Chapter 42
Layla’s POV
The air inside the grand conference room was thick enough to choke on.
I sat directly at Mateo’s right hand, my thighs still trembling beneath the dark mahogany table.
Every small movement made the thick, warm mixture of his c*m and my juices slick against my inner thighs, trapped beneath the fresh, emerald-green silk dress he had given me.
I had been completely stunned when he opened the hidden wardrobe in his inner office, revealing rows of designer outfits tailored to my exact size.
He had casually mentioned he kept them there for emergencies—clothes for both of us—and my mind was still reeling from the sheer possessive planning behind it.
Mateo commanded the head of the long table like an absolute monarch.
He sat back, broad shoulders filling his char
