A month later..."Definitely not!" Riley squealed and Amelia glanced up from her phone. The downturn of her lips showed her disapproval and Ivette growled, stepping out of the gown.Cian was in Seattle for the weekend and she finally had a day off work. A perfect day for a date, but she had no idea what to wear.No matter that she had nearly ordered the entire boutique. She just couldn't find the right dress. For the first time they were meeting in the past month, she wanted to look hot enough to have him unable to take his eyes off her.It had been frustrating on all levels. He had called everyday, and they'd had enough video calls to last for a lifetime, but it hadn't been enough. She had missed him so much, she had cried on some nights.After signing the contract with him, he had left for some work and got stuck with loads of it. Having also had quite a lot of work load due to the near fail of the company, she couldn't afford to leave. Or take a trip.Heavens. She missed him."Thi
His hands gripped her hips hard and she pushed back into him, taking in more of his considerable length. He filled her up completely and she knew nothing else. Not her name. Not where they were. Another thrust in, deep enough to impale her, and she was mewling, and screaming. Every so slowly, he pulled out, rubbing his tip against her entrance. Ivette went wild, moving against his tip and arching her ass further into him. “Fucking hell, lass,” He breathed. She’d never thought she would like being called lass, but on his tongue that had licked every inch of her body, and his lips that trailed kisses down the small of her back to her cheeks, it sounded like a prayer. He slammed into her with abandon and Ivette screamed with pleasure. Nothing should feel this good. This. . .was sin. Tension built up in her, arching her back, her toes, and it rose still, causing her to shake uncontrollably. Her entire world had been reduced to nothing. He drove harder into her, groa
Ivette’s hands wobbled, trying to keep the groceries from spilling out the bag. She had requested for a bigger grocery bag but the blonde at the counter had scowled and dismissed her, attending to the hunk who had stood beside her. Had she been feeling up to it, Ivette would’ve shown her ID to the woman, just to see her expression when she realized just who she was scowling at. But it had been a tough day and she wanted nothing more than to take a steamy shower and maybe if Aaron would be kind enough to let her sleep tonight. . . She shook her head. It shouldn’t feel like a fucking chore—but then, everything felt like that these days. Work, Aaron, people—chores. Balancing the bag and her work case in one hand, she punched in the code to Aaron’s apartment and stepped in. When the motion sensor lights didn’t come on, she felt for the switch and flipped it. “Surprise!” Ivette’s heart lurched and so did she. The bags dropped from her grasp and fruits, vegeta
“Stay,” Aaron said, pressing feverish kisses to her temple, her cheeks, and her neck. He walked them into the couch and before he could push her on it, Ivette swerved, putting a safe distance between them. Aaron frowned, blonde brows knitting together. “Ron, there is so much work to do tonight with this merger and the Global Awards coming up. I can’t stay,” She said, shifting the neckline of her camisole to cover the exposed flesh of her chest. It wasn’t entirely a lie. It was true that there was much work to do but not tonight. She couldn’t stand being touched by him right now. “You could stay over, and we could. . .” Aaron trailed off as his eyes skimmed her figure, heating up when they touched her chest. He didn’t need to finish, not with him looking at her like she was his meal. Ivette turned before she could give in, grabbing her bag and jacket from the couch. “You know I would love to, Ron. I’ll make it up to you later. I promise.” He nodded tightly, clearly displeased wi
Ivette’s eyes cracked open and she squinted at the ray of light penetrating through the blinds. Odd. She always kept the window blinds shut. Without turning, she reached for her phone and work tablet where she always kept them by the bed stand before she went to bed. She stretched further when she couldn’t reach it and groaned in frustration before sitting up. She groaned again as a blinding pain shot through her head. She winced, running her fingers through her hair. She had taken been taking the medications for the migraines. It shouldn’t hurt so much. Massaging her scalp, she straightened again. The covers pulled down from her chest and she stared down at herself, blinking. What on earth. . . Why. . .where were her clothes? She pulled up the white duvet up to her chin to cover her bare chest and she looked around. Definitely not her room. Judging from the exaggerated décor and the towels lying on the tasteful armchair by the ceiling to th
Aaron leaned against the door frame and though, Ivette didn’t look up from the string of emails she was dispatching, she knew he was watching her. She sighed and pushed back her seat. “What do you want?” He loosened his striped tie, slowly, with those slender fingers she had grown accustomed to overtime and—Ivette averted her gaze, suddenly unable to meet Aaron’s eyes. She couldn’t. Not with her thoughts running wild in directions they shouldn’t. Christ. She could hardly concentrate. She’d had flings before. During the breaks and breakups in her relationship with Aaron, she’d had flings. To take off the edge, to forget. . .or try to--Aaron Maxwell wasn’t a man you moved on from. The harder you tried, the deeper you sink. None had been like this. No man had made her go wild like that stranger had. No man had unraveled her or broken down her walls so mercilessly. Not even Aaron. Ivette didn’t like it one bit. That a stranger’s touch could make her feel this way. That
