Page 125 of Lethal Obsession

I stare at him, suddenly dry mouthed, my entire body prickling.

Alexei clears his throat. “And best of all,” he says, smiling wryly, “she plays piano like a fucking rock star. You’re going to nail this performance, angel, I know it.”

I know he’s trying to lighten the tone. I don’t know that I want him to. His voice has my body all kinds of hot and fucking bothered.

“I’m not so sure.” I try to keep my voice even, but I can hear the faint breathlessness beneath the words. “It’s a tough piece, and I’ve got hardly any time to learn it. And it’s just me on the stage. No orchestra.”

“Ofelia.”

Oh, the way he says my name . . .

It’s like an instant aphrodisiac, a potent rush that sets my entire body humming.

“You play like a dream,” Alexei is saying. You’ll be incredible.” He looks at the background behind me. “Is there room in there for a piano? You could play the piece for me.”

I pull my mind back from the dangerous pathway it’s heading down, willing my body under control. “Sitting in the cyber room watching me practice piano hardly sounds like a fun way to pass the time.”

“Believe me.” His smile fades. “I could watch you all day and never grow tired of the view.”

The intensity in his eye makes me shiver. “If you keep looking at me like that,” I say quietly, “I won’t be able to practice at all.”

We stare at each other.

Arousal hits me with bone melting potency, wet and hot and between my legs, my nipples hard and sensitive.

Alexei’s eye drops to my cami top, and he inhales sharply. Leaning back in his chair, he stretches his arms over his head, every muscle standing out in delicious relief, and tips his head back so he breaks eye contact. “You need to practice.” His voice is a low growl.

“I need you.”

His head jerks upright, his eye narrowing, dark and utterly focused on mine. Then his gaze rakes slowly over my body, settling on my nipples, moving from one to the other. “I see that.” He raises his eye to mine with an almost insolent stare. “Your nipples are hard as fuck.”

Moaning, I arch my back, thrusting my breasts toward the screen as my eyes flutter closed.

“I’m taking control of your cameras now, Ofelia.” He clicks something on his end, and one of the cameras angles down until I know full well that it’s aimed directly at the soaking heat between my legs. The other one is a full frontal of my chest and face.

“Your tits look like they need my mouth.”

The hard, almost cruel edge to his voice might crush me if I didn’t sense the fierce desire concealed behind it.

I bring my hands up, cupping my breasts through the silk. “What are you going to do about it?” I whisper.

“I’m going to make you come, Ofelia.”

Oh, fuck.

“Open your eyes.”

With an effort I do.

“Look at me.”

I gasp as my eyes meet the burning heat in his.

“Take off your top.”

Face flaming, I pull the thin cami over my head. Alexei stares shamelessly at me, his lone eye pinning each nipple in turn like a laser.

“Put a finger in your mouth.”