Katelin's POV
My first thought was that Raul had been drinking. However, his eyes look clear and alert and I can't smell a whiff of alcohol on him. I'm not sure why I let him take my scarf off me, however. "You're being ridiculous," I say.
"You know what's ridiculous?" Raul says. He slips my coat off me. I watch it drop to the carpet then turn a puzzled look back at him. He's studying the dress I'm wearing. "Your outfit."
"What's wrong with—"
My words are cut off when he captures my mouth in a hard, hungry kiss. We both moan as our lips lock and I feel my knees weaken and buckle under me. But before I could fall, I feel his arms tighten around my waist, holding me fast against his hot, firm chest.
"Raul..." I gasp when he finally releases my mouth to drag kisses down my jawline. Cold air brushes against the back of my legs — is he lifting my dress? My next words come out in a panicked squeak. "What are you doing?"
"Ms. Berano, what did I just say about referring to your boss in a professional manner at work?"
I can barely process what he's saying as he nuzzles my neck, sending heat rushing through my body. "Huh?"
He's stroking my ass cheeks with one hand, his other arm still wrapped around me to keep me from sliding bonelessly to the floor. "Hmmm. I think some disciplinary action is required, don't you think?"
I yelp when he gives my bottom a light slap. He chuckles against my neck, then caresses my behind. I feel no sting, only an alarming rush of arousal low in my belly. I grab his shoulders, unable to keep myself from rubbing up against him. "Uh, sorry?" My voice sounds unusually breathy. Probably because Raul's lips are now on my throat, teasing me with kisses.
"Do you promise to do as you're told?" His voice is thick and raspy.
"Yes, sir."
"Good, girl."
Before I can register what's happening, he pulls me forward a few steps. Then he lifts me by the waist, positioning me to sit on the edge of his desk. He presses closer, wedging himself between my parted thighs. He takes my wrists and presses my palms on the desk behind me. I stare up at him, unable to move, trapped between the desk and his strong, powerful body. I try to wriggle my arms but his grip on my wrists is as hard as steel. "Mr. Marin," I whisper, "I don't think this is entirely appropriate behavior for the... office."
"Shhh." He brushes a kiss on my lips. "You said you'll do as your told."
I shiver with anticipation and desire. "Yes ... Mr. Marin."
"Good." He releases my wrists. "Keep your hands where they are." Slowly, he begins to undo the buttons of my dress.
I hold my breath as each button is released until my dress is gaping open over my torso. He pulls the dress down over my shoulders, then slides the straps of my bra down after it. He pushes the cups of my bra aside with his thumbs. I suck in a shaky breath when his fingers brush my nipples.
He gives me a smirk before lowering his head to take one nipple in his mouth.
The sensation of his lips wrapped around my breast makes me gasp. My back arches, my spine tingling with arousal and pleasure. "Mr. Marin," I whimper, "Please... sir."
"Mmmm..." He flicks his tongue over my sensitive tip before sucking hard.
"Ah!" I throw my head back and close my eyes. Holy crap, I think to myself, I hope nobody heard me. But it's almost torture the way he's teasing me like this. I need him inside me. Now.
Oh, God, when did I become such a desperate, thirsty—
His fingers have found their way between my legs, making me moan even louder.
"Are you always this wet when you come to work, young lady?" he says, his voice a deep growl that only makes me whimper with need.
"Sorry, sir— ohhhh!" My words trail off in another moan as his fingers expertly play with my clit. It's patently unfair how he can get me all hot and bothered and desperate while he seems to be just fucking fine holding off until I'm this close to screaming at him to please take me now damn it.
"I think we need to do something about it, don't you think?"
I open my eyes to see him unbuckling his belt. "Please," I whisper.
"Are you begging me to take you, Ms. Berano?" Holding my gaze, he shoves his pants and boxers down his knees.
My eyes are riveted to his cock, proudly jutting out in a magnificent erection. I swallow hard. "Yes?"
The side of his mouth lifts in a wicked grin. "I don't think you're in a position to demand anything, Kate." He moves his hands up the side of my thighs, hiking up the hem of my dress. With practiced ease, he eases my panties off me. After giving the slip of white silk and lace an appreciative glance, he drops it on top of my scarf beside me. "As my assistant—" He grabs my bottom and pulls me closer, forcing my legs apart. "—you serve at my pleasure."
"Raul..." I trail off, forgetting what I was going to say as my last functioning brain cell is obliterated by the sensation of the head of his cock pressing against my pussy.
We both gasp when he pushes inside me. Keeping myself propped up by my arms, I hook my legs around his waist. I was eager, desperate for more. For him to fill me with his—
"Oh God yes!" I cry out.
"Fuck," he growls against my temple, his breath hot against my skin. "You feel so fucking good, baby."
The sounds of our moans and cries fill the enormous office, and I forget about anyone else hearing us. All I know is the sensation of being wrapped up in Raul's arms, the heat of his kisses against my skin, and the hard length of him thrusting inside me over and over until I'm screaming his name.
Pleasure rushes through me like a freight train. I don't know if it's because I'm half-naked in an office behind doors that aren't locked, but I reach my climax quickly. My orgasm hit me so hard, I'm left breathless and shaking. I barely register the force of his hand slamming down against the African blackwood desk the moment he cums.
"Querida..." he whispers into my ear. "Sorry. I hope I didn't break anything?"
"I'm fine. And I think your desk is okay," I reply, giggling. "I'm glad you didn't take my suggestion to replace it two years ago."
"It's a family antique." He kisses my forehead. "Do me a favor and don't mention what we just did to any of my family members, okay?"
I pretend to think it over. "Hmmm. I was going to mention it in our Christmas cards this year, but on second thought, maybe that isn't such a good idea."
"Very funny."
