He’d find out. Wouldn’t be in the next hour, but he’d get to the truth.
What hedidknow was that she had saved him from drinking whatever that woman had dropped into his drink. Coulda been a roofie, but his gut said it was straight-up poison. A Bratva hit.
He chuffed out a laugh as he stopped in front of their private suite.
She shifted in his direction.
“Irony,” he said. “The woman who tried to poison me had an American accent. You saved me, and yours is Russian.”
“IamRussian.”
“Where were you born?”
“My parents were killed in a fire when I was six-months old. I grew up in an orphanage in Moscow. At eighteen, I worked for the government. Now I work in Washington at The Embassy of the Russian Federation for Ambassador Yuri Bulgrov. A big honor. I am from nothing.”
He stood in front of the scanner, the light flashed green. He opened the door, waited for her to enter. In he went, shutting the door behind them. “When did you get here?”
“A couple of days ago.”
He hitched an eyebrow. “And you’ve run into me twice?”
“Your lucky day… again.” She glanced around the low-lit room. “You want to talk more or get down to business?”
“Not losing the accent?”
“Possiamo passare all'italiano e continuare a parlare, ma preferirei scopare.”We can switch to Italian and continue talking, but I’d rather fuck.
Desire shot to his junk, but he couldn’t help but crack a smile. “Don’t you want me to grovel?”
“That’s therealreason I’m here.”
“No, it’s not.” He paused, studied her pretty face in the dim light. “Barbi, I’m sorry I didn’t believe you. I won’t make thatmistake again. You were right. Shewastrying to poison me. Thank you for stepping in and saving me.”
“You have enemies?”
He nodded. “Are you amongst them?”
She peered into his eyes for an extra beat.
Are you my enemy?
Instead of answering, she removed the pirate vest, wiggled her finger at him.
“Get me naked.”
He stepped close, breathed her in. She smelled of vanilla and the air after a spring rain… and she smelled like a woman. Her moan rumbled through him as he removed her pirate hat, then her eyepatch.
One button at a time, he unfastened her puffy pirate blouse, revealing more and more of her milky-white skin. Then, he pulled her shirt over her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. His gaze hovered on her breasts, her see-through lace bra giving him a front-row view of her hard nipples, straining against the fabric.
On a growl, he dipped down, ran his tongue over her pert nib, then started sucking through the see-through material. One, then the other before he removed her pirate skirt. Next, came her little black thong, but he left the thigh-high boots on.
“Make me come,” she ground out, her lust-filled eyes black as coal.
He knelt, pressed his face into her pussy and inhaled. The delicious aroma of sex turned his already hard cock to steel. He had to have her. Couldn’t wait to sink inside her and make her purr with delight.
He stroked her folds, her wetness drenching his fingers. With his gaze cemented on her, he slid his fingers into his mouth and licked off her juices.
“Yesss,” she murmured. “So sexy.”
