“It’s beautiful. Just like the rest of the house,” she answers.
“Well, that’s a shame,” I sigh as the elevator stops, “Because I had to change it a little.”
I take Annika’s hand as she asks me what I’m talking about. I only answer her with a wink and a grin, and I’m amused at howmuch that frustrates her. She keeps asking me what I’ve done as I lead her through the house, but she stops and gasps when I throw open the double doors of the solarium.
I watch with pleasure as Annika’s mouth drops open and her eyes grow wide.
“It’s…here,” she says, her voice full of wonder as she takes a tentative step in. “My work…my tools…my stone…it’s all here.”
“This was the only room that had a ceiling that extended above one floor. It also has a wide entrance to the outside as well as one inside. You can bring your stone deliveries inside easily, and there’s plenty of floor space. I also figured that it was the best room for natural light, seeing as it’s mostly made up of windows. If you need other forms of light though, just tell Yana. She’ll make sure whatever you need is delivered promptly,” I tell her.
Annika stops looking around the vast room and turns to me. Gone is that anger from yesterday that irked me all night, and shining in her eyes is pure happiness.
“You did this for me?” she asks, her voice full of awe.
“You made it very clear yesterday that your work was important to you. I understand that. I’m passionate about what I do, and I could never forgive a person that would take it from me. And since I can’t take you to your workshop, I thought I would bring your workshop to you,” I reply.
Annika’s eyes sparkle with exuberance as she looks up at me. I take in her wide, beaming smile, her rosy cheeks and bed-tangled hair, and feel my heartbeat double. I’m already addicted to the way she looks at me when she’s heady with arousal, but this look, I decide, is tied in first place with that.
She springs at me, catching me off guard, and I chuckle as she flings her arms and legs around my torso and hug me tight. My hands quickly wrap around her, holding her tight to me as she says thank you over and over.
“You’re welcome,” I reply, letting her cling to me.
Her body feels warm and soft in my hands, and it spikes the arousal I was fighting all night.
“Careful,” I warn as her plump lips leave kisses along my neck. “You get me going and I won’t be able to concentrate at my meetings today.”
Annika draws her head back and gives me impish grin.
“Would that be so bed?” she asks coyly.
I groan, grind my hips into hers, letting her feel my rigid erection beneath my black slacks.
In fact it would be bad. The night we met I’d been ambushed. It was supposed to have been a quiet and peaceful sit down dinner between me and the head of Ivanov family. It was why I hadn’tbothered to bring Edik. Instead of old friends though, I’d been met by thugs I hadn’t recognized.
That was three months ago now. Three months of Edik and I interrogating the most prominent Russian families of the city, and we still have no clue who had set me up. Which is why, even if Annika is furious about it, she isn’t allowed to leave the compound or be without an escort.
I’ve thought about telling Annika this, explaining why her restrictions are so important. Perhaps a better man would have. But I want to manage Annika’s stress; not just for her, but for our baby. Stress, I’ve discovered, is the leading cause of miscarriages, and I don’t want to take any chance in losing my child.
“Sadly,devochka,I must concentrate on other things today,” I answer her, tucking some of those silky blonde strands behind her ear.
“Well,” Annika sighs, sliding her hand down my chest, “At least let me help you clear your head a little. “We can’t have your concentration stray, can we?”
As she asks, she smooths her palm over the bulge in my slacks, and I suck in a ragged breath as she pulls down my zipper.
My normally sharp mind suddenly goes fuzzy as fresh arousal courses through my veins, and I watch with absolute satisfaction as Annika lowers herself to her knees.
“What are you doing, devochka?”I ask.
“Helping you concentrate,” she murmurs as she pulls my hardened cock free from my briefs. “And thanking you for my new studio.”
A deep moan pours from my throat as she parts her plump lips wide and takes the tip of my cock into her mouth. My eyes roll and I thrust my hands into her hair as her tongue playfully licks over the small slit at the tip, then finds the bulging vein on the underside of my shaft.
My hunger for her explodes as she then takes me deep into her throat, and I tighten my grip in her hair. She doesn’t fight me, doesn’t try to wrestle for control as she had before, but instead lets me show her what I like. Her willingness to submit to me nearly had me driving over the edge within a minute, but I don’t want to cum just yet.
“Look at me while you take me, Annika,” I command, thrusting myself deep into her mouth, “I want to see those beautiful eyes.”
Annika’s deep blue eyes flick up to me obediently as she presses her lips to the base of my cock and pulses her warm throat. The combination of such was far too much for me to bear, and with a savage growl, I grip her hair tight and shoot my cum down her throat well before I planned to.
