Courted (How Not To Be Seduced By Billionaires: Book 2) (12 page)

            “Place your legs over the arm rests, Yanna.”

            I froze.

            Constantijin’s face was implacable. “Do it.”

            Slowly, I lifted my legs and placed one on each armrest.

            “Open wider.”

            Striving to get past my embarrassment, I pushed my thighs to open wider with my hands. I gasped when Constantijin suddenly knelt down and I gasped again when he parted my folds as widely open as my thighs.

           
“Constantijin
!” I had to scream his name. It was impossible not to, with his tongue entering my fully opened sex.

            He lifted his head, his eyes glittering with fierce desire as he warned me with silky softness, “Don’t let go of your thighs. Keep it open for me.”

            My entire body shaking, I pressed my hands harder against my thighs to keep it spread open, whimpering as I saw his head slowly descending. And then his tongue was on me again and I screamed. He was unmerciful, his tongue thrusting in and out in a furiously fast rhythm that had the entire room whirling around me.

            I was so out of my mind with desire and I felt myself perversely pulling my thighs wider open even though what I really wanted to do was to grasp his hair so I could make him kiss me more deeply.

            Constantijin lifted his head again. “Do you like it?”

            “Wh-what do you think?” I managed to gasp.

            “What do I think?” he murmured. “I think I want you to beg.”

            The smirk I hated and loved was on his face and I retorted breathlessly, “Not on your---aaaah.” Constantijin was now sucking my clit while shoving one finger into me at the same time. My hips rose to meet his mouth and finger even as I kept pushing them to spread wider.

            “Wider,” he commanded between sucking hard on my clit and I struggled to obey him even though I felt myself stretched beyond my limits.

            “Are you ready to come, Yanna?”

            “Yes,” I cried out. I was gone now, every common sense obliterated by my need for him and what he could do to my body.

            “Beg for it,” he growled.

            “Constantijin,
please
!”

            One hand went under my buttocks and then he was lifting me up at the same time he bit my clit, his other fingers thrusting in deep and hard into my core. I screamed as I shattered, my hands instinctively pressing my legs flat on the armrest as my essence kept pouring out.

            I woke up in Constantijin’s arms in his couch, spread on top of him like a harem slave intent on being turned into a human blanket. I blinked, a little dazed at first and then I was blushing when I saw his smile. It made me remember what had just happened.

            “Welcome back,
schat
.” He pressed a kiss to my hair.

            My entire body tingled at his kiss. I was still completely naked and he was still fully dressed. It should have felt wrong but it didn’t. I wrapped my arms more tightly around him. A surprised-sounding chuckle escaped him before he wrapped his arms around me as well.

            I snuggled closer, mostly because I liked knowing that I had the right to do this.

            “Damn, but you feel fucking good in my arms.”

            I giggled.

            He lifted my chin, and my breath caught at the gentle smile on his lips. “It’s true.”

            Oh, Lord. Constantijin in a tender mood was a sight to behold.

            “It feels good, too,” I admitted shyly.

            As the minutes passed, I found myself slowly getting panicking
.
What had I done? What was going to happen? There was no turning back now! Oh my God, I was going to have sex with Constantijin someday!

“What are you thinking?”

            “That you’d take my virginity someday?” Oh, fuck. What did I say?

            Constantijin choked.

            And under me, I felt him stirring to life.

            I blushed.

            Seeing that, he grinned. Cupping my face, Constantijin said, “It’s not the right time yet but soon – very soon – I
will
take your virginity.”

            Faking a frown, I retorted, “Confident much?”

            A slow, sexy, and unapologetically confident grin was his only answer. It was enough to have my body heat up. Then his eyes trailed down, and I gasped, remembering belatedly that I was
still
naked and he was not.

            I looked around wildly, wondering how I could get myself dressed again when my clothes were all over his office. 

            Constantijin chuckled. “Let me help you dress, sweetheart.” He stood right after, carrying me in his arms effortlessly before letting me carefully slide down to my feet. I stood there, feeling even shyer as he picked up my bra first.

            My body tingled as Constantijin pressed one kiss on each nipple before putting my bra back on and even clipping it for me.

            Then he knelt down.

