My Accidental Billionaire Husband (Katia and Julian) novel Chapter 50

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The Meeting Trap

Julian’s POV

The digital clock on my desk flickered to 9:00 AM. In the world of global finance, time was a commodity I traded like gold, but today, time felt like a noose I was tightening around my neck.

I adjusted my cufflinks, the platinum cold against my skin. “Zane, are the ‘emergency‘ protocols drafted?”

Zane leaned against the mahogany doorframe of my office, a tablet tucked under his arra and an expression of pure, raw skepticism on his face. “You mean the emergency protocols that didn’t exist forty–eight hours ago? The ones that magically require the personal oversight of the I* Technologies CEO or the entire WEG mainframe will supposedly spontaneously combust

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“Precision is vital during integration,” I said, my voice a flat, dangerous monotone. “If Katia Kensington wants to play the elusive genius, she needs to understand that I own the playground.”

“You don’t want a briefing, Julian. You want her in this building. You’re hunting, and it’s getting loud. Even the board is whispering about why the great Julian Windsor is suddenly so hands–on with a localized encryption patch.”

“Let them whisper. As long as they do it while their stock prices are rising, I don’t give a fuck.”

I turned back to the window. Below, a black town car pulled into the private VIP bay. My pulse, usually a steady thrum, spiked. I recognized the way she stepped out of the vehicle, predatory grace, and the way she didn’t wait for the door to be opened for her. She was a woman who took what she wanted, and today, she was walking straight into my trap.

Ten minutes later, the double doors to the executive boardroom swung open. Katia entered like a thunderstorm wrapped in silk. She was flanked by three of her top engineers and Samantha, her shadow. She wore a cream–colored power suit that looked soft but fit like armor. Her eyes, those piercing, defiant eyes, met mine instantly. She didn’t bow. She didn’t smile. She just existed in my space as if she held the deed to it.

“Mr. Windsor,” she said, her voice a cool blade. “My team and I received your ‘emergency‘ summons. I trust the sky is falling, or you wouldn’t have interrupted my morning.”

The room went silent. My own executives shifted in their seats, terrified of the friction. Zane cleared his throat, hiding a smirk behind his hand.

I stood up, the chair scraping against the floor like a growl. I didn’t look at her team. I didn’t look at the blueprints. I kept my gaze locked on hers until I saw the slight, almost imperceptible flare of her nostrils.

“There has been a shift in the security architecture,” I announced, my voice booming in the quiet room. “A variable that requires a higher level of clearance than originally anticipated.” I paused, letting the tension thicken wit it was unbearable. “I appreciate the 1* team coming in on such short notice. However, for the security of the primary vault, I will be conducting this specific briefing with the CEO of I* Technologies alone.”

I lied; I just want to hold her in my arms again, and maybe fucking fuck her.

The silence that followed was heavy enough to crush. Samantha stiffened, her eyes darting between me and Katia. The engineers looked confused, but no one dared to speak. In this building, my word was the only law that mattered.

“Julian,” Zane started, his voice a low warning.

“Alone, Zane,” I repeated, not breaking eye contact with Katia. “Take the rest of the team to the annex. Feed them, brief them on the secondary nodes, and wait for my signal.”

Katia’s jaw tightened. I could see the gears turning behind her eyes. She knew I was full of shit. She knew there was no ‘primary vault‘ issue that her lead architect couldn’t handle. But she also knew that if she walked out now, she’d be handing me the win

“Fine,” she said, her voice a sharp snap. “Samantha, go with Zane. I’ll handle the… variable

The Meeting Thap

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As the room emptied, the air seemed to grow hotter. The moment the last person cleared the threshold, I turned and walked toward my private office, which connected to the boardroom. I didn’t wait for her. I knew she would follow. She was too curious and too defiant to do anythingelse.

The second she stepped inside my office, I reached past her and slammed the heavy oak door shut. The lock engaged with a definitive thud.

“What is this, Julian?” she hissed, turning on her heel. “You dragged my team across the city for a power play? If you want to flex your ego, do it on your own time. I have a child to get home to and a

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I didn’t let her finish. I moved with a speed that caught her off guard, my hands finding her waist and pinning her back against the door.

“You talk too much, Katia,” I growled.

I didn’t give her a chance to argue. I claimed her lips with a hunger that had been rotting me from the inside out since the moment I saw her in that hallway in Vegas. I expected a slap. I expected her to shove me away.

Instead, I felt her hands fly to the back of my neck, her fingers tangling in my hair. She kissed me back with a violence that matched my own, her tongue parrying mine, her body arching into the heat of my chest. It wasn’t a soft kiss; it was a collision. It was the sound of two empires crashing into each other.

“Julian,” she gasped against my mouth, her breath hitching, “you’re… you’re out of your mind.”

“I haven’t been in my right mind since the day I met you,” I muttered, my hands sliding down her blazer to the curve of her hips.

I lifted her, her legs wrapping around my waist, and carried her the short distance to my desk. I swept a stack of multi–million- dollar contracts onto the floor with a single motion, clearing a space for her. I sat her down on the edge, my body hovering between her thighs, pressing her back against the cool surface of the wood.

The friction of my slacks against her suit was electric. Every time I moved, I felt the heat of her through the layers of our clothes. I buried my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling the scent of her, jasmine, and expensive skin cream.

“You’re supposed to be my sister’s husband,” she whispered, even as her teeth grazed the lobe of my ear.

“I’m a man who knows what belongs to him,” I countered, my hands finding the hem of her blazer and pushing it aside. I didn’t go for her buttons. I didn’t try to strip her. There was something more intense about the barrier of the clothes—the way we had to fight through the silk and wool to feel the pressure of each other.

I began to move against her, slowly grinding until her head fell back, her throat bared to me like an offering. A low, guttural moan escaped her, and the sound shattered the last of my restraint.

“Say it,” I commanded, my voice strained, my hips driving into her with agonizing pressure. “Tell me you don’t want this.”

“I hate you,” she breathed, her eyes lidded and dark with a lust so thick it was tangible, she gripped my shoulders, her nails digging through my shirt. “I hate how you think you can control everything.”

“Then stop me,” I challenged, my hands sliding underneath her thighs to pull her closer, centering her against the hard, aching length of my cock.

The dry humping was maddening. Every movement was a promise of what lay beneath, a tease of the skin–on–skin contact that would eventually burn us both to the ground. She tilted her pelvis into me, seeking the same sensation, her breath coming in short, jagged bursts.

I watched her, watched the way the CEO mask crumbled, replaced by the raw, unbridled passion of a woman who’s used to life as a CEO. This was the ‘variable.‘ This was the thing that no encryption could hide.

I pressed my forehead against hers, my breathing as ragged as hers. We were two predators locked in a stalemate, vibrating with a need that was bordering on dangerous. I could feel the heartbeat in her neck, a wild thrum that matched the pounding in my

own ears.

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