FULL NOVELXO The Secret Fiancée: Chapter 50
The edges of my lips turn up into a smile when I spot my wife at her desk, the office quiet and empty. “I thought your team went out for drinks after work?”
She looks up from her screen, and I lean in, pushing her hair to the side to kiss her neck. Her head falls back, and she sighs happily. “They did, but I really wanted to finish some of my work. I’m not really in the mood to socialize and drink tonight.”
I hum in agreement, pressing another kiss just below her ear. “What are you working on?”
“The code for the overnight automation. Let me wrap this up and then I’m ready to go home. I just want to finish it now since I’m taking some time off for Sierra’s wedding next week.” She looks at me then. “I still think it’s wild how you bought the whole company simply because I love their milkshakes, but I really love you for it, too. You have no idea how happy it makes me to work on this project. Every second I spend working on it, I’m reminded how much you… how much you care.”
How much I love her. She knows it, even if the words still terrify me. Never once has she pressured me into saying something I’m not ready to say, to admit my feelings for her. I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve Raya, but I’m grateful for my wife every single day.
She hasn’t been herself since she found out about her dad, and though nothing has changed between them when we go home for the weekends, I know she’s sad they kept such a big secret from her. My wife is hurt, and I’m not quite sure how to make her feel better. She was there for me when I found out about my grandmother, offering me distractions and quiet support. Now it’s my turn to do the same for her.
“I do,” I murmur, pulling her out of her seat. “I do care, darling. More than you’ll ever know.”
She gasps when I steal her chair and pull her into my lap. “Lex,” she whisper-shouts. “Someone could walk in at any moment.”
My lips brush against her neck and she shivers. “Everyone is gone. No one is going to come back to the office at nine on a Friday night.” She gasps when I slide my hand under her skirt and grip her thigh. “Keep working, baby. I’ll keep myself entertained in the meantime.”
A soft little whimper leaves her lips when my thumb brushes over the silky fabric between her legs, and I smirk as I push her knees apart. Raya continues to type, writing line after line of code, and I grin as I caress her, taking my time.
“Lex,” she whispers when I push her panties aside.
I lean in and kiss her shoulder. “Yes, Mrs. Windsor?” I murmur as I slide my finger across her pussy slowly, coating it in her wetness, my movements leisurely.
She breathes shakily, her hips shifting in my lap, and I chuckle as my finger slips into her. “Such a naughty girl, aren’t you?” I whisper into her ear. “Look at you, letting your boss finger you while you work.”
She moans when I add another digit and tries her best to refocus on her work, but she only manages one line before I steal her attention away again. “First you fuck your professor, then your boss… such a bad girl. Don’t you agree that bad girls should be punished?”
Her hips twist, and I smirk when she begins to ride my hand. “Yes,” she moans, looking over her shoulders. “Punish me, Mr. Windsor.”
I chuckle, fucking delighted by the way she plays along, indulging me. How the fuck is she so perfect? She was made for me, I’m certain of it.
“For starters, you’d better finish your work.” She nods and turns back toward her screen, and I smile as I undo my slacks and take my cock out, wedging it right between her legs, so it slides against her. She makes this sexy little sound in the back of her throat, and I groan as I press my thumb against her clit, unsure who’s being punished.
Raya gasps when one of the automated lights in the hallway turns on, and we both freeze. In our current positions, we’d be exposed if someone walked our way. There’s no hiding what’s going on here.
I hold on to her tightly when we hear voices at the end of the room, and I brush my lips against her ear. “Sounds like a couple of employees are just picking up their work bags after their drinks. If they were going to come this way, they already would have.”
She nods and squirms in my lap when I continue to play with her. “Keep working,” I order, and she does as told, both of us breathing a sigh of relief when the lights turn back off, silence washing over us again.
“Grab my cock and line it up, baby,” I tell her when I have her back at the edge, her pussy hot and tight around my fingers.
She does as ordered, the sexiest moan on her lips as she sinks down on me. I drop my lips to her shoulder as she begins to type again, my thumb on her clit and my cock nestled deep inside her.
My wife groans when I rock my hips, trying to take back control. “There,” I murmur, looking over her shoulder. “That line right there. That’s where the issue lies.”
She squeezes her inner muscles, and I groan, my heart racing. Her pussy is fucking perfection, and having her in my lap like this is such a rush. I spread my hand across her stomach and keep her flush against me, my other hand on her pussy and my lips on her neck.
My wife continues to type, fixing her mistakes while I play with her, enjoying the feel of her pussy around my cock, her wetness on my fingers. My breath hitches when she begins to rock back and forth in my lap, fucking me as she types, her hips betraying her need. She’s fucking perfection, and I’m starting to believe she truly was sent to me from above. There’s no other explanation — this can’t just be mere luck. She’s perfect for me, truly perfect.
“You ride me so fucking good, Raya. You’re so good at taking my cock, darling.” Her muscles contract, and I grin, loving the way she responds to my praise.
“You’re such a good girl, aren’t you? Such a good wife.” I drag my fingers back and forth, keeping her clit sliding between my index and middle finger and slowly driving her crazy. She begins to pant, soft moans filling our office, and it’s fucking music to my ears.
“No,” I tell her when she stops typing, her head falling back. “Keep working, baby. You’ve got this. Fix that code.”
“Lex,” she pleads.
I smirk in satisfaction, pleased with how desperate I’ve got her. “You want this?” I ask, moving my fingers faster, taking her closer to the edge.
“Yes,” she moans. “Yes.”
“Tell me you love me,” I beg, unsure why I need to hear the words so badly today, but I do.
She reaches behind her, her fingers threading through my hair as she turns her face and pulls me closer, her lips seeking mine. “I love you,” she whispers against my mouth. “I love you, Lexington Windsor. Only you. Always you.”
I moan, unable to hold on for even a second longer at the sound of those words. “Fuck,” I groan, coming deep inside my wife as I grab her hair, kissing her desperately. I brush my thumb over her clit the way she likes it, making her come moments after I do, swallowing down all her moans.
She collapses against me, and I smile, my heart soaring. Raya smiles back at me and turns a little in my lap, her hand wrapping over my cheek. “You always know just what I need,” she whispers, her lips brushing against mine. “You know how to make me forget about every single sorrow, every worry, until there’s nothing left but you.”
I sigh as I kiss her leisurely, losing myself in her. “You are what I need,” I whisper. “Every second of every day.”