Two hours later, and the last of the investors had left, and Schuyler joined her husband in their private meeting room, tired but happy.
But then she saw Ioniko, lounging on one of the chairs, and her exhaustion instantly disappeared. This billionaire of hers was just so, so beautiful…
“I love you.”
The cruel lines of his lips softened. “I love you, too, Schuyler mou.”
“That was one hell of a prank, though.”
“But it wasn’t.”
“It was.”
“It wasn’t.”
“Dude.” It was cute and adorable, the way he was indulging her, but right now, she was more concerned about making it clear to the billionaire that such pranks were a little too elaborate to be a frequent part of their lives. “Pranks like that—”
“Say it again,” Ioniko murmured.
“Pranks like that?”
His eyes glinted.
Oh. Okay. Whatever made her billionaire happy.
“Dude,” she said obediently, and she couldn’t help but laugh when she saw how the look in his eyes had changed. “Seriously?”
“You are the only one who calls me that, and it turns me on.”
“Great.”
“And as for the prank,” he drawled. “It’s not—”
“Dude!” The word unconsciously slipped out once more in her exasperation.
“A prank.”
She blinked. “It’s not?”
“If you check your phone, it’s why I’ve been trying to call you. This is not meant to be a normal meeting room.”
“Then what is it supposed—” Her voice trailed off as he reached for another remote control. One click, and the blinds shuttered close. Another click, and she gasped when the couch behind them unfolded into a bed.
Oh my God.
“It’s our fuck pad here in Associate,” Ioniko purred.
“Oh my God.” She couldn’t help gasping it out loud this time.
His cock shoved deeper.
“Ioni—”
His fingers slipped inside of her mouth. “Keep it down, koukla mou.”
And then he was fucking her haaaaaaaaaaaaaard.
The End