are plenty of other vantage points in this place for someone else to do the same. And right on cue, Ky strolls out into the middle of the courtyard, sipping on a coffee and feasting his eyes on her figure. As usual, he’s dressed in nothing but low-riding gray sweats, showing off all his pretty boy muscles.
There’s no occasion when he feels called to wear a shirt. Ever.
She spins around at the sound of him approaching and immediately hides herself beneath the oversized towel. Interestingly, she doesn’t shy away or run. Something has changed between them since last night, and I try to make out what they’re saying, but as if Ky knows I might be watching, he positions them both so their faces are hidden. He doesn’t look over this way, but I’ve known him long enough to understand every little mannerism of his.
I push my fingers through my hair. Then, whip out my phone to aggressively type out a text.
There are reports to be gone through.
Over the top of her head, I see his green gaze tick up toward my office window. A familiar grin creases the corners of his eyes. He digs his phone out of his pocket, takes one look at the screen before dropping his hand back down. The prick doesn’t even open the message; he simply swipes the notification away with his thumb. Ky makes no attempt to move. Still sipping his coffee and standing there. Meanwhile, she’s inches from him, looking like a wet dream, wrapped in nothing but a towel and the world’s smallest bikini.
That means now.
I’ve sent the follow-up order within a second. He’s always known how to push my buttons, but I need him to pull his weight and not spend the day chasing after pussy that is off-limits.
He doesn’t even bother to read the text; instead, shakes his head with mirth in his eyes as he no doubt feels the second vibration come through in his hand.
Their little exchange must be over because she hurries inside while Ky saunters behind her. Only this time he shoots a look in the direction of my window before texting back.
Ok, Daddy.
For fuck’s sake. I ignore his attempt at shit-stirring.
Just get it done.
Ky disappears from view back inside the kitchen, and it's at that point he sends his own follow-up text.
Just so you know…
She’s definitely going to touch me first.
And when she does, I’m going to be eating her pussy until she screams.
Up to you whether you want to give yourself blue balls, or join in.
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Ky is toying with me. I can feel it on a cellular level.
He’s so cocksure and charming that I know he’s waiting for the moment I trip and fall on his dick. Three days of self-defense lessons with him have been hellish. Especially since he damn well planted that seed of an idea in my mind that he might touch me, and then backed right off. Playing the perfect gentleman. Keeping a respectful distance, all the while giving me the most disrespectful eyes.
Leaving me to spiral in my own filthy imaginings for the past few days.
I mean…a girl’s gotta eat, right? And he is a ten-course degustation of temptation.
