Page 48 of Love is So Mean

“Yes, Noe.”

“Good, Yara. When I’m fucking you,” I change the angle I’m toying with her clit to give her a different sensation. “It’s all for you.” I'm so close that I grunt out the last words. “No one else. There are so many ways I want to make you cum. ”

Her body clamps down on me, spasming. Yasmeena turns her head to the side and bites her knuckle with her eyes closed. It’s the most quiet orgasm I’ve ever witnessed but it’s so on brand with her, it’s almost cute.

I pump every bit of my sperm into her then climb off since I know she’d probably try to push me off. Yasmeena readjusts her underwear. Then sits up and fixes her ponytail. I pretend not to notice the slight tremor in her legs when she stands and adjusts her outfit.

Once she’s collected, she points at the cabinet in the corner. “The bleach wipes are in there. Clean my table.” She looks at her watch. “I’m late.” Her head turns and she looks in my general vicinity. “Don’t do that again.” she grumbles on the way out. “It’s unprofessional.”

Chapter 28

Yasmeena

Idon’t have time to think about what just happened in the conference room because Matthew calls me to let me know he’s waiting for me in the lobby. If I was paying attention then I would’ve noticed that Enrique was following me but I only notice when his arm comes around my waist.

“What are you doing?” I ask as Enrique spins me around and presses the lobby floor.

“We don’t have much time, we are at the office, wife.” Enrique says as he presses his body against mine as my back hits the elevator mirror.

“Enrique…” I call his name so he can realize where we are just as a text message from my sister in law comes to my phone.

Lena: Amir published the story about your husband and you.

Lena: I’m sorry, Yasmi. I thought you should know who did it or leaked it.

“Yaaaaaas.” He calls my name out the same way as his fingertips graze my thigh, distracting me for a moment.

“I need to tell you something.”

“Your dress is too fucking short but…”

Enrique leans in and kisses me, pulling into another session of kissing that I wasn’t ready for. I pull away as I catch my breath, kissing isn’t meant to do whatever it is that it’s doing right now.

“Noe, listen to me.”

“All I do is listen to you.”

Enrique responds as he kisses my neck again, in the same spot and I fear he’s leaving a mark.

“Don’t mark me, Enrique. I’m serious.”

Enrique mumbles something but I don’t hear him as he nips at a certain spot on my neck and a giggle rolls right out of my mouth. Both Enrique and I freeze, he looks at me with a perplexed expression on his face.

“What was that?” He asks me.

“What was what?”

We both heard me giggle but I won’t do it again. Enrique tries to ask me something else but I pull him to me, kissing him as I wrap my arms around his neck. Enrique lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist as we lose ourselves in each other. This time, not paying attention to the fact that we’re in a temporary enclosed space.

The clearing of throats have us separating with Enrique placing me on my feet and fixing my dress before anyone can see me.

“Yasmeena,” Matthew says to me as he avoids my eyes. “We can’t leave through here. I was texting you. Have you seen the headlines?”

“Of course they haven’t.” Jeeves says.

“I know, Matthew,” I tell him.

They get on the elevator with us as we ride back up to the executive floor.