Nikolai looks between us, then chuckles deeply, eyes gleaming with amusement. He claps Nico on the shoulder.
“You have a very good eye, my friend.”
Nico doesn’t smile back. His entire body is tense, like he’s fighting the urge to drag me out of the water and throw his jacket over me.
I stay perfectly still in the jacuzzi, heart racing, very aware that I’m half-naked in front of a group of dangerous men.
The conversation flows around me like the warm water of the jacuzzi, low laughter and thick Russian accents mixing with the distant thump of the club’s bass.
Nikolai is already relaxed on one of the lounge chairs, one of the beautiful women on her knees between his spread thighs, her head bobbing slowly while he strokes her hair like she’s a pet.
Is she doing what I think?
Two of his men have similar company, girls perched on their laps, hands disappearing beneath the surface, soft moans blending with the night air. No one seems to care that I’m right here.
Nico stands at the edge of the pool for a long moment, watching me with those dark, unreadable eyes. Then, without a word, he kicks off his shoes, unbuttons his shirt, his pants and steps into the water in his briefs.
The water laps at his hips as he moves toward me, the wet fabric of his briefs clinging to his powerful thighs.
I swallow hard.
He stops right in front of me, close enough that our knees brush under the water. Nikolai chuckles at something one of his men says, but I barely hear it. My focus is locked on Nico.
“Enjoying yourself?” I ask, voice low and mocking. “Or are you just here to make sure I don’t run?”
His eyes flash with something dangerous. A slow, predatory smile curves his lips.
Before I can take another breath, he moves closer, the water shifting softly around us. Heat radiates off his body, wrapping around me until I can barely think straight.
His hand slides slowly along my waist, giving me enough time to realize what he’s about to do. My pulse starts hammering.
“Nico—”
The warning dies in my throat when his fingers drift lower beneath the water, teasing along the inside of my thigh.
His fingers push my lace panties aside and stroke me, two thick fingers gliding through my already slick folds. The shock of it steals my voice.
I try to close my legs, to pull away, but his other hand grips my hip under the water, holding me exactly where he wants me.
“Be still,” he murmurs against my ear, so quiet only I can hear.
My heart slams against my ribs. We’re not alone. Nikolai is ten feet away, head tilted back in pleasure while the woman between his legs works him with her mouth. His men are lost in their own haze of pleasure and conversation. Anyone could look over and see exactly what Nico is doing to me beneath the rippling surface.
The thought should horrify me. Instead, heat explodes low in my belly. My pussy clenches around his fingers as he pushes one inside me, then two, stretching me.
He curls them, stroking that perfect spot that makes my vision blur. His thumb finds my clit and circles it.
I bite my lip hard to keep from moaning. My hands grip his shoulders, nails digging into wet skin.
“You’re soaked,” he whispers against my ear, voice dark and filthy. “All this time pretending you hate me, and your pussy is dripping for me in front of all these people.”
Another curl of his fingers. My thighs tremble. I’m so close already, embarrassingly close. The pressure builds, pleasure coiling tighter with every stroke.
The risk of being seen only makes it worse. Hotter. My hips rock against his hand without shame, chasing the release he’s teasing me with.
I’m right there, trembling on the edge, lips parted on a silent cry —
He stops.
