Chapter44 His Wife Is Right Outside
This is seriously bad luck! Why did that idiot Vivienne have to show up again?
Linnea was frantic and immediately tried to push Caius away. "Let me at least hide under the desk..."
"Hide?" Caius smiled cruelly. "Don’t bother hiding. So what if she finds out? Don't you think that would be incredibly exciting?"
A few fingers slipped between her buttocks, pulling the fabric aside.
Oh no. Caius had absolutely no intention of stopping!
"The apartment security log shows you didn't get home until six that night. Where were you before that?"
For a moment, Linnea didn’t know whether to be surprised that Caius cared about her whereabouts or that he chose to ask her directly instead of sending people to investigate her, which would have preserved her a shred of privacy. If he had already investigated, this wouldn't just be a simple suck on her neck. He probably would have bitten right through her throat.
A wave of fear washed over Linnea, and she immediately lied, "I went to an art exhibition."
She hated lying, but not when her life was on the line. She was genuinely afraid of the handgun Caius always wore on his right hip.
"Is that right?"
Caius sneered again. She was hiding something from him again. This little liar, did she even realize how obvious it was when she lied?
"Linnea, why have you been constantly making me angry lately?"
The fingers below tugged at the fabric, then plunged in, vibrating furiously on that sensitive spot. Linnea cried out without warning. "Ah!"
"Caius, what was that noise inside?"
The voice outside the door grew anxious.
Caius finally looked amused. "Judging by how nervous you sound, the person outside must be my wife, Vivienne, right?"
"If you don't want her to find out, you better be quiet... my little mistress."
The middle finger slid along the lubricating fluid, plunging into her channel and immediately thrusting in and out rapidly. Linnea was utterly losing control, wrapping her trembling legs around him and burying her face disgracefully into his chest. Those fingers knew her too well, hitting all her sensitive spots, and soon Linnea could only bite down on his shirt to barely stifle her moans.
And that damn devil actually started chatting with Vivienne outside the door!
"What is it?"
"Maybe I should just come in..."
"It’s not convenient. Just say what you need to say out there."
"...Okay." The voice outside lowered slightly, but she didn't dare complain. "Caius, I came to tell you the time for my father's birthday banquet..."
Beneath them, fluid splashed loudly, and slick discharge flowed out in waves. Linnea involuntarily arched her back. Caius kissed her ear and asked, "Are you embarrassed? Listening to her voice has made you so wet you've soaked my pants."
Then, he spoke to Vivienne again, his voice cold and hard.
If his hardness hadn't been throbbing between Linnea’s legs, she would have thought this man was completely unaffected by lust. He was so evil! He was a complete pervert who would stop at nothing for a thrill. Linnea couldn't help but think that even if Caius was facing the entire board of directors right now, he would still be able to play with her without anyone seeing, all while keeping a straight face.
"Got it. I know. I'll be there on time. Is there anything else?"
"Um... also, I wanted to invite you to an auction in a few days. They'll have some jewelry my parents like. If you could come with me to pick out a gift for my father, I think our whole family would be extremely honored."
Caius glanced down. Linnea was fully immersed in the sexual pleasure. She briefly frowned when she heard Vivienne's words, but quickly began to tremble and gasp under his fingers, forgetting everything else.
He was pleased by this. But his mischievous side took over, and he finally said, "I'll go."
"...Really?" The voice outside was thrilled and incoherent. "Oh, I mean, thank you, Caius. Also, I had the chef make you a blueberry jam cake, the kind you like. Could you let me in? I just want to see you for a moment, then I'll leave..."
"Give it to my assistant."
Caius lost interest in the conversation because Linnea was nearing her climax.
He quickly unbuckled his belt, pushed that sweet soft part onto himself, and thrust his hips wildly until Linnea cried out and climaxed. A distinct aroma immediately filled the air. Caius placed her on the desk, pushed her legs apart, and knelt down to kiss the fountain he had created.
"Stop! Don't keep going!" Linnea was on the verge of breaking down. "Caius! You're only doing this to indulge your perverse side!"
The man’s head was pressed against her inner thigh, and he muttered, "Do you want me to stay angry forever? Then I'll never stop..."
"Boss, I have a document here that I need you to look at."
It was Lilith’s voice.
Linnea’s face instantly burned red. Oh my god, doing this with the CEO in the office, in front of someone who was a young elder connected to her mother...
"Why is your face so red?" Caius stood up, pinching her cheek to examine her. "Oh, I get it. Turns out office sex is just as thrilling as an affair, huh? Otherwise, why don't we just..."
"Caius!" Linnea pushed him away with a low cry. "Please respect other people's work!"
After she scrambled into the lounge, Caius stared at the closed door of the small room and smiled reluctantly.
He seemed to have a harder time staying angry with Linnea. She always managed to inexplicably calm his fury.
However, he still asked Lilith to wait a moment and walked into the lounge.
"What are you doing?" Linnea, who had quickly cleaned herself up and lay in bed to rest, clutched the blanket tightly, full of suspicion. "I’m not agreeing to anything."
"Do you want your man to go out and see the Chief Secretary with a pair of soaked pants?"
After successfully seeing Linnea’s face turn bright red again, he finally walked into the bathroom.
In the end, due to Linnea's instinctive "fear" of the office desk, they had to eat in the lounge.
The cake ended up in Linnea's stomach. She held the spoon in her mouth and asked Caius, "Do you really like blueberry jam cake?"
"Of course not. But it seems to have satisfied your preferences."
"No way," Linnea insisted stubbornly. "It was sickeningly sour."
Caius caught her and kissed her deeply, proving that she was just saying that out of spite. The flavor was clearly sweet. He stared at Linnea, then suddenly asked, "Will I need a female companion for that auction?"
"Absolutely not."
Caius was clearly just messing with her.
Bringing a more charming female companion to an auction related to his wife? That was too ridiculous. Caius had to be just teasing her with this...
But Caius continued to stare at her.
A bad feeling, mixed with a hidden sense of anticipation, flashed through Linnea’s mind.
Predictably, the next second, Caius informed her, "You're coming with me."