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“Back for round two, my queen?” I teased, my voice a low purr I knew sent a throb to her pussy. I’d felt it, felt her clench around my fingers, my cock.
“Technically, it’d be round three,” she replied, clearing her throat when her voice came out thick and husky. Goddamn, it was hot to see her so affected. Not by my words or even my touch this time—simply by me. I reached my arms up in a stretch, working out the tenderness in my arms, and she flicked her tongue over her bottom lip.
“Get over here, Vasya,” I ordered, startling a sexy little whimper from her. She crossed the room in rapid steps, the movement drawing attention to the sheet of paper in her hand.
“I—I brought my contract,” she said, slowing her pace as she neared me, stopping just out of range. As if I couldn’t surge up from the bench and drag her close to me. “I expect you to sign it.”
“I will,” I agreed, making a show of stretching, arching my hips up from the bench in a thrust that didn’t technically stretch anything.
“You haven’t even read it,” she breathed.
“Come over here and read it to me.”
She made a throaty sound in reply, part frustration and part surrender, and her palm connected with the middle of my chest, forcing my back flush to the bench seat with enough strength to thrill me. My cock throbbed, desperate to escape the confines of my gym shorts to reach her.
I groaned, my cock almost getting its wish when Vasya climbed onto my lap, settling her ass on my thighs and shaking out the paper before she began to read.
I smoothed my hands up her warm thighs under her dress, skimming the cool shape of her gun, and squeezed her ass, bringing her hips flush to mine. Her pussy branded my cock with heat. Sadly, this time she wore underwear, but that was easily rectified.
“I, Damien Marshall, husband of Vasilisa Marshall,” she read, making a valiant attempt to keep her breathy voice even, “will do everything in my power to keep Vasilisa safe, but will never, under any circumstances, lock her in a room again. If I break this term, Vasilisa will move out of the flat. Forever.”
Shit. That dumped a bucket of ice water over me. “I’m not locking you anywhere, Vasya.”
She nodded, and continued, “I will also give Vasilisa an override code for the front doorandthe door to the weapons roomandto my office. I know you have one,” she added with an arched eyebrow, pink spots high on her cheeks when my cock throbbed at that bossy look.
I stroked the soft curves of her. “I’ll get you the code. Don’t share it with anyone, though. Only Jonathan and I have it.”
She kissed me, a chaste reward that left me hungry for more. I squeezed her ass, already thinking of how else I could touch her.
“I, Damien Marshall,” she continued, “will also do everything in my power to support Vasilisa while she searches for a job. After Finch is dead,” she added as a footnote.
I caressed the dimples at the base of her spine. “What job will you get?”
“I’m not sure yet,” she murmured, biting her bottom lip.
“I can buy you a gallery to curate,” I offered, earning a dark scowl.
“I can find a curator position on my own, thank you very much. Stop buying me stuff.”
“Never.”
She smiled even as she scowled at me, her lips unable to resist the upward pull. “You’re lucky that’s not part of the contract,” she said, kissing me once before she drew back, the movement rubbing her pussy along my cock and making us both groan.
“I’ll help you find a job you love. You know I will.”
She kissed my cheek this time. “I know. But I’ll have to leave the house to work, Damien. That’s why it’s in the contract.”
“If you’ll take a security team with you, I’ll find a way to be okay with that.” Or I’d quietly stalk her to make sure she was safe. “After Finch is dead.”
Her eyes softened, filling with love that made my breath catch. “Deal. Also—this is part of the contract—I, Damien Marshall, will help Vasilisa find the keys to her car, because they’ve gone missing and she can’t locate them.”
I laughed softly. “That I can do. We need a little bowl for them by the door.”
“That’s something I’ll allow you to buy.” Her smile was teasing, her free hand beginning to wander along my shoulder and down my sweaty chest. I flexed, just for the hell of it, and smirked at her quiet whimper.
“In return,” she said, valiantly reading the paper, “Vasilisa will take Jonathan, Eli, or the twins with her everywhere she goes until Armand Finch is no longer a danger. She’s willing to negotiate taking a guard or the girls even after his death, if thereare future threats to life. She’ll also carry pepper spray and her gun, and learn more self-defence.”
“Why is it so sexy hearing you saythreats to life?”I groaned.
