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I think twice about doing as he says, and he notices.
“Imogen. You know how much your obedience turns me on.”
I frown. It does?
I stand, trying to shove my skirt down. Of course, he notices.
“Did you mean that, about Paris?”
“I thought you’d be more excited,” he says darkly.
“I am,” I say, pushing my hair behind my ears. “I just… I’m conflicted. I don’t want a promotion because we’re fucking.”
He chuckles. “You’re perfect for the job. With Morgan here, she can teach you everything she knows. She’ll be excellent to learn from. And frankly, you were overqualified for store manager, but at the time that was the only position I had available. I knew you were too good to let go of…”
My eyebrows pique. Too good to let go of?
When I reach his chair, he pulls me to him, pressing my ass against the desk he slides his chair in and he gazes down at my thighs.
My skirt has risen again and he can see the start of my suspenders…
I push his chin up so his eyes meet mine. “My eyes are up here, Mr. Petrov.”
A low growl leaves his chest as he stares at me hungrily.
“You’ve been wearing these since this morning?” He runs his hands up my outer thighs and my eyes practically roll into the back of my head from his touch.
“I changed when I got home,” I admit.
He shoves my skirt up higher, so my panties peek out at him. “Fuck, Imogen. I need you now. I need to taste your sweet pussy.”
My eyes go wide. “Right here?” I gasp.
“Right here.”
I watch in fascination as he parts my thighs wider, my skirt rising up and drops to his knees.
Mr. Khristian Petrov, on his knees before me in his boardroom where he just fired everyone.
This man is too much.
“Would it please you if I make you scream?”
“Oh.” I swallow hard.
He grins, looking up at me. “Except you can’t scream, can you, my little rose? You have to be quiet.”
“Yes,” I whisper. “Yes it would please me.”
Who even am I right now?
He moves my panties aside, grabbing my ass as he pulls me even farther toward him.
I rest my hands on his shoulders as he dips his head and swipes his tongue through my slick heat. I bite down on my lip.
“So wet for me,” he grunts. “Did you like me firing everyone while thinking about how I was going to fuck you, my Krasavitsa?”
“Yes,” I moan softly, his tongue sliding through me again.
