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Chapter Fifteen

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Enna’s POV.

Another week passes. Keon and I take turns in staying at each other’s houses. We don’t text much during the day. Despite being a CEO with his phone practically glued to his hand during work hours, Keon doesn’t have the time to be answering my silly texts. He tries to convince me otherwise, but I don’t want to distract him from his business.

To make up for our lack of communication through the day, Keon calls me as soon as he finishes, even if he’s seeing me that evening. He calls me as he’s walking out of the building, or whilst he’s in the car on the way to me.

I find myself falling even more for him. It’s hard not to. When there’s an intelligent, successful man giving you all his affection and time, how are you supposed to resist?

Friday afternoon comes around. I realise that my last appointment of the day is near to where he works, so I take a car to his building after I finish up with the client.

I pass security, having been moved to the ‘approved’ list. I take the lift up the forty floors, to Keon’s office. Security must have alerted him of my entrance because his office door opens as I step off the elevator. He stands in the doorway and grins at me.

“This is a nice surprise,” he says when I approach him.

“I was in the neighbourhood; thought I’d stop by.”

“Mm, I’m glad,” he murmurs and pulls me into his arms. He buries his face in my hair and inhales. “You smell so good,” he groans. I shiver when he presses a kiss to my neck. “Come into my office,” he says teasingly, he smirks and closes the door behind us.

I walk over to his desk and sit on it, careful to choose a spot that isn’t covered in papers. “You ever had sex on your desk?” I ask casually.

Keon’s eyes narrow at me, and he clenches his jaw. With his hands in his trouser pockets, he slowly walks over to me. I lean back, resting my hands on the desk. I spread my legs when he reaches me, he stands between them.

He removes his hands from his pockets and lays them on my tight-clad thighs. He slides them up, under my skirt. His thumbs brush against my crotch. At his touch, my nipples harden and press against my bra.

He leans in close, so that I can feel his breath on my lips. “No, baby, I have not.”

A rise my lips in a coy, half-smile. “Wanna try it?”

He squeezes my thighs and his jaw tenses. “Why not?” He whispers and I grin.

His fingers deftly undo the buttons on my blouse. He doesn’t take it off, he simply pushes it back on my shoulders. His eyes hungrily roam over my breasts, pushed up and presented to him in my bra.

“I like this,” he mutters, mostly to himself I think.

He runs his fingers over the curves of my breasts, trailing them over the lacy cups that barely cover my nipples. He pushes my skirt up, so that it is rolled up to my waist. He grips my tights and pulls them down; he discards them on the floor.

I glance nervously at the windows that make up the entire right hand side wall. Will someone see us?

Keon senses my fears and smiles. “Tinted windows, no one can see in,” he reassures me.

My eyes are still focussed on the windows, so I squeak in surprise when his mouth closes over my pussy. I look down and one of my fantasies is fulfilled. Still dressed in his suit, Keon is on his knees, eating me out whilst I sit on his desk.

Seeing such a strong, powerful man, willingly get to his knees to pleasure me, is a huge turn on. He parts my pussy lips with his fingers and plunges his tongue inside me. His dark blue eyes look up at me from his position on the floor before closing and he focuses on his task.

I support myself with my hands on the desk and let a moan escape me. He has a wicked way with his tongue, the man can certainly eat pussy. I come apart easily and Keon eagerly laps up my juices.
He stands to his full height, towering above me. He pulls his shirt sleeve up so that he doesn’t get my juices on it, and then rubs my clit, giving me my second orgasm.

Once he’s satisfied that I’m sufficiently prepared and horny for him, he removes his cock from his trousers and, still fully clothed, thrusts it inside me. We must look like something out of a porno as we rut together on his desk. His fingers dig into my thighs with his firm grip. His cock pumps in and out of my pussy, sending us both wild with pleasure.

I can barely contain my moans. I gasp and moan breathlessly, grasping his shoulders for support. I wrap my legs around his waist and lock my ankles, keeping him close to me.

His thrusts speed up and I know he is close. He clumsily circles my clit with his thumb, stimulating in just the right way, so that I cum around him. I clench down on his dick, and he moans in response. We cum hard together, groaning each other’s names as we find our release.

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Keon asks me to attend a charity gala as his date. I happily agree, I want us to start putting ourselves out there as a couple. I’m nervous to tell my father, but he never usually pays much attention to who I’m dating. He’d only be interested if it became serious, like if I moved in with them or got engaged.

I don’t know anyone at the gala. It’s for a smaller charity that I haven’t heard of before. It’s worth coming just to see Keon in a tux. He looks like such a fuckable Daddy when he wears a tuxedo.

We dance and drink champagne. Although Keon introduces me to some people, we spend most of the evening alone together, being unsociable and packing on the PDA.

We’re stood talking at the side of the room when a woman approaches us. I have no idea who she is. She looks to be in her forties. From the death glare she has locked on to my boyfriend, I deduce that they know each other.

