Page 47 of Love is So Mean

The asshole did all the above in the span of five minutes. She doesn't even laugh for me. I couldn’t say anything when he whisked her off to lunch since we’re secretly married. Jeeves and Matthew sent a few glances my way when the two of them walked out with their arms locked while giggling about nothing fucking funny.

I’m not going to accuse Yasmeena of ‘cheating’ because I didn’t like when Emily did that to me. I can’t, however, rule out the fact that whats-his-name would fuck her given the chance. For that reason, I haven’t heard anything anyone has said during the meeting. I have noticed, however, how short her black dress is and how tall her heels are. I’m confused by my desire to be territorial but I’m not going to fight it right now either.

Now that the meeting is over, everyone files out but I hang back. I have a few words for mywife.Always one of the last ones out, Yasmeena grabs her iPad and attempts to pass me like I’m simply one of her employees.

She flinches in surprise when I grab her bicep before she can pass me. “Let me go.”

I look her in the eyes. “No.”

Leaning over, I lock the conference room door and then walk her back towards the table.

“We have unfinished business.”

“Business? Then make an appoint- what are you doing?”

I place her on the table and push her legs open enough to step between them. The action causes her dress to rise up more and give me a peek of the little slip of panties underneath. I pull her closer to the edge to rub my now hard dick against the part of her I’ll be entering soon.

“Are these dresses only for your lunch dates?”

“Your question doesn’t make sense. And you’re being inappropriate.”

She doesn’t need to answer me, I’m moving to what I want at this moment. I unbuckle my belt and open my pants. Yasmeena watches as I pull out my dick. I stroke it a little as I speak.

“Don’t worry about it. This is what you need to take away.” I slip the fingers from my free hand under the seat of her panties and rub her clit in the same rhythm of my strokes. “I’m cumming within the next few minutes, it can be inside you or somewhere else,” my response comes out like a moan.

Yasmeena looks around but her desire to get pregnant is higher than her fighting the time and place.

“Hurry up,”

I’m sliding into her before she can finish the thought. I groan deep in my throat as I pump into her a few times. Herwalls clench around me and she works not to moan, but I crave interaction. My thumb continues to tease her clit.

“You don’t…” I return the favor and put my hand over her mouth.

“Stop talking Yas,” I moan. “I want to enjoy it or it becomes a chore. These are my two sex conditions. You will cum and since you won’t kiss me, you need to at least look at me.”

Yasmeena glares at me and slaps my hand away. “Fine, I’ll kiss you but I’m not looking at you.”

She grabs me just like she did right before I signed the contract. My dick twitches inside as I grind deeper. Grabbing her ass with my free hand, I hold her in place while fucking her in tune to my thumb teasing her clit.

Yasmeena’s head falls back giving me space to nip at her neck. I nip and bite my way down the exposed skin until I suck a part below her collar with the intention to leave my marks. Even if it’s a temporary arrangement, she needs to understand that she’s mine. Her pussy getting tighter and wetter is the only indication that she’s getting closer to orgasm.

My face gets past the collar of her dress, she jumps a little when I bite her collarbone. Her reaction feels great on my dick.

“So fucking good,” I moan and kiss her just under her ear.

“Think of Emily and cum already.”

There’s that bullshit again.Her words make me freeze for a second. My immediate reaction is more anger but I’m trying to take her damn disorder into consideration.

Removing my hand from her ass cheek, I grab her jaw the way she loves to do to me.

“Yasmeena, you don’t need to look at me but you need to hear me.” I push her back until she’s lying on the table and climb over her, not pressing our bodies together because I don’t want to hear about her wrinkled clothes later. “When I’m inside of you,I’m all in.” I grind into her again, hard. “I don’t need to fucking hear about my ex. Never mention her like this again.”

I rock my hips giving her harder, more concentrated blows, fully loving being on top for the first time. “Who am I fucking right now?”

“The authority in your voice isn’t a turn-off.”

It’s never a dull moment with Yasmeena. “Are you saying you like it?”