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“You locked the door.”
“For privacy.”
“From books?”
“Among other things.”
She tries not to smile. And fails.
I cross the room and kiss her before she can recover.
She melts against me, then bites my lower lip because she hates making it easy. I turn her gently, push her against the shelves, and lift her dress to her waist. Her breath catches when I touch her.
“Quiet,” I murmur.
“I know.”
“No, you don’t.”
She looks back at me over her shoulder. “Then teach me.”
That ruins my last decent thought.
I open my trousers, push her underwear aside, and slide into her from behind with one hand over her mouth. Her body takes me tight and hot, and I have to stop for a second because the books are shifting behind her, and she is already clenching around me.
Her eyes close. I move slowly at first.
She doesn’t let that last.
She pushes back against me, small and desperate, asking without words, and I give it to her. I fuck her against the shelves with her dress gathered in my fist and her sounds trapped under my palm. The whole thing is too risky. Too easy to discover.
She likes it. So do I.
Her hand grips the shelf hard enough to make the books tremble. I slide my other hand between her thighs, find her clit, and feel her body start to break around me.
The door opens. Kirill stands there.
For one second, none of us moves.
Then I pull Elara’s dress down and turn enough to cover her with my body. Kirill lowers his eyes immediately.
“Apologies, sir,” he says. His voice is calm. He steps back and shuts the door.
Elara goes rigid in my arms. “Oh my God,” she whispers.
I fix myself quickly, then turn her toward me. Her face has gone pale. Her hands are shaking as she pulls her dress properly into place.
“He saw.”
“Yes.”
“He saw us.”
“Yes.”
“Nikolai.”
“I know.”