Keon visibly tenses up when she stops in front of us. She looks me up and down and sneers. “Keon,” she greets him coldly. “I thought I’d come over here and tell you what a fool you are for throwing a catch like Sadie away. She was always too good for you.”

Keon sighs heavily. “Hi, Reena. It’s lovely to see you again,” he replies sarcastically.

Her critical eyes land on me once more. “I see you have settled for someone much younger. Do you think she’s after anything but your money? I hope she clears you out when she dumps you for someone her age.”

The woman talks about me like I’m not standing there. I respond before Keon can. “I’m Enna Falcone, my father is Roger Falcone,” I tell her, loving the way her eyes widen slightly when I drop my Dad’s name. “I have my own money; I have no interest in Keon’s. Just as we have no interest in your opinion. Could you please leave so that my boyfriend and I can enjoy our evening?”

Reena narrows her eyes at me, with a look that I think she must think is withering. Too bad I’ve taken glares for most of my life, people resent me for who my father is. I know jealousy and anger when I see them.

She doesn’t say another word, merely scoffs and storms away. Keon slides his arm around my waist and pulls me close to his side. “Nicely done,” he whispers, brushing his lips against my temple. “I’m sorry about her, family friend of my ex.”

“It’s fine,” I reply, but even I can hear the tightness to my voice. I’m irritated. “I’m going to pop to the bathroom, I’ll be back in a minute.”

I leave the ballroom and find the toilets. I reapply my lipstick and smooth down my hair. Feeling a little better, I return to the ballroom. I halt in my tracks on my way towards Keon. Sadie is stood extremely close to him, too fucking close.

She leans up on her tiptoes and whispers something in his ear. Keon nods in response to what she’s saying but makes no move to push her away.

His eyes flick over and lock with mine. I purse my lips and turn on my heel, heading back the way I came.

I missed a call from my father earlier this evening, maybe now is a good time to distract myself by calling him back. I take my phone out of my clutch and walk down the corridor, trying to find a quiet place.

I hear Keon’s shoes against the polished floor before he reaches me. “Enna!” He calls out.

I turn to face him, my face as unimpressed as I feel. We’re alone in the corridor, as most people are turning at the end for the toilets.

His face is worried when he stops in front of me. “I’m sorry about that, it’s not what it looked like,” he says hurriedly.

“What did it look like?” I reply, keeping my voice disinterested.

He narrows his navy eyes at me. “Like something it wasn’t. She came over to tell me that she’s been hiding money from her parents, because they control all her bank accounts. That’s why she was whispering, many of their friends are here. With the money she’ll get from our divorce settlement, she’ll be able to cut them off and move away from here. She wants to move to Oxford.”

I sigh and put my phone back in my clutch. “It’s fine, Keon. I believe you that nothing was going on, it’s just not fun to see, alright? You two are still married, I don’t like being reminded that I’m the third-wheeling mistress.”

He scowls. “Legally married, but in no other way are we married. I have no romantic feelings for that woman, I just want her to be happy and away from us.”

I don’t really want to continue the conversation further. I don’t know how I feel. It wasn’t a big deal, but I’m annoyed. Part of me is annoyed at myself for making it a big deal when it’s not. I don’t want to take my frustration at myself out on him.

“I’m going to get a drink,” I tell him.

I walk past him, in the direction of the ballroom. His next words have me stumbling to a halt.

“I love you.”

I freeze, staring ahead but not seeing anything.

What did he just say?

I slowly turn to face him, and he gives me a sheepish look.

“I’m sorry, but I do. I love you, Enna,” he says firmly.

“Excuse me?” I whisper and take a step towards him.

I want to hear him say it again. He gives me a half-smile, making him look so damn attractive. He closes the distance between us and takes my face in his hands.

“I love you,” he says calmly.

I can’t seem to find my words; my mind is reeling. He’s finally said those words to me. The words that have been on the tip of my tongue for over a week now. I didn’t want to tell him and freak him out.

He takes my silence for panic and strokes my cheeks. “Please, don’t be scared. I know we’ve only known each other for three weeks, but I can’t help myself. I knew I was never going to be satisfied unless I had you forever. You’re the one, Enna. You’re the only one I want.”

Tears fill my eyes, and he coos softly, pulling me into his arms. I rest my cheek on his shoulder and sink into his embrace.

“I love you too,” I mumble, my voice breaks from emotion. “I’ve wanted to say it for the past week. I’ve fallen for you, Daddy.”

He lets out a relieved laugh.

“God, it feels so good to hear you say that,” he says. He pulls back and holds my face once more. “Say it again.”

I smile at him, and he wipes a tear away with his thumb. “I love you, Keon.”

He briefly closes his eyes. “Fuck, I want to hear that for the rest of my life, babygirl.”

He kisses me with so much passion, my knees feel weak. He holds me up, supporting my weight as his lips devour mine. He pulls away and grasps my hand in his large one.

“Come, let me take you home and show you just how much I love you, baby.”

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