For the opening night, Ivette picked out a dress from King Corp’s line. A dress that spoke power and elegance. She was the lady of the night in her midnight black dress that swept the red carpet laid out before Battersea Evolution. The plunging neckline was a show stopper and heads turned in her direction as she walked, several eyes dipping to her generous cleavage that even Aaron couldn’t take his eyes off. The skirts billowed around her like dark sea waves and a thigh-high slit parted the storm, exposing Ivette’s long legs in the loveliest fashion. They couldn’t tell where to look. Her bosoms or her legs. “You look stunning, Ivy,” Aaron breathed, taking her outstretched hand and pressing a kiss to her fingertips. The plastered smile on Ivette’s blood-red lips only stretched farther and Ivette ensured the smile reached her eyes. “Likewise,” She cooed, hooking her arm with his as they walked the length of the carpet together. Cameras flashed, and lip-ribboned micropho
By the end of the second night, Ivette decided she would ignore Cian MacGregor, just as much as he’d ignored her and acted like she didn’t fucking exist. She couldn’t stand it. Him. Who did he think he was, treating her like crap? Yes. She had been drunk that night and. . . it was technically a one-night stand by all ramifications, but. . .but nothing! What had she been expecting? She wasn’t even sure what it is she expected to happen, but she was going crazy. She wanted him to look at her again like she was something special. She wanted him to talk to her and tell her she wasn’t the only one who couldn’t get him out of her head, her dreams. She wanted to be with him, alone, in a room. Those treacherous thoughts made her feel like she was on the cusp of insanity. Aaron was her first love. Her only love. Only he should occupy her thoughts—and maybe work too—but where Cian was involved, her brain flew out the window. Aaron didn’t matter. Her engagement was in
A month later..."Definitely not!" Riley squealed and Amelia glanced up from her phone. The downturn of her lips showed her disapproval and Ivette growled, stepping out of the gown.Cian was in Seattle for the weekend and she finally had a day off work. A perfect day for a date, but she had no idea what to wear.No matter that she had nearly ordered the entire boutique. She just couldn't find the right dress. For the first time they were meeting in the past month, she wanted to look hot enough to have him unable to take his eyes off her.It had been frustrating on all levels. He had called everyday, and they'd had enough video calls to last for a lifetime, but it hadn't been enough. She had missed him so much, she had cried on some nights.After signing the contract with him, he had left for some work and got stuck with loads of it. Having also had quite a lot of work load due to the near fail of the company, she couldn't afford to leave. Or take a trip.Heavens. She missed him."Thi
Heels clicked, and heads turned. It was an effort not to cringe from the eyes that followed as she crossed the parking lot. It was expected. She was the talk of the town—maybe even the world.Leaving Scotland had been hard, but Ivette had been left with no choice. She had already begun to miss everything. Cian’s family. Cian’s home. She hadn’t enough time to say goodbye to them but she had consoled herself with the knowledge that she would be returning soon. After she had fixed the mess she had started by running in the first place.Falling into step by her side was Cian. Cian had blatantly refused to let her come out in public alone. He had stuck to her side since they got off the flight like she was honey and he were a bee. She hadn’t pushed any further. She didn’t think she could face it alone either.She didn’t have a plan yet.Her fingers grew sweaty as they reached the sliding doors of the company. This was it. The moment she had chewed off her nails for. Anxiety drummed within
The sound of the door creaking had Ivette stirring from her sleep, but what had her eyes snapping open was when someone cussed softly. “Hell Cian, learn to lock the door!”“Knock before entering, Fio,” Cian said softly as his hands tightened around Ivette. She hid her face in his chest and drew up the covers to hide her nakedness after murmuring a quick, “Morning, Fiona.”“Breakfast in fifteen. Da is waiting. Doona make me come back here to drag both your asses downstairs!” she squealed before slipping out the door.“Morning lass,” Cian purred and she shivered at silky caress of it against her sin. She smiled against his chest and darted out a tongue to lick the slick pane of it, giggling. He tasted like salt, citrus and man. It was erotic and intoxicating.He groaned and in a split second, he was stretched atop her, nuzzling her neck. Laughing, she threw her hands about him, bringing his head to her bare chest. “We should go down for breakfast soon.”“Hmm,” he murmured and the vibrat
