Contract Marriage with My CEO Boss

Chapter 124

Kylan felt incredible-better than incredible-because just a few days ago, when Katrina had been upset about her weight, they had talked it out. He'd reassured her and made her feel beautiful again. Since then, they'd spent many intimate moments together-kissing, touching, and connecting in ways that left him utterly fulfilled. He was happy because she was happy. He was madly in love with her, and she was the most important person in his world.

Lately, she was always on his mind, but it had become overwhelming. He kept thinking of her of her body beneath him, on him, against him. He wanted her in every way imaginable, but that desire came with complications. Kylan glanced down at himself, noticing his growing issue. Tch, damn it. He discreetly shifted under the desk, just in case Isabella came in. He didn't need her seeing him like this.

"Sir?" The sound of Isabella's voice startled him. His head shot up to find her standing at the door. "I have some documents for you."

Kylan gulped, attempting to keep his voice steady. "Just leave them on my desk."

Isabella walked over, swaying her hips deliberately, hoping to catch his attention. But Kylan's focus was locked onto his work, or rather, the pictures of Katrina he had open on his phone. Isabella placed the papers down, leaning slightly closer. "Everything alright, Sir?" He nodded curtly, then handed her his phone. "Can you check something for me? I'm not sure if I have the correct contact information saved."

She accepted the phone and tried to unlock it but quickly realized she couldn't. "I'm sorry, Sir. I don't know the password."

Kylan sighed, disappointed. For a moment, he'd wondered if Isabella was behind the strange texts he'd received earlier. He retrieved his phone. "Don't worry about it. I'll handle it myself."

She bowed slightly. "Understood. Is there anything else I can help with?"

As she began circling the desk, Kylan panicked. "No!" His sharp tone made her jump. He cleared his throat. "I mean, no. I'm fine. I don't need anything."

She frowned, eyeing him. "Are you sure? You look a little flushed."

"It's just warm in here," he replied quickly, shrugging off his blazer. "I've got a lot of work to do."

She sighed in defeat. "Alright. I'll be at my desk if you need me."

"Thank you." He waited until she left, then groaned quietly, tugging at his trousers in frustration. Damn it, calm down. He shook his head, determined to get back to work.

Meanwhile, Katrina was making her way to his office. She was blushing slightly, nervous about what she was about to do. Dressed in a long coat cinched at the waist, with her hair styled, makeup perfect, and heels clicking against the floor, she took a deep breath to steady herself. No turning back now, she thought, stepping out of the elevator and smiling at Isabella.

"Afternoon, Isabella."

Isabella's eyes widened in surprise. "Mrs. Ross, hello." Her gaze flickered over Katrina, thinly veiling her distaste. Why does she always look so good? she thought bitterly. "Can I take your coat?"

Katrina shook her head, still blushing. "No, thank you. I'm just here to see Kylan. It's work-related, so I might be a while."

Isabella smiled tightly. "Of course. Let me know if you need anything."

"Thank you," Katrina replied warmly. As she walked toward Kylan's office, Isabella's eyes caught a glimpse of stockings beneath the coat. Suspicious, she thought, narrowing her gaze. Katrina closed the office door behind her and locked it.

"Isabella, no," Kylan groaned, not bothering to look up.

Katrina hummed teasingly. "Not her."

His head snapped up, and a grin spread across his face as he leaned back in his chair. "Well, hello there, beautiful."

She walked toward him slowly. "Hello. I have a surprise for you."

His interest piqued,

at the tie on her coat. "Why don't you pull

pulling the

tapped the buttons of her coat. "These

each one. As the coat opened, revealing skin and the dark green lingerie underneath, his breath hitched.

coat off her shoulders and let it drop to the

covered his mouth, trying to compose himself. "I-uh-wow. I don't even know what

him and placing her hands on his thighs. "I noticed you seem to have...a

reddening. "I was...thinking about you before you got

"Good to know I'm on your mind." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "Let me help you." Kylan hesitated. "We

as Katrina began unbuttoning his shirt. She teased him with soft touches and

left Kylan breathless. She cleaned him up and

I'm

away, then she zipped him up and did his belt. "It never is."

definitely a shocking surprise. You look incredible. What you just did... well, I wasn't expecting it, but it was

murmured, his gaze traveling appreciatively over her. "Every single inch of you. So... are you wearing this

playful glint in

tracing gentle paths along her sides. "I'm looking forward

"Good." She kissed him again, her lips lingering on his. "Anyway, sugar, I have to pick up Clarence

her easily, setting her on her feet with

her coat, pausing with

insisted. He went to his closet, pulling out an old

adjusting the fabric. "Why do you even have a spare dress of mine and

a touch of sheepishness in his tone. "Because I like the way your clothes smell, and I don't

hummed in amusement, nodding. "Alright, sweetheart." She crossed to him and kissed his cheek. "I'm off

her coat, Kylan swept her up again,

tightly. "We'll go together to get Clarence, okay?" Katrina

"I do."

work? Are you

kiss to her forehead. "I can." His voice softened. "I love you so

around

back

the

the way he looked consumed by pleasure, and blissful expression on his face when he let go... it

her. She deserved

believe those words were meant for her. She convinced herself they were. After all, wasn't it obvious? She thought back to the way he'd tried to hide his reaction when she'd visited earlier-surely that was proof he was thinking of her. She told herself this moment, this intimate display, was all for her. It made her crave him

lost in their love, their happiness radiating between them as they held each other. Neither of them knew that just beyond the door stood a woman consumed by a

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as he reviewed the latest figures. He had been at it for hours, the weight of the numbers pressing down on him, and he was beginning to feel

simple yet elegant suit, her presence a calming contrast to the chaotic business of the day. Kylan

he said, setting aside the

went to Maine's apartment and the little girl wanted to stay there for a while, and I figured I'd come by and

of his neck. "That's an understatement. These numbers don't add up the way I hoped they