            “Constantijin!” But it was too late. My hands curled around his shoulders helplessly as he tongued my clit playfully and sweetly, nipping it before letting go and grinning up at me.

            Breathless and aching, I glared down at him. “You…” Words failed me and I could only continue glaring at him impotently as he lifted one of my legs up, pressing a tender kiss on my foot before putting my lacy briefs back on. When both legs were in, Constantijin pulled it up with exquisite slowness, placing more tender kisses on my skin as I did. By the time he was done, I was a shaking mess, and all I could think about was
why?
Why wasn’t he going to take my virginity now?

            Oh, Lord. Why did nobody tell me sexual infatuation didn’t just make fools of us? It made sluts of us, too!

            He chuckled again, and when our eyes met I had a sinking feeling he knew exactly what my thoughts were.

            “I want to savor you, sweetheart,” he murmured even as he gently fixed the collar of my blouse.

            I was fascinated with every movement of his hand and more so by the thoughts and feelings behind his actions. Constantijin Kastein was fixing my collar. Constantijin, who practically delegated everything he had to do to his countless minions.

Oh, the mind boggled!

            “…Yanna?”

            I blinked up at him. “Sorry?”

            He frowned. “I asked you a question.”

            Giving him a sheepish smile, I said, “Sorry, I was…” I bit my lip, not wanting to let him know how near to obsessed I was with every little thing he did.

            He raised a brow.

            God, even that small action was
sexy
– enough to have my body tingling again. “I was just thinking,” I heard myself saying – well, fine,
lying –
“what others would say if we get caught.”

            His eyes narrowed. “Get caught…by whom? The boy who keeps hitting on you?”

            It honestly took me more than a few seconds to remember who he was referring as a ‘boy’. Laughingly, I said, “You and I both know Drake is
not
a boy, Constantijin. And no – I wasn’t referring to him. I’m referring to everyone working here.”

            “He
is
a boy and as for everyone else, what is there to worry about? You are
my
woman. That is all they have to know.”

            I shook my head stubbornly. “No. It’s too soon. We have to give…give
this
thing between us some time – give
us
time to adjust before we let others know about it.”

            He took a long hard look at my face. “Yanna – I mean it when I said I will not make the same mistakes again. From here on, it will just be you and I. The two of us – no other women…” His eyes narrowed once more, his voice chilling as he finished, “And I will not tolerate any other man in your life. I do not even want to see you glance at any other man or even hear another man’s name on your tongue.”

            The possessiveness in Constantijin’s gaze and words made me shiver, but it wasn’t fear I was feeling. A part of me still couldn’t believe that he wanted me – that I mattered to him enough for him to dislike the idea of me having anything to do with any other man.

            But I had to stand my ground on this. If things got bad between us again, I knew I would be the one suffering more between the two of us. “Just…just give me at least a week.
Please
?”

            Just when I thought I had hit a brick wall Constantijin’s expression relented, softening marginally as he said, “A
week.
And that’s it.” Curving an arm around my waist, he walked us out of his office, letting me go only to lock the door before pulling me close again.

            When I turned around, I almost jumped in fright since the
boy
Constantijin so loved talking about was in front of us, a quizzical look on his face.

            He wasn’t alone either.

            Behind him, I saw at least five familiar faces from Finance, the department Drake worked in as well.

            Oh, shit.

           
This
was what I so didn’t want to happen. I believed Constantijin when he told me he was going to be faithful to me, but --- intentions were just that – intentions. The truth was, I didn’t have yet the courage to have everyone know that Constantijin and I were dating. If he ended up breaking my heart again, people wouldn’t think I was a girlfriend he dumped. Everyone would think I was the floozy who didn’t know better, getting what I deserved.

            “Hello, Yanna.” Drake’s drawl made me look back at him, and the smile in his face was as friendly and as flattering as before. He had his blazer draped on one arm while holding his brief case and several folders. His polo had its sleeves rolled to his elbows, its tails hanging loose over his pants, and unbuttoned low enough to reveal a sprinkling of chest hair.

            Honestly, I’d be such a liar if I said that I wasn’t momentarily dazzled at how sexy Drake looked right now.

            “We just finished brainstorming,” he continued.

            The way his gaze lingered on my body, the way his eyes were so shamelessly appreciating every curve and inch of skin he saw – I couldn’t help but blush.