Somehow, they made it through the large double doors and past the confusing hallways of the Cian's home.Somehow they made it through the door amidst wild kisses and harsh breaths. She were a little drunk, but Ivette had enough presence to cup Cian's groin and rub her fingers against the length of it because she knew he liked it when she did that.Ivette's breath whooshed out of her lungs when her back hit his door. He reached around her and twisted the door knob.She sucked on his tongue and he groaned as he blindly walked them into his room and pushed her back on the bed roughly.She might have minded if she was in the mood for gentle touches and caresses. But she wasn't. She wanted rough. She wanted wild. She wanted hard.Ivette inched upward, motioning to unlace the gown but Cian caught her hand, growling. The words were heavy and thick with lust and it made the Scottish burr all the more beguiling. "You look stunning in that dress. I want to see it on you while I fuck you."Th
"Lovely!" Fiona squealed as she pinned the last lock in place and Ivette smiled, turning around to look in the mirror.She was dressed in a stunning floor-length gown that hugged her figure in all the right places. The gown was made of a soft, flowing fabric, perhaps silk or chiffon, in a deep shade of green that brings out the color of her eyes.It's plunging neckline revealing her elegant collarbone and enough cleavage to hold a man's attention. The sleeves were off-the-shoulder, adding an alluring touch to her ensemble, and on her neck sat a simple golden masterpiece.The dress was adorned with intricate beading and embroidery that sparkled in the light, drawing attention to her every movement. The beading was carefully crafted to accentuate the curves of her body, adding a touch of elegance to her appearance.Cian had sent it earlier as a gift with the note, "I want to see you in this, lass."And he'd chosen well.Fiona had braided her hair intricately in an updo with small br
"Shit!" Ivette said, twisting to look at him. "Do not sneak up on me like that!"Where was Fiona? Where did he come from?Cian smiled, reaching around her to grab a cookie from the tray. "You're cooking. Why?"Her cheeks flamed and she bit on her lower lip nervously. "I...uh...got hungry."He shot her a knowing look that said he knew she was lying but she didn't mind, not as he took a bite out of the cookie and her eyes dropped to his lips as he chewed.Hell.He could even make chewing seem hot.His gaze met hers and held. He regarded her with burning intensity and her body instantly reacted, even if he hadn't yet touched her."Doona be looking at me like that, lass. I might just kiss you."She sucked in her lower lip, wetting it and she looked at him beneath thick, long lashes. "And if I want you to?"Eyes dark, he leaned in subtly and whispered against her cheek, scent of shortbread teasing her nostrils, "Tell it to me. Tell me what you want."But words were hardly her forte. "I do
Ivette's breath turned shallow when Cian cupped her cheek. "Let me court you, lass."Her eyes shuttered and her insides twisted with the suddenly realization that she shouldn't have said that. "I...I can't.""Why do you keep running from me? Rejecting me? I am fairly certain you feel something for me--though I doona know what it is. I see it in your eyes. You want this. You want me."She shook her head, inching out of his grasp. "This isn't right. I can't be with you Cian.""And why isn't this right?""Because it just isn't!" she cried, feeling the first sign of tears coming on. She blinked them back, taking steps to put enough distance between herself and him. "I just left my entire life behind on a whim. I left my fiance standing at the altar. My parents are looking for me. The whole of Seattle is looking for me. I am a mess right now and I can't do this with you when I am not in the right state of mind!"Cian's jaw clenched and his fists tightened.But when he spoke, his voice was
As Ivette rode on the horse beside Cian, she couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement and exhilaration coursing through her veins. Her long hair whipped behind her in the wind, and her eyes sparkled with joy as she leaned forward in the saddle, urging the horse to go faster. Her head snapped left when she noted Cian catching up and she rammed her foot into the horse's side, yelling an unintelligible word that had Cian barking out in laughter.The horse galloped across the rolling hills, kicking up dust and sending rocks scattering in its wake. Ivette's heart raced with each powerful stride, feeling the raw strength and energy of the animal beneath her.Beside her, Cian's grinned with an unholy light in his eyes, sharing in her excitement at the challenge.She knew he was holding back his speed with the horse to match hers. His eyes followed her every move, taking her in with looks she recognized. It was the same way he'd looked at her the night they had met. Awe. Fascination. And s
The cool wind whipped at Ivette’s hair and she tucked a dark lock behind her ear. Knees wobbly, she shifted from foot to foot, silently though, so as not to disturb Cian.He had not moved an inch or said a word since he’d placed the flowers upon their headstones that had several other similar bouquets arranged about them, causing the area to resemble a flower garden. He stood motionless, eyes vacant. Though, he said nothing, she felt his grief from feet away. The pain emanating from him was palpable and she blinked back the sting of tears she felt behind her eyes.She thought about her parents. She had grown up alone, even when they had been with her, but it didn’t mean she didn’t love them or miss them. She couldn’t imagine what it felt like for Cian, whose family had been closely knitted.Never had she wanted to console someone so much. She wanted to place a hand on his shoulder and squeeze lightly. She wanted to hold him and say things she didn’t know—anything to reduce the grief s