Page 141 of Fractured Ties

“Not yet,” she agreed.

This was a give and take, after all.

She was fine with that.

“Did the realtor put an offer in?” he asked.

“Not yet. Things happened.”

Kolya scowled. “Fucking New York.”

Maya reached up to press the pad of her thumb right into the spot between his eyebrows to smooth out the knot there. “I can call the realtor tomorrow.”

“Do that.”

“I will.”

In the next breath, Kolya’s hands found Maya’s waist and gripped tight. He picked her right up from the floor, and three steps later, her backside met the smooth surface of the dining table. There was something about the way his palms skimmed beneath the skirt of her flimsy dress that had her shivering. He leaned in close enough for his lips to graze hers as his body fitted tightly between her widening thighs. There was no missing the hard ridge of his erection pressing against her core.

“I don’t think you’re in any shape to be doing this, Kolya Boykov,” Maya warned him.

She had to give him some kind of warning. All too soon, she knew her warnings wouldn’t matter at all. He’d start kissing her and then his fucking touches would start, too. Then, he’d be buried deep in her cunt, and she wouldn’t care at all that he was probably in pain, all because he wanted to fuck her.

“Sorry,” he replied, “I don’t remember asking what you thought, no?”

Maya gasped. “That’s mean!”

He kissed her gently, and then the tip of her nose, too, with a chuckle. “Do you like me when I’m nice?”

“Yes!”

“Right now, yeah?”

Maya pressed her lips together. “I plead the fifth.”

“This isn’t a courtroom, dushka. This is me and you. A man and a woman. A man who would like to get a taste of your pussy before I fill it full—maybe if you’re good and ask nicely once I’m done, I’ll bend you over, do it again, and spank your ass. And a woman who would greatly like to beg for exactly that, yes? There is no easy way out.”

God.

Why did he have to be so right?

“Good.”

She didn’t want a way out, anyway.

“Is that a yes, then?” he asked.

Maya didn’t even hesitate to say, “It’s always yes, Kolya.”

That was all he needed, it seemed. Those teasing, sinful hands of his skimmed higher under her skirt until he was able to fist the waistband of her panties. She only helped him by lifting a bit from the table to let him pull the lace down her thighs. Once that scrap of fabric was gone, he spread her thighs wider with fingers digging deliciously into her thighs and bent down.

That first contact of his mouth against her cunt was a tease. Nothing more than his lips kissing her folds and then his tongue flicking out to taste. And still, already, Maya found her hands curving around the edge of the table to hold on as tight as she could because she knew what was coming once he got his fill of making her crazy.

She was morphine.

He was addicted.

And yet, it was always her who was left feeling far too high from him.