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Morgan and fucking Johans, who’s spent most of the night dominating the conversation and talking to Imogen, wants to do shots at the bar.
I told him to fuck off and not to put that on my bill. I’ll be damned if I’m paying for him to have a good time, knowing he’ll pick up some random chick in the bar tonight.
At least Morgan kept it professional and we actually got through some work. I know she can teach Imogen a lot within the store and I plan to keep her here until we open. It sets my mind at ease, especially as we have tomorrow to get through yet. The way I’m feeling right now, it could go either way.
Imogen was supposed to be bundled inside another cab, right behind Doris, but instead I hold her hand in mine and tug her inside. I stride toward the elevators and hit the penthouse suite, swiping my card quickly so nobody else can get in with us.
I let her hand go, staring straight ahead as I hear her say, “Mr. Petrov?”
The minute the doors close, I’m on her, backing her into the wall. “Fucking little cock tease,” I growl, my lips crushing hers as she yelps.
I press my hard cock into her stomach and hold her wrists against the wall above her head with one hand, my free hand cups her mound.
“Wearing no panties?” I shake my head.
She bites her lip, pushing those sexy glasses up as I reach for them, lifting them up so they sit on top of her head. “When I fuck you tonight, I want you wearing those glasses and nothing else.”
“Oh,” she cries, my tongue savagely taking her mouth. She pushes on my chest and I pull back. “Aren’t there cameras in here?”
“So what? I own the hotel.”
“Still. People will see.”
“Fuck them. My back’s blocking anyway.” I tilt her chin up so she has no choice but to look up at me. “Now, explain to me how you forgot panties.”
“I was afraid you’d steal them like the last ones.”
I’m delighted by her answer, and grin accordingly. I pinch her bottom lip with my teeth as she moans. I let her hands go. “Naughty little Krasavitsa.”
She runs a hot little hand down my chest and finds my dick easily enough, cupping it as I growl against her lips. I want to rip her jumpsuit from her body and fuck her right here.
In fact, inspired by my devious thoughts, I cup one breast and undo the little string tie at her shoulder. The material falls away and I’m blessed with a strapless, red, see-through bra. Imogen is very turned on. I make a mental note to send Kristen a bottle of wine as I smirk.
“Fucking beautiful.” I dip my head and suck on her nipple through the material, pushing my knee between her legs. “Ride it, Imogen. Take your pleasure from me, my little rose.”
She groans when I wedge my knee up and it presses against her.
If I know anything about my girl, it’s that she loves pussy foreplay. I suck her tit while she rides my knee, her hands kneading into my hair as I grind my dick into her hip.
“Fuck,” I mutter. “Fuck, Imogen, remember what I told you to call me when you come.”
“Mr. Petrov,” she whines. “Oh, god… Mr. Petrov…”
I watch with satisfaction as she comes gloriously. That beautiful shade of pink crosses her cheeks as I suckle her nipple and her eyes flutter closed.
The elevator slows and all of a sudden, the doors ping open.
I lift her in my arms as she wraps her legs around me and I carry her into my apartment.
Her tongue is in my mouth as I stop at the nearest available surface in the foyer, swiping the contents off in one swoop. Things go clattering to the ground in my haste, but I don’t give a shit. I park her ass on the table and untie her other strap, pulling her clothes from her, grunting when I see she is indeed pantiless, removing her heels as I tug her clothing to the floor.
I pull out her bun, letting her hair sweep down around her shoulders, sitting her glasses back on her nose. Then I yank her bra down.
“Fucking beautiful.”
I fumble with my belt, unzip my pants and let them fall to my ankles as I shove my briefs down to my knees. I pull her forward, unable to take any more.
One push and I’m inside. She groans as I begin fucking her roughly.
