Page 57 of Mr. Petrov


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I’m drawn to this woman like a moth to a flame. It would be premature of me to explore what it means. But I’m torn with trying to get her to come work for me after we’ve fucked. I don’t want her running away.

She looks at me and she steels her spine. This should be good…

“I want to come work for you,” she says. My heart jolts at her words. “I think it would be an amazing opportunity for me to learn and get back into doing what I really love.”

I hold my tongue, not wanting her to feel like she has to sleep with me in order to do that. She doesn’t. I’d hire her anyway, not that I’d be able to keep to my cardinal rule of not sleeping with my employees.

“I’d love for you to join us.” I mean every word. “Can you start tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow?” Her eyes widen.

“If that works for you. With the recent… staff changes, Doris is running around doing the work of five people and she’s not even at the store. At the moment, the staff I have left are not doing their jobs properly, so I have two team members flying in from New York to sort everything out. There’s a staff meeting tomorrow I’d like you to attend. Then you’ll get to meet everyone.” Those that are left, that is.

“Okay,” she says. “I can do that.”

“Good. Fill in the forms that Doris sent and HR will finalize everything.”

I sit back, satisfied that she’s going to be in close proximity to me. Not that I’ll be able to touch her freely like I want to, but it’s a start.

Her eyes are big and round when she says, “So what does that mean… for us?” She frowns, then adds, “Not that there is an us, I meant, our… situation. God, I’m failing miserably at this.”

I smirk, reaching to tip her chin toward me. I don’t want her to hide. “You’re not failing at anything, Krasavitsa. But you were also jealous in the restaurant with those other women, weren't you?”

She blinks once, twice, her resolve showing. “Admittedly, yes, I was, but I’ve no reason to be. You’re my boss…”

I suppress a groan, imagining her calling me that while I shoot my cum inside her.

Visions of her on her knees under my desk make it almost impossible to breathe.

I’ve never, ever thought about one of my employees like that, even the attractive ones. But then again, I did hire a sixty-year-old woman to be my PA for obvious reasons…

“I like that word on your lips. Say it again.”

Her breath hitches and my eyes dart down to her chest. Without thinking, I reach my free hand to cup one breast and she groans my name in an almost silent prayer.

“Boss.”

“Fuck.”

“We shouldn’t…”

I shift, wrapping an arm around her waist, essentially pulling her closer to me as I knead her breast. “I didn’t intend on taking you out tonight to sleep with you.”

One of her hands reaches to my knee and she squeezes. She’s so fucking close to my dick that I want to rub myself on her.

“Are you sure?”

I chuckle into her neck, skimming her pulse with my lips but barely touching her. Goosebumps appear on her skin and I work my way down to her clavicle.

“I wanted to see you again,” I admit. “I wasn’t sure if you’d agree to come work for me. I didn’t want to wait. I enjoy your company as much as I enjoy that sweet little pussy.”

“Oh, God,” she groans when I pinch her nipple through the material of her dress.

“We can keep things professional,” I mutter, in between kissing her skin and groping her breast. “Keep it separate, but I have to touch you, Krasavitsa. I feel like I’m going to die if I can’t.” In some ways, it’d be easier for her to not be on my staff, but then I think of the other men she could meet all day at another job where I can’t keep my eyes on her.

Fuck that.

Her little hand squeezes my knee again and I imagine she’s squeezing my cock. I imagine pushing into her hot little mouth and painting her with my seed, just like I did that night. I want her so fucking much. She’s been cock teasing me all night.

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