Somehow I manage to get on my feet again, despite my legs still feeling wobbly from what Raul and I did on his desk. We took our time getting dressed, and soon we were in the elevator on our way down.
He has his arm around my waist and I let myself relax against him. Everything seems so perfect, too perfect. There's a persistent thought at the back of my head telling me something is bound to go wrong soon.
I look up at him, frowning. "You don't do that with all your assistants, do you?" I say, trying to sound like I'm making a joke.
He pulls me closer and kisses my forehead. "Only the ones I'm married to, querida."
***
Friday night, La Bastille
Raul's POV
Marcus doesn't pick up strange women in clubs. Not even in college, where he started his freshman year already dating a girl he stayed in a relationship with until they broke up halfway through our senior year.
So it was mildly alarming, after we've been in the club for about a couple of hours, to see him walk up to a woman at the bar and buy her a drink. They've been chatting for ten minutes now, although he doesn't seem to be interested in getting her to join us at our table.
"Excuse me," Nico says, gesturing toward what assume are the bathrooms.
"Acere, don't keep your date waiting too long," I say.
He gives Yandra a smile. "I'll be right back."
As soon as he's gone, Yandra leaves her seat and walks over to me. As she slides her bottom right beside me, snuggling close, I hook my arm around her waist. She's wearing a tight, short, hot pink corset dress that barely covers the tops of her thighs. This should all be so familiar to me — the dimly-lit VIP corner of a club, an attractive woman sitting beside me, the air thick with the promise of sex.
But all I feel is a sense of loathing at what I'm about to do.
Lowering my head, I brush my lips against Yandra's ear. "I want to see you dance," I whisper. "Ask Nico to dance with you."
"What about you?"
"I'll watch," I say. "Would you like that?"
A flush brightens her cheeks. She bites her lower lip, looking at me coyly under her eyelashes. "Yes," she whispers. "But why do you want me to dance with that boy?"
"If everyone thinks you and Nico are a couple, you and I can ..." I glance down at her scandalously low neckline and give her a meaningful look. "... see each other without raising suspicions."
"I knew it." She leans in closer. "When Nico said you were taking us here tonight, I knew it meant that you wanted me back."
"We did have a lot of good memories here."
"The best." She puts a hand on my knee and whispers in my ear. "I have a new place. If you take me home, I could ... show it to you."
"I think Nico was counting on taking you home tonight."
Her smile fades. "You want me to sleep with him."
"You don't have to do anything you don't want, mi ángel. But if you keep my cousin happy, I will be very pleased."
"Raul—"
Nico is walking toward us. "Go. Now," I growl.
With visibly shaking knees, she gets up. Nico, who has been eyeing us suspiciously, brightens up when she grabs his wrist. She leads him to the edge of the dance floor, right in front of us. Her movements are slow, sensual. He keeps his hands on her hips as she sways and bends low, making sure I get a view of her tight ass.
Marcus drops beside me on the seat. "De pinga," he mutters in annoyance. "What the hell are you doing?"
I keep my gaze locked on Yandra as I sip my whisky. So long as she knows I'm watching, she'll keep trying to tease me with her body. I suspect Nico is sporting a full hard-on by now. "Trying to get my cousin a girlfriend," I reply. "My good deed for the night."
"You're going to get that kid's heart broken, do you know that?"
"When did you turn into my aunt?" I laugh. "We're all adults here. He knows what he wants. So does she."
"She wants you, not him."
"I'm aware. Doesn't mean she won't fuck him."
"Jesus. You're a real bastard these days."
I give him my best side eye. "Speaking of, since when did you start picking up girls at bars?"
He raises an eyebrow. "Really, we're going there? How many women were in that bed with you when I called you up to tell you the board was going to fire you in three days?"
Chuckling, I raise my drink to my lips. "Touché." I take a sip. "So, where is she now?"
"Dancing with her friends."
Figures. Marcus doesn't dance. "You could have just taken her home. The way she's been looking at you, I expect she won't object."
"And leave you here unsupervised?" He gestures toward Nico and Yandra.
She's practically humping Nico now. He's holding her tight against him, their hips locked together as they move. My cousin is so riveted by their dance that he doesn't notice she's stealing glances my way. Or that I'm watching them intently.
When Sandra's eyes meet mine again, I give her a wink.
"I'm gone for fifteen minutes and look what happens," Marcus grumbles, picking up his drink.
"Relax. I'm not going to fuck her."
"You're seducing her without any intention of actually fucking her. That's almost as bad."
I sigh. "Listen, she's up to something. My gut tells me she's doing more than just trying to get me to bed."
"Yes, you told me. I'm not convinced you're not overthinking this whole thing."
"If all she wants is a relationship, why did she wait until I got married? It makes no sense."
"I thought you hired a P.I. to find out."
"I prefer to cover all my bases."
"Is that what we're calling it now?"
All I give him is a non-committal grunt but I can feel his eyes still on me.
"Does Kate know what you're doing?" he says.
I wince inwardly but I try to keep my tone neutral. "It's none of her business." When she was still my assistant, Kate knew I could be underhanded and devious when it comes to protecting my company and my family. There's no reason she should think I've changed.
"Is that why you didn't invite her to come with us?"
"I asked her to come. But she doesn't like clubs."
"Of course, you knew that."
I did. Frankly, I'd rather be home watching a movie with Kate right now. But I don't like leaving loose ends. She thinks it's the obsessive part of my personality; I like to think of it as taking care of business.
Nico's face is as flushed as Yandra's when they return to our table. He drops to the couch and tries to pull her down beside him. To my surprise, she yanks her arm away and saunters over to Marcus. He doesn't even blink when she sits on his lap, sliding an arm over his shoulder.
Eyes flashing with anger, Nico is about to get up but I stop him with a discrete shake of my head.
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