Page 34 of Marrying the Silver Fox

It’s like the can’t get enough of me, like being with me like this sates something inside of her that nothing else can come close to, and I run my lips along her neck and toward her mouth so I can sink my tongue against hers once more as I fuck her right here in the corridor outside my office.

I am aware, of course, that one of my guards could come to check what the sudden outburst of noise is all about at any moment. But fuck it, I don’t care about being caught right now, I just care about making Andie come.

I grind into her, flexing my hips so that I’m pushed to the very hilt inside of her, and she gasps against my mouth, her fingers digging into my back like she wants to leave me with marks. To mark me the same way I’ve marked her, to make sure everyone knows that I belong to her as much as she belongs to me. She might not have the power that I have, but she doesn’t need it—right now, she has me exactly where she wants me, and I don’t think anything matters more to her than that does.

The attention of her mouth has already brought me to the edge, and I slow my strokes, listening to the way she breathes in my ear as I kiss her neck. I can feel her starting to tense around me, that sure sign that she’s starting to get close to the edge, and I want it. Want to feel her come on my cock, want to know that she’s helpless to resist me. What to feel her submit to me, even just here, in this moment, to prove that she belongs to me all over again.

As though she has sensed my need coming off of me in waves, I finally feel it. Her pussy clenches around my cock helplessly, and she presses her face into my shoulder in a vain attempt to keep from making too much noise. As though everyone hasn’t already heard us—as though every guard watching this place isn’t well aware what we are doing. I buck my hips into her one last time, allowing the squeezing tug of her orgasming pussy to take me where I need to go.

I finish hard, more than just an orgasm, a release of all the tension that we’ve been holding between us all this time. I pull her closer, bodies flush, her legs still dangling on either side of me.

Fuck. She just feels so good, the thought of pulling back is almost impossible, the warmth, the wetness, the throbbing pulsations closing around me as though she’s as reluctant for this to be over with as I am.

Finally, I draw back, catching my breath and looking into her eyes. I drag my lips across hers, before I dip my mouth to her ear and whisper, “That a good enough reason to listen to me?”

16

ANDIE

As I linger outside Nikolai’s office once more, I hear voices from inside. And I know I should probably keep my nose in my own business and firmly out of his—but damn, with so little to do in this place, can he really blame me for looking for something to pass the time?

I make sure to step over the creaky spot in the floor that alerted him to my presence the other day. Not that what that confrontation eventually came to is anything I have an issue with.

Far from it—that hookup is about the most fun I’ve had since I’ve been living in this house, even if Nikolai did shoo me back to my room and tell me to get some rest afterward. My legs were shaky enough that I doubted I would have been able to walk much anyway, so I went along with it, but now I’m starting to get restless again, being all shut away in here with nowhere to go and nothing to do. If Nikolai doesn’t try to change that soon, I get a bad feeling that I’m going to lose it.

He really meant it when he said that he had every intention of keeping me here, where he could keep an eye on me. Shit, I can’t so much as step out the front door without one of his damn men descending on me out of nowhere. I’m not used to someone caring so much about me, giving so much of a damn about where I’m going and what I’m doing.

Is that what it’s like to have someone look out for you? If it is, maybe I’ve been craving something I should have known better than to entertain all along…

My business is…on hold for now. At least, that’s what I told my clients. Nikolai paid out all the contracts, so they couldn’t talk ill of me randomly pulling out at the last minute, but that doesn’t mean that I’m feeling any more confident about the way things are going. I’ve worked too hard to let someone just come in and sweep it all away, render all the skills I’ve worked so hard to develop pointless, and if he won’t find something for me to do, then I’m going to have to take matters into my own hands and do it myself.

“…so you have the deeds for the club?” Nikolai asks, as I lean just out of sight behind the door.

“Not in writing, but informally, yes,” the other man replies. I can tell at once from the tone of his voice that he’s stressed—it sounds like something has been pulled tight inside him, something that he doesn’t want my husband to notice.

“And how long till I get that for my files?”

“I don’t know,” the man admits. “Two weeks, maybe three?”

“Two weeks?” Nikolai shoots back. “It shouldn’t take that long. You should be moving on this already⁠—”

“The last owner is reluctant to see the back of it. He’s—an old friend of the family, and he⁠—”

“So use that to convince him to give it up,” Nikolai retorts.

“It’s not that simple. It’s a family business, the bar and restaurant. It’s got⁠—”

“And we need it to run the games,” Nikolai says, as though it should have been obvious. “The sooner you get moving on that, the sooner we can be done with this.”

“I’m moving on it, trust me,” the man says, though I can hear the heavy weight in his voice.

A chair creaks, and I can almost picture Nikolai leaning forward, locking eyes with this man, giving him no place to hide. “Make it happen sooner,” he tells him, voice dropping. “Whatever it takes to get this man to hand it over. Offer him double the asking price. Triple. We need that spot, okay?”

The man lets out a sigh, and he must nod in agreement, because Nikolai’s chair creaks again as he presumably leans back.

“Of course, Pakhan,” the man says.

I hear him making his way toward the door, and I swiftly dart away from it, busying myself along the hallway as though I’ve just come out of the adjoining kitchen. I sneak a look at the man as he goes, and bite my lip. I have a feeling I might know how to get this sale moving, but I’m not sure if Nikolai is going to be willing to hear what I have to say.