I wonder if Kenna will succumb and have a two week fling with Xander, can't wait to find out more xo
XanderMy cock is raging inside my pants, being so close to Kenna does something to me. I feel conflicted knowing that she doesn’t want me and me wanting her. Is it wrong if I head quickly into the bathroom and fuck my hand thinking about her? Those sweet, luscious lips of hers, imagining what they will feel like around my hard-on, is it wrong to have these dirty thoughts about her? I can’t resist it anymore, being so near to her inhaling her fragrance, watching her chest rise and fall, her breath catching and the groan that escaped her lips has made me so uncomfortable that I need to fist myself and take hold of my cock. There is no way I can go to a meeting without the relief. Fuck, I hope I don’t get dirty thoughts of her when we are at the Mexico plant, how the hell am I going to suppress a raging, swelling cock?I know she won’t be ready in ten minutes, I know Kenna from being married to her. When she says ten minutes you need to factor in at least another fifteen. She will no do
KennaSomething is up, he is running his hand through his hair, and looks angry on the phone. He is typing with the other hand so fast. I move closer trying to sneak a peek at what he is writing and who he is writing to. As if he can tell, Xander looks at me and glares at me and motions his head that I should move away. Instead I stay where I am but it is still not close enough to read anything. I extend my arm to expose my Cartier Panther wristwatch and tap on it, to let him know we need to go. There is no way I am going to be late because he is messaging with someone. If it is a business matter he could easily handle it in the car. Frustrated, he shoves his mobile in his shirt pocket. “Sorry about that, Kenna,” he says, taking me off guard with his politeness. It will take a while to get used to Xander being polite with me instead of the curtness I had become accustomed to. Xander places a strong, firm hand to my lower back. I like the way it feels, sending a shiver through my body
XanderHer venom is fuelled by a rage I have never seen in Kenna before. It takes me by surprise and I wonder if she was always like this but tampered it down during our marriage to get me to be warmer and closer to her. Now I can see how fiery she really is, only instead of putting me off it kind of turns me on. Is that sick or weird? Maybe, who knows. But it does make me wonder just how fiery little Kenna can be in the bedroom and now I know she has dated a college professor when she was a lot younger, makes me realize that she probably is no innocent in the bedroom like I thought she was. Hell, there was a time I thought that my Princess was a virgin only clearly she isn’t. We arrive at the Mexico City head office, it’s an impressive building all smoked glass with an ornate golden edged door. A man stands out front in what looks to be the colors of Bodega, burgundy waistcoat, dark pants and a black shirt. As soon as he sees the car pull up he comes closer and opens the door for Ken
KennaThe tour of the plant went extremely well and I could tell that Xander was impressed with our new winery. It was only opened in 2021 and is a fairly new premises, high end in conjunction with the wines we supply globally. At dinner, Xander appeared to be extra attentive, in fact he was actually acting weird. Anytime Luigi came to talk to me, Xander would be by my side. It was infuriating, yet part of me kind of liked it. I know he is trying to win me back, only as much as my body seems to crave him every time he is close to me, my mind thankfully steps in before I do anything stupid. Whilst he is still friends and taking care of Violet and having her back, there is no way on earth that I will go back to him. Hell would have to freeze over first. Back in my penthouse suite, I marvel at the views across the city as I stand on the balcony drinking it all in, a glass of Bodega’s finest in my Wateford crystal wine goblet. There is a knock at the door. Who the hell is that? It bette
DanteI blink a couple of times, surely I didn’t hear her right and not only am I completely blown away by her words but also the way she looks. Kenna is wearing just her sleep shorts and a cami top, it doesn’t hide much, I can see the peaks of her nipples straining through the fabric. Is it cold in her suite or is it because of me? Still, she has totally blindsided me, as she stands with her hands on her narrow hips and looks down to the floor. Instantly, I stand up and go over to her. “A child? What, like you had a baby?”“Well what do you suppose it means, Dante? Of course I had a baby!” She moves away from me and goes to sit on the bed, her hair is all messy piled on top of her head. On the bed she sits down and crosses her legs, right now she looks like a kid and reminds me of the days we’d chill in her bedroom reading, she’d always sit like that. Kenna looks vulnerable, almost lost like. “Fuck, when?” I rake my hands through my hair standing still in the middle of the bedroom
XanderShould I? Or Shouldn’t I? That is the million dollar question. I couldn’t take my eyes off Kenna during dinner, she had changed into a glorious red evening dress that tied up behind her neck, like a halter dress. The bodice was encrusted in diamantes and cinched in to show off her small waist, and pushing up those delectable breasts of hers. Just the sight of her slender shoulders, tan skin and burgeoning breasts above the bodice was enough to make me want to take her there and then. Needless to say, I have a severe case of blue balls. She was pleasant to me at dinner, in fact we had an enjoyable evening with everyone and their families. They are a warm crowd but that is the Mexican people for you, a bit like the Spanish. Nothing is too much for them and their hospitality is second to none. I had a bottle of Krug put on ice for when I arrived back to my penthouse suite, beside the bucket where it chills sit two Waterford crystal champagne flutes. Now I am not sure whether I sh
KennaMy heart is in my mouth, my stomach is in tight knots as Xander stands at the balcony looking down and to his left. Fuck, he will see Dante out there who must be cold by now since I kicked him onto the balcony quickly when Xander knocked on the door and shoved his jacket in my closet. Why did Xander have to choose tonight to decide to come to my suite for a freakin nightcap? Literally, I feel as if I can’t breathe. “Xander!” I screech out hoping he will turn back and come towards me. He doesn’t move, he is, it seems fixed to the spot and his head doesn’t give an inch. No, instead he ignores me completely and steps out onto the balcony.“Well, well, well. What do we have here then, Kenna?” His voice is low, almost dark and dangerous. I know this tone, it’s like he has caught me doing something wrong. No matter what I try to tell him now, he won’t believe me. He will get it into his thick skull that I have enticed my stepbrother here for a night of pleasure. The guilt consumes m
Kenna“What is he doing coming into your room at this hour, Kenna? Are you seeing him again? Please tell me you are not!” Dante’s voice is low as he stands before me with his hands on his narrow hips. “For God’s sake, he already told you he was here to discuss the day’s events and go through the schedule. And you would have heard that from the balcony. Don’t give me the twenty questions.” I pause, now I am fuelled with anger because both of these men are acting like complete, territorial, possessive jerks right now.“I am tired, and want to go to sleep. I told you not to come, Dante. You should have listened to me.” I am exasperated that he is in my room. Weird because before Xander turned up with his bottle of Krug and looking so good, better than a man ought to, I was having the same feelings about Dante and God only knows where that would have led. Now all I want to do is hit the sack and get some shut eye. Like I told Xander, we have to be up at five for a debriefing over breakf